There wasn't much else he could do. He was prepared to leave if it meant he could clear his head and forget all the bad thoughts he had swirling around in his mind. He'd never been good with his emotions and this thing with Thorin was more than he could handle.
Bilbo sat on his bed thinking of how he would go about doing this. He wouldn't have to pack much since he didn't have much to begin with. He didn't even want to carry the thirteen percent that was given to him after the war, the journey meant more to him than gold and shimmering jewels. He would carry the essentials like his sword, food, water, clothes and the acorn he had always wanted to plant in his garden. His house was no doubt filled with cobwebs and mountains of dust by now but the thought of it didn't bother him, at least he would have something to look forward to doing upon his return to his quiet home land.
Having decided he got up and began to search through his storage chests to pick out the few things he wanted to carry, he began wondering how his life would play out. He would be lonely that was for sure. He'd gotten so accustom to having people around him, sharing stories, singing tales of old, it had all become like a necessity for him now. Maybe when the loneliness gets too unbearable he'll adopt a few cats to keep him company, maybe even settle down with some girl who would actually want to marry him and start a family to at least full the void to some extent, maybe he'll be happy. Maybe.
After packing all of his belongings into a bag he decided to wait until midnight to move. There would be guards posted at the gates but being a hobbit he would pass by them quite easily. Perhaps he could visit Erendell once again. He had admired the beautiful city greatly and was eager to learn more about the elves that lived there and at the same time he could get a horse and make his journey home much earlier, the plan was full proof.
Midnight had fallen on middle earth. The city of Erebor had fallen still and silent since it's citizens already retreated to their homes to rest and prepare for the next day of work. The usual guards were patrolling the different areas ensuring that no one or nothing invaded their home a second time, this time they ensured themselves that they would be ready for a fight.
Bilbo was packed, ready and on the move, the dark halls aiding him to stay in the shadows and out of sight. The coldness of the floor was enough to send shivers up his spine but he was too focused to notice it. There were the usual guards that patrolled the kingdom, making sure that no one was running around in the middle of the night. Bilbo even knew a few of them quite well but he refrained from stopping to exchange pleasantries of goodbyes and farewells.
With each quiet step he took, Bilbo felt his heart begin to hurt. Not in a painful way but more of an aching sensation that traveled to the pit of his stomach and made him feel nauseous. He didn't mean to say those things to Balin, he didn't even know why he had chosen to go with that lie of all ones he could have come up with but it was there at the time and it got him out of talking about his problems with Balin, but it was driving him to break his promise by leaving and it made him feel even worse.
He had come to love Erebor, it was his home, the place where he laid his head, the place where he read, where he had finally made friends. It was where he was free to be himself and feel welcomed, and most of all it was where the only person that made him feel things that he had never felt before, no matter how one-sided the feelings were.
He wasn't even this heartbroken when he had to leave the Shire.
Making an unintentional sharp right turn, he had rammed face first into something rock solid. He groaned and pinched his nose as it ached from the collision with whatever wall he hadn't seen approaching but the sound of a low grunt caused him to open his eyes and looked to see that it wasn't a wall he had collided with at all but it was in fact the solid build of one of his friends.
"Mr. Baggins." The grumpy voice said as sharp eyes looked down at him with tightly folded arms and a 'not moving for anything' stance.
"Dwalin. Sorry I didn't see you there, I was... in a hurry. " Bilbo started to sweat a little. He was hoping not to cross paths with anyone he knew to avoid, well this exact situation.
"What's with the luggage." He stated more than asked as he looked Bilbo over as if to confirm something. The halfling swallowed the saliva that was pooling in his mouth, he could feel the beads of sweat trailing down his back despite the cold surroundings.
"Why am I so nervous? It's not like he knows I'm planning on leaving. Balin wouldn't have said a word to anyone would he? Of course he wouldn't, he promised he wouldn't."
"Oh... This? I'm just taking a few things down to... Forges to.. Be recycled. You know me, never letting anything go to waste." He laughed scratching the back of his neck awkwardly, trying to sound as convincing as possible.
"It's either you come willingly or I escort you myself." Bilbo looked at him confused.
"Beg your pardon?" Dwalin continued to look down at him, his tiny yet fierce eyes held determination.
