Chapter Three

Author's note; I would like to apologize, for the past months I have been going through some things..life coming and messing things up...anyways, I should have at least let you all know but I didn't have the time. Going through the rough times I was finally able to get my inspiration back and find myself. Now I'm back, please enjoy this chapter, hope it was well worth it. Enjoy!

Being pulled up by the crown prince, Bilbo couldn't help but feel the way his larger hands engulfed his own, it was soft but calloused at the same time. He couldn't ignore the tingly feeling that went right through his body, he wanted to let go but he kept holding on. He was about to pull away and rid himself of the blood and dirt on clothes and look for his mithril crown but the hand that held his own pulled him. Bilbo had seconds to react, but all his instinct went out the window when his face hit Thorin's chest. It didn't last as the hobbit was thrust backwards. Bilbo let out a curse as the air left his lungs, his back hitting a tree.

"Pleasantries aside. What in Durin's name were you thinking?" It took a moment for the prince to register what happened, his eyes narrowed at the arm that was underneath his chin. "No guard, your are a prince and in line to marry my brother...were your intentions to die, Hobbit?" Thorin pushed his arm further into the hobbits throat, his eyes flashing in anger. With a grunt Bilbo replied, " The only person I see capable of killing me is you."

"You dare insult me-"

"You were the one to speak it first." Bilbo was the type to let a few things get past him, insulting whispers here and there but to say it to his face that was something he did not take lightly. His retort only made the crown prince snarl, his lips curled back to reveal his clenched teeth. Before either of them could go any further a figure appeared behind Thorin with their sword drawn. "Step away."

L'vren, captain of the guard and personal guard to Bilbo, held his sword steady and ready to strike at any given moment. His grey eyes landed to his prince before going back to Thorin, "Step away from my prince." He repeated, he didn't have to wait long, Thorin took a step back and dropped his arm. Bilbo's stance relaxed just slightly, his hand massaging his neck. "I must say, such introduction was not how I envisioned our meeting, Prince Thorin." Bilbo said as he dusted his clothes, he patted himself down making sure everything was in place but stopped short when his fingers touched his curls, remembering that he had lost his crown.

"My crown, where...is..it?" Bilbo wondered at what moment he lost such precious item, his green eyes scanned the area for anything that seemed to sparkle in the moonlight. Nothing. Dread settled in, what if he never found it? It was something created by his betroths hands, it was something very special to his heart, it was what connected him to Frerin.

Seeing how distressed his prince was, L'vren sheathed his sword after glaring at the crown prince before moving around the area in search of the crown. Thorin frowned at the hobbits actions and shook his head, "There are more pressing matter that demand our attention, like why you were targeted and almost killed...a crown is replaceable." Those were the wrong words to say. Bilbo froze mid search, his hands clenched into fists before being released. He slowly turned around and made his way towards Thorin, his green eyes flashing in anger. "You have no right to say what demands my attention, it's not just some simple crown that can be replaced, this crown is made of mithril and forged by your kin." Once again they were at eachothers throats, both not backing down.

"My dear brother woul-"

"What is all the commotion?" A aging hobbit with graying hair wobbled into view. His whole appearance made him look frail but one would be able to see the way he carried himself; with elegance and authority. Gandalf followed behind, looking at the blood and dead orcs lying on the once green grass. A gasp left the Thain as he took in the scene. "Bilbo! My grandson, are you hurt?

"I'm fine, I'm fine." Bilbo said as he noticed his grandfather, he gave Thorin one last glare before approaching the Thain, he gave a small smile and turned in a circle to show that he was fine.

"Prince Thorin and his company arrived before I could get too hurt."

"Yet, you still were harmed, do not lie to me Bilbo." The hobbit prince said nothing, he already knew he couldn't get out of this one.

The Thain did a once over, he noted the cuts on his face and the way Bilbo's hand massaged his back and neck. The Thain frowned and asked Gandalf to look after Bilbo, the wizard nodded. Having his grandson taken care of he made his way towards Thorin, avoiding all the dead bodies. Some of his guards following behind.

"Thorin, it has been a while since we were graced by your presence," The Thain glanced back at Bilbo before taking hold of Thorin's arm and guiding him further away from the group of dwarrows and hobbit alike. His guards stood at a respectable distance. " I know very well why you are here instead of your brother, but tell me one thing... how much danger is Bilbo in? These orcs have not set foot in our lands for centuries, why now?" Thorin opened his mouth but was cut off by Gandalf's booming voice.

"I do believe it is time to go underground, our Bilbo is not feeling too well. I believe he's in shock." There was an amused tone in his voice one that Bilbo didn't appreciate. He held onto his head as the dizziness took a hold of him, his breathing came out slow and precise. The sun had undoubtedly made him feel a lot better earlier, but one look at the dead corpses had his stomach churning. It was already late and he could tell from the silence that the party was canceled. The shimmering lights from the party down below were still bright.

