A/N: sorry for mistakes, no beta with me on this one. If anyone is crazy enough to follow me through and correct me please feel free to contact me.

No spoilers

Between first and second movie is a gap which I'll use for my own purposes :)

Bilbo climbed up the tree somewhat annoyed by Thorin's presence. He got used to going to lookouts on his own. That became his only escape into solitude. He was surrounded by dwarves all the time. They sang and laughed before they were chased by Orcs. Now they just strode on in silence looking around. Now when they were quiet Bilbo found that he misses their bickering, noise and songs. But most of all he missed the distraction. And he was in desperate need for just that.

Distraction from his growing fascination by Thorin Oakenshield. It seemed that there is nothing else to do and nowhere else to look but at Thorin's back or face, or hair. He was always on the move from back to the front of their company, restless and careful showing without a word where to go and what to do.

Others were serious and cautious all paired up covering each other back. Gandalf mostly walked beside Bilbo all lost in thoughts but even his presence didn't comfort Bilbo on this rain that seemed to pour on them. Only comforting sight was Thorin confidently marching on. There was immense relief in mere fact that he walked alive and well, but inside that comfort there was disconcerting fact that there wasn't just relief involved in Bilbo's watching after Thorin. There was growing curiosity that grew in time. He was curious about small things, like how does his hair feel underneath fingers. What does his skin smell like? He couldn't make it out in all this commotion of smells that evaporated from everyone around him.

He wasn't used to being so closely emerged into presence of others. In the beginning only their number bothered Bilbo. Now when they all gathered closer around him he sometimes felt like drowning but thinking of pack of Orcs he was grateful for the protection.

During the day there was no time for thinking much, there was just constant movement and Bilbo couldn't remember the time he sat in his chair reading a book and thought walking every evening good exercise.

But when the night fell all he could think of was Thorin's face. It was tantalizing somehow but Bilbo wasn't willing to admit to himself what exactly that meant.

That's how going out to the lookout became an escape, staring at the distance, examining sounds. His senses would get so focused that he wouldn't think, he would be just ears and eyes.

Now when Thorin accompanied him he could barely focus. All he could hear was his movement, friction of his clothes, stomping of his feet, and his movement on the edge of his vision. It annoyed him beyond all reason.

He finally stopped and asked of Thorin to remove his boots hopping he'll be able to hear something besides noise Thorin was producing but that only made things worse. His feet were bare now and Bilbo was even more distracted by silly urge he had, to reach out and touch Thorin's foot with his own. He moved on angry but was stopped by the growling of Wargs and steep cliff. He instantly focused and gestured Thorin to lift him up to higher branches. Why these trees were so hard to climb? Just mere contact with Thorin made him uncomfortable, he was way too close to Bilbo's liking. Others were crowding him but he wasn't often so close to Thorin to touch him.

Bilbo climbed the tree and sight of Orcs finally sobered him up. They were too close for comfort, if he spoke they would surely hear him. Luckily there was a gorge between them. If they only stay quiet enough they'll continue down that road that leads down to hollows. Bilbo remembered the map well and knew that it'll buy them days of journey safely distanced from the Orcs.

That's why he hurried down in quietest possible manner but when he was down there was no way in signalling Thorin about his presence on the branch. Thorin was too preoccupied by looking at bushes around him so Bilbo decided to jump down hoping it won't cause too much noise, but Thorin caught him before he could roll over on the ground. And then terrible thing happen.

Thorin didn't put him down but started running with Bilbo in his arms.

It was bad enough to fall into his arms like an idiot, but to be carried through the woods like he's disabled was just embarrassing. What if someone sees them?

Bilbo tried to make Thorin drop him few times but Thorin was focused and unwilling to listen.

Horrible thing about being carried was that he had the urge to snuggle closer and burry his nose to Thorin's neck and then…

Bilbo started to wiggle to free himself this shameful position. If he doesn't get free soon who knows what his silly thoughts will make him do.

Finally Thorin dropped him, not at all gracefully, to the ground and pain from that fall Bilbo took as a relief. As he straightened his clothes Bilbo noted to himself that few of his curiosities were satisfied. He now knew what Thorin smell was, but it would be better if he didn't, because he liked it. And he was splashed with Thorin's hair enough to know that it's soft and silky. That didn't improve things either because now Bilbo wanted to dug his fingers inside it to feel the weight of it, that amount of hair must be hard to carry around.

Thorin paced on and Bilbo followed slower hoping his throbbing hearth will calm down. That was one more question. At what pace is Thorin's hearth running. Did it strain from carrying Bilbo around? When they stopped Bilbo felt the cold. Hobbits usually didn't feel the cold, but air around him was too different from the heated air Thorin was carrying with him. Bilbo wanted to step closer, to submerge himself into that warm air filled with scent of Thorin, with his presence… It was really time to find some engaging chore for himself.

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