A/N: Thank you everyone for reviewing! Every one helps! This one is a bit more sexually graphic along with the next one. I hope to put up another chapter within the week but I can't be sure... Anyways on to the story!

Chapter 5: Returning

Time passed quickly for the hobbit and his dwarf companion. They arrived at the gates of Erebor without any trouble. Well other than the occasional lone wolf trying to raid their encampment. Bilbo looked upon the gates with wide eyes; he had forgotten how magnificent they were. Trembling slightly he turned to Balin, the dwarf nodded encouragingly. He turned back to the doors and pushed one aside, entering the large hall.

Balin urged Bilbo to follow him through another set of doors at the end of the hall. Once they opened Bilbo saw an extravagantly decorate room with a stone chair in the center. Someone was speaking in a quiet voice to whoever was in front of the chair. The voice excused them, and for the first time in four years Bilbo looked upon the person he loved. He couldn't move, he couldn't speak, his heart essentially stuttered to a stop.

Thorin looked up when he heard a throat being cleared. Bilbo couldn't take it anymore and ran towards him, as did Thorin and they met in an embrace that was more loving and heart wrenching than anyone in the throne room could remember having seen.

"I'm sorry, I am so sorry," a voice thick with emotion whispered into a pointed ear. "I should have never thrown you away; I should have never let the gold sickness get the better of me. You are my world, my everything."

Thorin pulled back to look into Bilbo's eyes. "Without you I am nothing. I can't believe I was ever idiotic enough to say that I didn't love you. You are my One. I love you Bilbo Baggins."

At that point Bilbo was practically sobbing into Thorin's robes. "I l-love you, t-too. I love y-you so m-much Thorin. Don't ever leave me again, please, never again."

"I promise I will never leave you."

Bilbo pulled back and wiped his eyes trying to calm his breathing and get a hold of himself. "S-sorry, I got you clothes all wet," he said with a watery smile.

Thorin just chuckled, "it's not important now that I have you back in my arms. Let us go back to my quarters and we will find something suitable for you to wear. After such a long journey you must wish to be clean." Bilbo nodded and Thorin smiled, "Then I shall call for a bath to be drawn, would you like anything to eat while you're waiting?"

Just then the hobbits stomach rumbled and he blushed brightly.

"I'll take that as a yes. I'll get the servants to bring you something you'll like."

By then they had reached the chamber Bilbo once called his own. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach, Would Thorin come with me? Of course not, he doesn't have time to waste in the bath with you, he has more important kingly duties. But we haven't seen each other in so long he must be yearning for something. Do not ask him, it's not your place you are just a commoner he is royalty.

While Bilbo was have his internal battle, Thorin had already gotten the servants to draw him a bath and food brought to the table in the corner. "Umm… Bilbo?"

No reply.

"Bilbo!"

Still no reply. Maybe he was in shock? Then Bilbo felt something soft and warm on his lips and his eyes widened realizing that Thorin was kissing him. He gasped in surprise and Thorin took that moment to gently caress Bilbo's tongue with his own. The hobbit moaned and wrapped him arms around the dwarf's neck. They pulled apart all too quickly for Bilbo's liking and he whined in disappointment.

Thorin chuckled, "Come now Bilbo, we have to get you cleaned and ready for supper." There was a mischievous glint in Thorin's eyes as he walked towards the bath. Poor Bilbo stood frozen for a moment still in shock about the kiss they just shared before rushing into the bathroom after Thorin to see the dwarf lower himself into the tub, his muscles moving under his skin. Suddenly it was too hot; Bilbo all but ripped his clothes off his body and dove in after Thorin, sitting in between the dwarf's legs.

Thorin wrapped his arms around Bilbo's waist and brought Bilbo flush against him. He lathered his hands with the bar of soap and set it on the lip of the tub. The dwarf began massaging Bilbo's shoulders, working out all the kinks in his tiny body. He gave a small moan when Thorin hit a particularly tender spot, letting his eyes fall closed and his head drop forward. Thorin's hands moved lower massaging down his back, then moved to the front, sliding up a slightly rounder stomach than he remembered and rubbed the hobbit's chest, purposefully missing his nipples with each pass over it.

Bilbo whimpered, begging for Thorin to touch him. His member had grown hard and he could feel Thorin's hardness rubbing against his back. Bilbo pushed backward causing a groan of pleasure to come from the dwarf, which finally made one of the large hands twist and pinch his sensitive nub. The other reached down and began to pump slowly, teasingly at his erection.

"I love you." Thorin whispered in his ear and twist his hand. Bilbo cried out and came into the water. The dwarf nuzzled into his neck, giving it a final kiss and got out of cooling water in the tub. Bilbo groaned at the loss of warmth, but it returned quickly also dragging him from the water and drying him off with a large fluffy towel. Bilbo looked at Thorin noticing that he never came and moved his hand across the hairy chest, but the dwarf stopped him.

"But you didn't – "

"Being with you right now, it is enough." Thorin smiled and Bilbo's heart raced.

They moved back into the bedroom and Bilbo reluctantly put on night clothes and crawled into bed. Thorin did the same and enclosed Bilbo in strong arms, as he had done so many years ago.

The Shireling sighed in contentment, "Don't let go…"

And that's all for now folks! Thanks for reading and PLEASE REVIEW! Until next time,

Mystic