"Your not leaving." In his mind Bilbo was panicking, Balin must have said something to his brother, of course he did. But how could he after he promised? He could only pray that Thorin knew nothing about it, it would hurt him to know that Bilbo was planning to up and leave without saying a word even after he promised he wouldn't .
"I.. I'm not. I'm just..." Before he could even think about some lame excuse to feed Dwalin, the towering dwarf simply lifted him off his feet by his collar and proceeded to walk in the opposite direction with Bilbo swinging in front of him.
"Dwalin put me down this instant!" Bilbo continued to thrash and yell at his friend for the entirety of their trip to wherever Dwalin was taking him. Thoughts of him carrying him to Thorin to tell his king that he found Bilbo trying to sneak off made him even more nervous and caused him to panic.
After the war he saw how Thorin had changed from a greedy and cruel king to one who cared and was willing to let others in. Sure he would lash out now and again to whoever pissed him off but deep down he knew Thorin still held the darkness in his heart and he didn't think he had the strength to face that darkness, no matter how deeply he felt for him.
Thorin sat silently on his throne, eyes cold and distant as they stared at the entrance hall of the throne room, waiting.
He's had instructed his kin to search for Bilbo and bring him to the throne room by any means necessary.
After a few minutes of silence Dwalin entered into the room with Bilbo hanging in front of him looking tired yet frightened, as he should.
"Thank you Dwalin. Inform the others that you found him and return to your duties, no one is to enter after you leave." Thorin instructed when they were only a foot away from the throne. The dwarf bowed respectfully and lowered Bilbo onto his bare feet before retreating to the entrance and closing the heavy doors behind him leaving the two alone and in complete silence.
Thorin continued to stare at the little halfling who refused to make eye contact with him and preferred to look at the polished stone floor that glistened from the lit lamps that decorated the walls. His body was shaking in fear and Thorin noticed the rosy color his cheeks usually had were gone and were now pale and probably cold to the touch.
"Going somewhere?" A cold chill ran down his spine as Thorin's voice softly echoed through the room. He wasn't prepared for this, he didn't have the strength to face Thorin and tell him what he was planning on doing.
"You weren't, actually planning on leaving were you?" The chill became a wave of dread at the question. He chanced a glance up at Thorin and was surprised at the pleasant smile that was painted across his lips but the surprise was washed away when Bilbo looked into those blue eyes. They were so, empty. Like every and all traces of emotion was just gone, leaving behind hollowed out orbs of blue. Bilbo remembered seeing that look only once, when Thorin was under the influence of the gold sickness. Thorin was gone at that point and it was hard to snap him out of it.
"Come now Bilbo there's no need to be worried."
"I.. I'm not worried." He managed to reply fidgeting with the tips of his fingers to somehow calm his nerves.
"Well just to ease your nerves, I just wanted some questions answered and if your answers are satisfactory I'll let you go to wherever it was that you were going. Fair enough?" Every bone in his body was telling him that something didn't feel right. Thorin was NEVER this calm whenever he found out that someone crossed him or did something against his wishes no matter who they were but he nodded anyways.
"Very well, why don't you come have a seat and get comfortable." Thorin gestured to a small cushion that was positioned right in front of one of the armrests of the throne.
As physically calm as he could muster Bilbo set down his bag and
tentatively sat next to Thorin who had yet to take his eyes off of him.
"Now then. It's come to my attention, that you feel very uncomfortable here. Am I correct?" Bilbo hesitated to answer, he didn't know how to answer. He couldn't tell Thorin that just a few minutes ago he would have left Erebor without his knowledge and would have probably never seen him again, even if he already knew that, the truth was never easy to admit.
"You said you felt caged, am I right?" Bilbo's entire body stiffened when he felt fingers gently raked themselves through his hair, the tips massaging his scalp as if to soothe the swirling waves of worry and fear in him.
" Lonely... Sick..." His heart was beating out of control at this point, his laboured breathing didn't seem to be helping his lack of oxygen as he struggled to breathe. His entire body was quaking, almost vibrating while his skin drained to a sickly pale tone, those eyes of his red and watery as if he were holding back an ocean of tears. He didn't like this feeling.
