Bilbo sat quietly by himself in the far corner of the library. His nose was buried deep within the pages of his latest book and his eyes scanned every written word. To most who would enter the room and see him would think he was heavily engrossed in whatever he was reading but in reality his thoughts were soaring far beyond the knowledge of the book pages.

Thorin was once again on his mind. Not like times where he would find himself reminiscing fondly about the great adventures they shared and how close they were now compared to their first meeting in the Shire. No, these were the ones that were like a plague that no matter how hard the poor Hobbit tried he couldn't get rid of them. It had been a continuous occurance ever since he found he had feelings for Thorin.

There were times he thought that he was probably sick or losing his mind for even letting such lewd thoughts about Thorin of all people to manifest in his head. But he couldn't deny that every time that stubborn dwarf smiled at him, fought to protect him, held him was enough for any same sane person to think such things.

Just the thought of having Thorin pin him down with those strapping arms while he left mark after mark across his soft body sent shivers of pleasure down his spine and settled into his groin. But of course Bilbo would never act out on these feelings. Thorin was a king and his friend and the thought of even showing the slightest hint to interest made him sick to his stomach.

Thorin was the one thing that was out of his reach. Even if he wanted to just feel what it would be like to kiss those lips, even if it was just once before he would probably be thrown out would be enough for him. But he knew better than to want things he couldn't have. As a king Thorin would have to lead by example. He had to marry a beautiful dwarf wife, she would birth his heirs, they would rule Erebor together and they would be happy.

And he knew he couldn'tgive Thorin any of those things. He would be a laughing stock if he ever presented Bilbo as his consort, not only that there wasn't a wizard or a miracle so strong around to cast some spell for him to give Thorin children and he sure as hell wasn't leadership material. He's just the Hobbit from the shire who helped reclaim Erebor and that's how it would stay.

And that was what pained him the most.

He had nothing to offer his king. Not even his body would be a worthy offering to man so magnificent in every way never the less his heart. He was unworthy.

Balin was walking pass the library from a meeting when he saw the door of the library slightly opened causing the soft glow of light in the dark hallway as he walked. He wouldn't have paid it any mind but a familiar frustrated growl and the sound of something falling made him investigate. He wasn't surprised that Bilbo was in the library but seeing him clenching his hair rather roughly and a opened book at the foot of the door sparked his interest.

"Lad?" He called out to the halfling who seemed startled at his presence.

"Oh Balin. Sorry I didn't hear you come in." Bilbo chuckled nervously trying not to look like a total reck. The elder looked him over and grew a bit concerned.

"Is everything alright? You look troubled." Bilbo ran his fingers through his hair and wiping his moist eyes to atleast look presentable even if it was just Balin.

"Troubled? No no trouble at all. Just read a bad book is all." He watched as Balin picked up the tossed book peaking at the cover and raised a brow.

"Different ways to cook Elven mushrooms, must have been quite awful." He smiled but Bilbo didn't look amused. He looked so sad and conflicted, like he didn't know what to do with himself.

"What's the matter lad, your never like this. Did something happen?" Balin took at seat next to the Hobbit and placed a hand on his shoulder trying to give him some comfort.

Bilbo would have rather died a thousand deaths than tell Balin of all people what was going on with him. Not only would he have died from shame but he would probably kill himself if Thorin ever caught word of it. Not that he didn't trust Balin, he was a dear friend and gave wonderful advice but some things were better left unsaid.

"I'm fine. I've just been feeling a little homesick is all." An excellent lie on his part, Balin nodded his head understanding.

"Aye, the heart always aches for the comforts of home but aren't you happy here? I was under the impression that you didn't want to return to your hobbit hole." He was right. Bilbo couldn't stand the thought of leaving the place he faught for, the place he swore to protect alone side his friends as they had traveled land, air and sea to reach.

"I thought I wouldn't but it's starting to way heavy on my chest." Balin studied the Hobbit closely. He knew Bilbo good enough to know then he was hiding something, no matter how good a lier he was.

"Lad, since when have you ever felt that I couldn't keep a secret? Whatever it is must be weighing heavy on your chest, you can t.." Before the elder could finish Bilbo had burst into tears, hugging his arms tight as if trying to keep himself together. The dwarf immediately fell into a state of worry and hurried to comfort the halfling.

"Bilbo whatever is the matter? Why are you crying?" Bilbo wanted to speak, to somehow reassure his friend that he was fine but the tears of frustration and shame just kept falling. Balin held him securely in his arms, like his mother use to whenever he was picked on from the other village children as a child. He couldn't remember the last time someone had hugged him like this, like they actually cared about him and that he mattered. But instantly his tretarous mind reminded him that he was indeed held like that once, by Thorin and it made him weep harder.

"Lad, my heart hurts just looking at you like this. Please tell you what's wrong and we can fix it together." Bilbos head hurt, he hadn't cried like this in a long time. He appreciated Balin trying to help him but this was something he had to solve himself, no matter the consequences.

"I want to leave Erebor."

The air was becoming thicker with every laboured breath the king took. His skin felt as if it were ablaze as his hand pumped his aching length sending wave after wave of blissful chills up and down his spine.

The scent of Bilbo's old shirt was still fresh as if the halfling had just worn it. His knuckles were becoming white from how tight he was gripping the thin cream fabric and snuggling his nose into it to inhale it's heavenly aroma.