Everything was finally catching up to him. The implications of everything seemed to dawn at him at once. He was about to die, his eyes moved over to his grandfather and Thorin and wondered what would have happened if his kin had not arrived in time. They would have found his dead body or maybe not at all. Why did the orcs want him? There were no answers to anything. Focusing on breathing, he didn't notice as a tall figure approached him and picked him off his feet. He couldn't even protest, all he knew was that he needed somewhere safe and they were going to do just that. The night was cool, his lungs breathed in the fresh clean air and he felt slightly content. Taking one last breath he let his eyes flutter close and sleep took over.

Hidden in the trees and camouflaged by the night, an orc watched with interest. The group had failed in capturing the hobbit prince, his uncle would not handle the news to well. On the bright side he would let him know of the the sudden appearance of prince Thorin, he might even get orders to capture both at the same time. Leaving the clearance he mounted on his warg and made his way back home, where his uncle Azog awaited with the goblin king.

A scream tore out of the prince's mouth, sweat covered his whole body. His green hazel eyes looked around the room trying to focus on anything that seemed familiar. There a top of his table laid a field of parchment paper all scattered. Just beneath it was a worn out red leathered book, the edges bent. My mothers book. He was home in his room, he paused for a moment thinking everything had been a dream but the ache on his head, back and neck proved that it indeed happened. Sighing he tore the sheets away from his body, letting the natural cold air cool down his body. Another sigh escaped him, he shuffled to the table and moved the parchment and picked up his mother's book. It was the same as he remembered all those years ago, he never had the courage to open it and read its content. Today seemed like a good time, his fingers skimmed the spine before he traced his mother initials on the front of the book. There was a knock on the door, Bilbo looked at the book once more before gently placing it back to where it belonged, he turned around then made his way to the door. What greeted him gave him an instant headache. Two dwarrows stood front and center at his door; one had golden blond hair with blue eyes and fair skin, the other had dark brown hair with the warmest chocolate brown eyes Bilbo had ever seen.

"The names Fili-

"Im Kili-

"At your service." They said in unison as they took a bow, the one named Kili had a bright smile that the hobbit couldn't help but return it. They were young compared to the others.

"We heard you scream from outside the door, is everything alright?" Kili asked, Fili on the other hand had his hand hovering above his weapon, his eyes scanning the area. "I'm quite fine, if you could point me-

"Certainly! That's what we're here for, come this way uncle Bilbo!" He had no chance to give a retort as both dwarrows each took a hold of one of his arms and dragged him out of his room. No time to think, Bilbo did notice that his usual guards were not stationed by his door, he wondered why. Going through different halls, Bilbo let himself be guided in the meantime he took that opportunity to ponder on some things.

Both brothers noticed the hobbits faraway look, then looked at each other.

"Do you think it's a good idea to take him to uncle? Look at him." Kili nudged his head towards the hobbit, Fili's eyes brows furrowed in concentration, " No, but it was an order, we cannot disobey him...he's in a bad mood already." Kili nodded in acceptance. He knew what his brother meant, the thing that was bothering him was the hobbit himself. He looked weak and frail as they dragged him to a set of dark green double doors, two guards stood in front. They took one look at the three princes, turned then opened the doors wide open, the three figures walked in.

"Prince Bilbo, seems these two gave you no time to dress." Bilbo's musing were interrupted as he heard his name called. Blinking rapidly he took in his surrounding. He was in the military section, which was closer to the Took lands, he must have really lost track of time. Right in the center of the grand room was crown prince Thorin, beside him Gandalf and his grandfather who looked years beyond his age. They all looked at him except for Thorin.

"Someone hand him a coat." Thorin ordered.

Bilbo took noticed of a short and semi round dwarrow, he had white hair and a long beard that separated into two at the end. He approach him with a long blue coat with furs adorning the neck and sleeves, Bilbo frowned confused.

"My name is Balin, please take this."

"No thank you. I'm quite alright."

"Im sure you are but, these two did not give you anytime to dress properly." Balin turned to the two siblings with disappointment. The hobbit looked down at himself as Balin's words finally sank, he was only in his night clothes which to him were too revealing. He let out a squeak of embarrassment as he took the offered coat, then buttoned it up to the top. It was too big on him, his fingers barely touching the sleeves. At least it kept him warm. Giving Balin a smile. He made his way towards his grandfather, as he walked he took notice of several other dwarrows that were in the room. There were at least a dozen he recognized as Thorin's company, all of them unique in their own way. He did notice L'vren staring them down.

Finally making it to the table, Bilbo froze in place. The words coming out of the crown princes mouth made no sense to the hobbit. He looked at the dwarrows bright blue eyes and asked with a trembling voice. "What do you mean Frerin didn't come? Why?"

Author's note: Hello my lovely readers, I do hope that you all liked this chapter. Hopefully it was worth the wait. Anyways, I'm hoping that updates will be back to normal, I'll try. Until next update. Adios.