"Tell me Bilbo... Is that how you really feel?" Thorin gripped a fist full of Bilbo's hair, pulling his hand back roughly causing Bilbo's head to shoot back and yelp from the unexpected move exposing his face for the king to see.
The king leaned over the arm of his chair to get face to face with the little hobbit he had in his grip. He sat there quietly for what seemed like an eternity just looking into those frightened eyes that fascinated him so. They were at this point weeping with tears, they made him remember all those dark fantasies where he would have Bilbo strapped down while he made those pretty big eyes look up at him, pleading to be let go and forgiven.
"T..thorin... Your hurting me." The king tightened his grip causing Bilbo to grab onto the hand that held his hair to somehow loosen it's grip. He couldn't hold back the sob that escaped him. His head was beginning to throb painfully, he had never felt so helpless and weak. Something at the back of his mind was trying to convince him that he deserved this, that he should be punished for trying to leave but he would have never thought that Thorin would act so aggressive towards him, even if he did almost try to flee from the kingdom.
"Such a lovely expression." Thorin hummed caressing Bilbo's cold cheek with his other hand admiring the softness that he felt on his fingertips.
"So lovely."
"Thorin...
"You have no idea what I'm capable of doing to you. I use to think that if I kept my distance, hide away my true intentions, that they would be enough to convince you to stay. But it seems that all you've done is take my patience for granted, and think you could just leave me." Thorin could feel his self control slipping away with every word, how he'd longed to have Bilbo this close, to be able to feel the warmth of his skin and smell his aroma was sending all manners of perverted shivers through him.
Bilbo played back the words in his mind. Thorin felt something for him? Surely he was just saying that out of anger, how could he feel something for him as well and yet... Make it sound so wrong. "I.. didn't know... what else to do I'm sorry!" Bilbo was still crying, trying so hard to loosen Thorin's grip on his hair but the king was far more stronger than he was.
"Sorry are you?" Something clicked in the back of Thorin's mind as the words sank in. This could all play out to his advantage if he 'played his cards right' according to Balin. And being king he was entitled and had ownership of all things in his kingdom, especially Bilbo.
"How sorry are you? Would you be willing to show me how sorry you are? Do you want my forgiveness?" Bilbo sobbed and nodded his head as much as he could, anything for Thorin to let go of him.
The king smirked and removed his hand and laid back on his stone throne while Bilbo tried to compose himself and stop his tears. Thorin looked up at the Arkenstone that continued to shine above his head. It was such a beautiful stone, an irreplaceable treasure that was his and his alone to have, just like Bilbo. He had desired them both, longed to have both in his grasp, to hold and show off to all those who envied him but also keep them from eyes who didn't deserve to look at them and want them the way he did. The Arkenstone was a symbol to his right to sit at the throne of his father and great grandfathers, to show all of middle earth that he was worthy and deserving of the title king under the mountain.
Bilbo on the other hand, once he had him completely would be a living testimony to the power of the king and the lengths he was willing to go to claim what was rightfully his.
"Face me." Thorin said in a stern voice looking down at the brunette, waiting for his attention. Bilbo was still trying to piece himself back together, never had he expected to be handled like that especially by Thorin. Taking in a shaky breath Bilbo gripped the ends of the cushion and looked up at Thorin the best he could without showing how extremely traumatised and in pain he was.
"Come to me." The king gestured to the spot in front of him and watching as Bilbo got up and took each and every step with caution to the front of his throne.
He couldn't help the wicked grin that planted his face as his eyes raked the trembling figure in front of him, arms hugging eachother to calm his shaking shoulders, his forehead was covered in beads of sweat as if the room was too hot to bear. Such a beautiful creature for any man, elf or dwarf to ever have the pleasure of getting their hands on.
"Look at me." He ordered softly but growled when Bilbo continued to avert his eyes. Thorin wanted to see those eyes as they wept and glistend in fear and uncertainty. He needed to see how far down those brown eyes went into into his soul so he could drown himself in them. So with a swift move he leaned forward and gripped Bilbo's face in his large hand forcing the frightened man to look at him.
"Do not test my patience, if I give you an order you follow it am I understood?" He watched as more tears well up in Bilbo's eyes and roll down his cheeks into his hand, even down to his very tears Thorin wanted to treasure, and claim every tear to be one of his making and his alone, whether out of pain or pleasure.