Thorin was no stranger to this act. It had become a frequent habit of his whenever the need for the Hobbit became unbearable. The sweet smell of flowers, books, honey and sunshine was enough to drive him mad and the softness of the fabric reminded him of Bilbos skin whenever they would touch for brief moments.

He could almost feel those soft gentle fingers trailing feather like touches all over him, that heavenly body wrapped around him just begging to be ruined and worshiped in the way only he knew how to.

"Bilbo..." The name was like pure honey on his lips, so rich and bitter sweet on his tongue. He couldn't help but wonder if Bilbo tasted as sweet as he's imagined. Of course he had many ideas how each part of his Hobbit tasted under his lips.

As his actions became more aggressive, more sensual thoughts of Bilbo came to mind. He had always admired the strength and durability of golden ropes. They had a wonderful shine to them along with being strong yet soft to the touch and he couldn't help imagine how lovely they would look wrapped around Bilbo while he was naked. His hands would be tied frimly behind his back of course, then the ropes would circle around his neck, cascade into beautiful diamond shaped knots until they reached his hips, then his legs would be bound together at his thighsand ankles while the rest of him was exposed and at his mercy.

Before he could think about any more parts he would claim, he had already cum. He looked down at his hand at his spilled seed and wondered if Bilbo by some small miracle could ever birth his children, probably if he fucked him long and hard enough his little Hobbit would grow a womb. Of course he knew it was silly and biologically impossible, but it was still a nice thought.

After he took a bath and got dressed in a fresh set of clothes he decided it was time to return to his duties, staying in his chambers would just tempt him into another stress relief session. Making sure he looked presentable as a king should he turned to leave but stopped looking down at his bed where Bilbos shirt still laid. He was tempted to take it with him but that wouldn't be very sane of him to do. So he held it close to his chest, inhaled it one more time and carefully stored it away with all of the other stolen treasures of Bilbos he possessed.

Thorin nearly bumped from the sudden eratic banging of the other side of the doors. No one ever banged on his door in such a disrespectful manner without fully knowing the consequences. With a growl he marched across the room and almost ripped the door off it's hindges wanting to seriously punch who ever it was.

"Fili? Kili? Why on earth are you banging on my door!" Thorin was more that surprised to see his nephews huffing, crouched over with their hands on their knees and sweating as if they was just running for their lives.

"Uncle.. you.. we.. B-Bilbo..." Fili tried to speak clearly but his lungs felt like they were on fire. Kili looked as if he would pass out but he was too disturbed from what they recently found out to succumb.

"What about Bilbo? Speak!" He demanded which made his nephews straighten up.

"It's Bilbo Uncle, we were on our way to the throne room when we passed the library." Kili started

"Balin was with Bilbo in the library. We over heard them talking ... he..." Fili wanted to finish but the look on his uncle's face was too frightening. He knows how Thorin gets when something had to do with Bilbo but sometimes he thought his uncle went too far in certain situations, like that time when Bilbo was introduced to the entire kingdom when they had returned after the war. There wasn't a doubt that their people wouldn't love him and welcome him into their home with open arms but some of them were a little too friendly in Thorins eyes.

He could still remember all the blood, the screams and pleads for mercy the three dwarves and suffered in the deepest, darkest parts of Erebor. Thorin was like a madman. He cared not if they were his kin or not, his eyes only saw competition for Bilbo, and he hated competition.

"Go on." Gods was he trembling? He hasn't been this afraid of his uncle in a very long time.

"Well..."

"Surely you don't mean that Bilbo." They heard Balin asked in a calm yet panicked tone as they pressed their ears against the opening of the doors to hear better.

"I can't stand it here anymore. I feel so caged and lonely it's making me sick." Fili felt his heart pinch as he felt the desperation and pain in Bilbos voice.

"Now now lad. Maybe your just a little homesick, I understand." Balin was obviously trying to reason with him.

"I'm not homesick I just want to leave. I don't want to feel like this anymore and the only I can get better is if I get out of here." The brothers looked at each other, sharing a look of hurt and uncertainty. Why was Bilbo saying such things all of a sudden? Did something happen? Had someone said something to him? It wouldn't have been the first time but their uncle always made sure whoever dared to insult Bilbo paid very dearly.

"Bilbo. What's really going on? You can't lie to me, I know there's more to what your telling me." They both waited in anticipation, to know if Bilbo would crack and tell the truth.

"Don't tell Thorin I'm leaving."

After they had heard all of it they ran as fast as they could looking all over the kingdom for their uncle to tell him all they had heard.

"Are you sure those were his exact words? Not to tell me?" Thorins face was completely emotionless but his eyes, those eyes were like pits blue fire.

"Y.. yes uncle we're sure." Kili answered. Thorin just stood there for about ten minutes not saying a word. Fili and Kili started to feel uneasy as their uncle looked at them as if they weren't there but they didn't dare move.

"Well, I'll have to confirm this for myself now wouldn't I?"

I know I know I'm a complete tease I know. (I've been editing for weeks) But as I said before I like my stories to have depth but I didn't expect this one to be so deep. Part three is already in process and that is when the kinky stuff shall begin, and some punishment shall be given roughly and I promise to deliver you your money's worth at the end of it.

Thank you very much to those who have read and liked my other stories so far. I appreciate you soooo much because you give me the motivation to carry on.