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Chapter 6: Wishful Dreaming

Bilbo woke to hear crackling and the scraping of a spatula on a pan. He slowly opened his eyes realizing that it was Balin making breakfast. He couldn't believe it; how had that dream had been fake. He felt Thorin's hands, been in his arms! Bilbo sighed sadly, I hope Thorin does receive me that way…

Balin looked up when he heard a sigh from the bedroll beside the fire. "Ah, master Baggins, it is nice to see that you have finally awoken. You seemed like you were having a tough night so I let you sleep for a while longer than I should have. Was just about to wake you."

Bilbo blushed at the memories from his dream; he can't believe Balin heard him, how embarrassing!

"I hope I wasn't too much of a disturbance…" Bilbo trailed off and cleared his throat.

"Not at all," Balin smiled at the obviously disgruntled hobbit. "You should eat quickly we only have a about a day's travel until we reach Lake town. We should be able to see Bard and his family while we are there also."

"It will be good to see them again after so long."

Bilbo finished eating and packed up his bedroll along with whatever belongings he took out the night before. Once he was finished he nodded to Balin and they were off on the road again. Balin had told him that after the Battle of Five Armies their relationship with the Woodland elves was better than ever. The trade had started flowing again and even if Thorin hadn't wanted to continue his kingly duties Balin had convinced him to, so long as he at least went to see if Bilbo would come back to Erebor. It was odd to think that Thorin would stop being king because of him. He fought a dragon to get his home back and be king of it for heaven's sake. Though, Bilbo could see how it would be hard for him to do anything if he felt even half of what Bilbo felt during their years apart.

They were currently traveling through the Greenwood, renamed after the presence that was tainting the forest was defeated. The hobbit was very relieved that he didn't have to go through the same experience that he had before. The air was clear, the trees, brush and grass were all a lush green, hence the name.

"Balin, have you ever had a, um… what is the proper term again?"

"We call them our Ones most beloved."

"Thank you," he started his question again, "have you ever had a One? I mean you don't have to tell me if you so choose. I wouldn't want you to feel put out because of me."

Balin sat quietly for a long while, then spoke suddenly, "Yes I did once."

Bilbo waited silently for him to continue.

"She… she was beautiful. In a dwarven way, of course. Stout and strong willed, with light brown hair pulled back into braided buns. She was a warrior like no other. She even rivaled Dwalin at times. Her eye burned with a passion for whatever she did, especially when we fought against people or anything that tried to get into Erebor unwarranted."

The hobbit marveled at the portrait that was painted before him, Balin was truly a great story teller.

"There was a time when we wanted children. I wanted to have a child to carry on my name, whether it be a boy or a girl, they would have been my life, just as my Kylia. But one day, when we were fighting back a group of orcs that had gotten past the front lines, we fought and won, but one got away. She yelled to the group saying she was going after it. I waited for only thirty minutes before I want after her, I couldn't find her, that was when I heard a bone chilling scream come from my left and I bolted in that direction. The entire time hoping I wasn't too late.

"When I found her she was covered in blood, the orc dead beside her, but she was not unharmed. There was wound in her stomach deep enough to make her bleed profusely, if I hadn't found her she would have surely died. We found out months later, when we were trying for a child, that she couldn't carry due to the wound that was inflicted that day."

"I'm so sorry, Balin. I never knew."

"It's okay, laddie it's not your fault. We knew what we were getting into. The risks that came along with being in the army. I just wish that I would have gotten more time with her. It wasn't long after we found out that we couldn't have children that Smaug attacked the mountain. I was with Thorin, as you know, but Kylia was with the army in the entrance hall. The doors… when Smaug came crashing in none of them survived. That is why I wanted to stop Thorin the day he tried to throw you off the mountain. Not only would we lose you Bilbo, but I knew the pain it would case Thorin the end, if he did not die from madness first."

"I understand, I just wish that Thorin didn't almost have to die to come to his senses. I wish I could have been enough."

"Me too, laddie, me too."

The rest of the journey through the greenwood was comfortably quiet and contemplative for Bilbo. He wanted to ask more questions, but he couldn't bring himself to put Balin through the pain of recalling his lost love. Bilbo knew all too well how it felt and he would never wish it upon his worst enemies. They reached the dock to cross the lake by supper and got situated in an in by nightfall.

Bilbo couldn't make himself fall asleep. No matter how many times he tried to get comfortable, turning on his overly large bed and finally decided he should go for a walk to calm his nerves.

He stepped onto the wooden planks outside the Inn, wondering if their creaking meant something bad. Assuming it was the way it had always been he started walking down the endless docks, lost in thought.

What is he going to do when I get there? I wonder if he will treat me the same as he did in my dream. Bilbo felt his body heat up and felt his cock stirring. Would he remember the way liked my ears nipped, or how sensitive the small of my back was. He shivered when he remembered the touches ghosting over his body for the first time. Thorin had been very gentle, preparing his properly and easing into him so that it caused almost no pain.

He reached a secluded area and pressed his back into the wall. His hand slipped down his body and grasped his erection. He moaned quietly, imagining it was Thorin. His large hand tweaking his nipple, while slowly pumping his hand. Bilbo whimpered, bucking into his hand. He sped up his movements slightly and added a twist when he pulled up. The hobbit's cheeks were flushed and his breathing shallow. He could almost hear Thorin panting along with his, telling him it was time to let go. Bilbo gave in final tug and came with a muffled cry of Thorin's name.

Bilbo's eyes drooped wearily, he washed his hand off in the water that surrounded him. Embarrassment at what had just happened crept through him. What if someone had seen? It would have been too mortifying for the hobbit; he would have had to drown himself in the lake. Luckily no one had seen, therefore, Bilbo could creep back into the room he shared with Balin without dying of humiliation. Once in his bed he felt his eyelids fall shut. Tonight he dreamed.

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