"Answer me!" He commanded loudly and startled the halfling and caused him to mumble something close to 'I understand', which made Thorin smile.
"Good." Before Bilbo could react Thorin gripped him by his wrist and pulled him forward with a swift spin which made him land flat on the king's lap. It was almost automatic when Bilbo hurried to get up, almost like a defense mechanism but Thorin was quick and wrapped his arms around the waist of his captive. His arms tightening their grip as the hobbit continued to struggle, pulling him until he was flush against his chest and sat just above his groin which made Bilbo halt his fighting and blush fiercely.
"Do forgive me, I tend to get quite... overwhelmed when I think of you. Can you feel it? Do you feel how my body reacts to you? If you only knew how badly I desire this body of yours. Such a define temple that houses a heart pure as gold.." Bilbo halt his breath hitch in his throat as he felt Thorin run a hand up his body to his chest, he movement slow and teasing.
"Many a night have I been plagued with dreams of you. Naked, bound to my bed, tender skin kneeding between my hands, whimpers begging for me..." The other hand just as slow went south of the trembling hobbit, fingers lightly traced the hem of Bilbo's trousers, then to his crotch even lighter causing his halfling to whimper softly as if he were ashamed.
" Every inch of you supple and willing to have me." Thorin buried his nose in the crook of Bilbo's neck to inhale his unique scent as he continued to fondle the hobbit in his lap. Everything about him was just so intoxicating that he hardly felt any doubt or regret pushing the hobbit so fast but the demons his his mind were restless. They were yelling, taunting, begging Thorin to claim the hobbit. Strip him of everything and ravish every inch until his thirst was quenched.
Bilbo tried to wriggle out of Thorin hold on him again as his hands became more aggressive, this was so wrong in so many ways that made him want to run away more than ever. Even though he had feelings for Thorin he never wanted things to spiral down this way. He always pictured be would be courted like he saw couples did back in the shire, they would spend time with eachother, share their secrets, make gifts for eachother and kiss under the moonlight as cheesy as it might sound. He wanted to be loved like his parents loved eachother, not lusted after by a king whom he held in the highest reguards.
"Do you know the penalty of defying a king dear Bilbo? I'm not sure how others do it but I kill anyone who thinks they can go against me. I cut off their heads with my sword and I hang their heads in a special room I keep just for them. Some did left things that I could have been more leanient with, but the rest deserved it. Tell me Bilbo, should I kill you with the same blade or should I be more leanent? " Thorin felt Bilbo stiffen in his hold. He wanted to make Bilbo see that he was still as mad as he once was and instill as much fear into as possible. Anyone who tried what Bilbo did tonight had indeed died my his blade. He had made it clear to his people up in his return to the throne that no one was to leave the kingdom without his consent and some were foolish enough to test his words. He had executed them in front of their families and The entire kingdom to show them just how serious he was. He intended to keep and protect every one of his job and how could he if they left?
"You... Killed your own people?" He heard the utter disbelief in Bilbo's trembling voice.
" What, so you think me not capable to do such a thing? Would you like me to show you? " Bilbo was quick to decline but didn't have a choice in the matter as Thorin got up and grabbed him by his wrist as he pulled him towards the wall to their far right that opened up to reveal a passage way when they stood before it. Bilbo fell into a fit of paranoia as Thorin dragged him though the door into total darkness when the door automatically shut behind them. Bilbo was praying the Mahal that Thorin wasn't taking him to this supposed room that he had full of decapitated heads of his kin.
As they walked in silence the darkness began to thin out as light entered his vision by lamps that hung above them as they made it to a narrow entry way. Thorin came to a halt and pushed Bilbo forward into a brightly lit area that upon looking at it almost made him scream in horror. There were so many, they hung one on top the other with fear and terror planted permanently on their faces. Some of the faces were even familiar to him as he tried to recall seeing them among the kingdom before this moment of realization.
"A true treasure room if I do say so myself. These poor souls were the foolish ones who thought they could defy me. You cannot imagine the pure pleasure of killing and striking fear into the heart of your people. It teaches them that I hold all of their faiths in my hand and that there is no escaping me." Thorin watched as Bilbo began to shake as he stared at the heads. He smiled in satisfaction that everything was finally sinking into Bilbo about how serious he really was.
"Do you recognize any of them? " He asked standing behind the Hobbit and wrapped his arms around him as if giving him a hug.
"These two over here are my recent additions, I went though great lengths in making their deaths as painful as possible for touching you, as if you were theirs." Bilbo did recognize them as he looked closer. They were the ones who had hugged him in gratitude when Bilbo had help them with their mother who was terribly ill. None of the healers were able to treat her illness, not even Balin, but Bilbo did and she had recovered within a matter of two weeks much to everyone's amazement. But that wasn't a reason to killing them, no one deserved to die like this and the fact that it was because of him brought tears of shame and guilt to his eyes.
"Do not waste your tears little one, your fate would never be this." He reassured burying his nose into the crook of Bilbo's neck.
"Your too innocent to see their true intentions." Thorin's voice became low, a dark promise playing off his lips as he ran his hands all over Bilbo who was still paralyzed in horror. It was as if they were all watching him with their dead, cold eyes, judging him and blaming him for their deaths as they should. It was all his fault that about sixty head's of dwarves littered the walls, if he had only known that this was why so many people that he considered his friends went missing and why almost everyone was always reluctant to tell him anything upon the mention of their names.
"All of them.. because of me.. I.." The tears became so hot that they stung his cheeks as he began to sob, eyes pleading the heads for forgiveness for making this their faiths.
" They're up there because they couldn't keep their distance. Who were they to have the privilege to hold you, touch you as I suffered in the shadows, feeding off dreams of you while they got to do as they pleased."
"How about we show them who alone has that privilege shall we?" Bilbo gasped as Thorin ripped his shirt open, buttons flying off and landing on the ground as quickly as Bilbo did when Thorin pushed him onto the cold stone floor.
Bilbo looked up at Thorin as he lured above him, eyes swirling with such madness and raw lust it are him back away from the advancing king. He mind was racing as it begged him to find a way out but there wasn't, to get up and fight but he couldn't, to beg for mercy but how could he, when so many heads hung above him as a reminder that there was no such thing as mercy.
"Such beauty isn't meant for the eyes of people like them. They could never appreciate you the way I do." Bilbo felt the cold wall press against the back of head telling him that he ran out of space. Thorin was on his hands and knees now, approaching Bilbo slowly like a predator would when it has its prey right where it wanted them.
"Only a king knows the true worth of treasure. And make it known to every living creature in middle earth that you are mine Bilbo Baggins." Thorin reach out to cup Bilbo's tear stained cheek, wiping away the tears. Bilbo sobbed and turned away from the touch, it felt wrong as it sent chills of disgust across his skin which made Thorin frown.
"Think what you will of my actions but I can promise you that I regret nothing. You are all that matters to me and I'd gladly kill again-" Thorin stopped mid sentence when Bilbo struck him. The blow was hard and it stung his cheek and left him a little shocked.
"Don't you dare speak like this is all for me! You killed them because of your sick desires. The very point of us being together was to reclaim Erebor and reunite your people and all of a sudden you decide to kill off any possible threats of you having me. Your a monster and I hate you for what you've done! I'll never forgive you and if I could go back in time I'd make sure Smaug killed you if I knew it would have come to this for your no better than him!" Bilbo hadn't known when his body had moved into action but he didn't regret it. It felt good to hit Thorin, to make him feel how horrible he truly was and how much Bilbo hated him for this.
Thorin touched where Bilbo had struck him and caressed his bruised skin as if he hadn't heard a word Bilbo had just said. He wasn't angry that he had struck him, he understood that Bilbo would be overwhelmed by everything but to be called a murderer
and be compared to Smaug, of all rotten creatures to ever cross his path was a big no no.
Bilbo felt panic like no other when Thorin wrapped his hand around his throat and began to squeeze. The tears that blurred his eyes didn't stop him from seeing the absolute fury that burned in Thorin's eyes.
"Is that what you think I am? A common criminal that you dare to compare me to that filth!!?" Bilbo clawed desperately as his air supply began to shorten as Thorin continued to squeeze.
"I expected you see this as proof of my devotion to you, but I guess this isn't enough." Bilbo fought with all his might as Thorin grabbed him and pushed him flush against the floor. The king was rough and spared no amount of effort to flip Bilbo onto his stomach and pin his hands behind his back despite Bilbo's pleads.
"I'll show you just how much of a monster I am." Thorin whispered behind him, his extra hand pulling at Bilbo's pants until he got them down just enough to expose Bilbo's plush cheeks. They were more round and smooth than he imagined as his hand caressed each cheek even as Bilbo cursed and faught against his bruising hold. He then continued to spread the cheeks apart and exposed Bilbo's plush pink hole which made the Hobbit gasp as the cold air of the confined room hit the sensitive area.
"Don't you dare! Let go of me! Thorin get off me!" Bilbo had never faught so much in all his life. Just the thought of Thorin going this far just to prove a point was sending a sickening ache in his stomach that made him want to vomit. This wasn't the way things were suppose to be between them, they were suppose to be friends and even if faith pushed them to be more, it should have never been like this.
Thorin licked his lips as he caressed the parts of Bilbo that he continued to undress. He had never in all his years has he felt skin as soft and unblemished as Bilbo's in all of his life, not even the women of his kingdom who were known for their beauty could hold a candle to Bilbo.
The aching and pulsing of his cock against his rough pants was becoming uncomfortable and he more than anything wanted wanted to tease the Hobbit more but the more time he wasted the harder it became. So, after stripping Bilbo of all his garments until the poor thing was sobbing, pleading him not to do it but Thorin knew he was smart enough to I is that there wasn't room to negotiate.
"You should be happy Bilbo, after I take you you will never have to return to your little hobbit home and be the timid little thing you use to be." He let out a shaky breath from the friction of his own hand against his crotch as he unbuttoned and opened his pants allowing his cock to spring free and Bob against Bilbo's ass.
"I'll make you my consort. That way you'll be forever bound to me and you will serve me and I'm turn I will take care of you. There will be nothing you will want and will not have, you will sit at my feet, you will worship me was I do you, I will make you the happiest hobbit on middle earth."
"S..stop.." Bilbo choked out, in complete tears when Thorin spread his cheeks apart roughly, giving the head of his cock better access to Bilbo's entrance.
"Whether you want it or not." An ear piercing scream rang through the room when Thorin thrusted into the trembling hobbit. Bilbo couldn't explain the pain that ripped up his spine like a bandaid. It was mixed with so many raw emotions like fear, absolute horror and betrayal that made his head spin, make his body stiffen and put a bad taste in his mouth, almost bitter like.
But all the while Thorin was in absolute euphoria. Not only was the heat that surrounded his shaft cause his skin to tingle, but the softness of Bilbo's insides was like a blanket that just welcomed him to stay. If he had known being inside of him was going to be this good he would made his move much sooner.
"Mahal, your a perfect fit Bilbo. Every inch of you is so soft and warm." Every thrust stung painfully as he atleast tried to balance himself against the forceful rocking of his body. His vision becoming blurry from the endless tears but he could still see the heads of Thorin's victims looking down at them, as if they were judging him for being so weak and easily dominated.
"You can feel it can't you? How we fit so perfectly together?. It's been years since I've been with anyone, and you, just feel so bloody good I can't stop." Thorin praised with every thrust. The stiffness that Bilbo was trying to keep his body in was starting to become more relaxed. He could feel all of energy being sucked out of him, leaving him weak.
After what felt like forever, Thorin had completely had his way with Bilbo. Every part of him felt raw and bruised as he held there half naked and covered in sweat and cum. He didn't have the strength to move or cry, all he could do was listen to the rustling of clothes and feel Thorin presence stand up and look over him as if looking over an art piece.
And what hurt most, he could feel that smug, emotionless grin on Thorin's lips, because he knew he had won. Bilbo was his now and no one was going to get in his way.
I know I know I could have ended it better but it's literally been months, months! Since I updated and I just wanted to get this out of the way because there was consistent writers blocks nd I had a bad habit of just dragging the story out instead to getting to the point so yeah. I'm really sorry if you had a different outcome in mind but probably some day in the future I might re-write this one. Let's keep our fingers crossed.
Off to the next short story!