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As always, all mistakes are mine because I'm not english (pity).
"Everything in order. Welcome, Bilbo Baggins, to the Company of Thorin Oakenshield!"
Everyone started clapping and shouting happy less Thorin and Gandalf who were staring at me, worried.
"Are you sure about this, my dear Bilbo? There would be many months away from home." Gandalf said and the rest of the company shut.
"The wild is no place for someone so small and fragile as a halfling." Dwalin said and everyone nodded agreeing with him.
Comments like "It's small and looks so soft." "What would someone so small do against a dragon?" got me angry and indignant I got up from the chair.
"I am not a simple hobbit!" All and all the whispers ended and they turned to look at me. "Yes, I am small and... softer than other races, I get it, but I can fight! I killed orcs and goblins, and none of them thought I was a great threat, but none lived to tell." I was so angry that even Gandalf had thrown slightly back. What they thought about me? I had to learn to fight and kill by force, and none of their comments would make me seem weak, I could have fought with Dwalin if that's what they wanted!
Bofur took Thorin's arm to get his attention and spoke looking at me. "I like him, can we keep him?"
I looked at him angry. If looks could kill that would have, no doubt, but before he could answer, Thorin laughed, he laughed! Aulë knows that I had missed his laugh and I could not help it, but my anger went away. Thorin smiled and nodded. "Looks like we found our little warrior and burglar."
I finally nodded and smiled at him. "Thank you." I said, and the rest returned to speak loudly laughing.
Thorin took my arm and whispered. "Can we talk alone for a moment?" And I, like a lovesick fool, I could not do anything but nod slightly. Gandalf looked at me when Thorin stood up with an eyebrow raised, but I bit my lip and follow Thorin. We stopped at the entrance to the pantry and Thorin stared at me. "Never seen a hobbit with such bravery or foolishness like you, Master Baggins." He said this with a smile on his face and I could not help but smile at him like a fool.
"Then you've never met a Took, Mister Oakenshield. The Tooks are a mixture of Fili and Kili but in one hobbit, so you have to imagine the family dinners." I leaned against the wall and I kept staring as he shook his head, still smiling.
"Mister Baggins ... as much.. fierce that are your words, and much strength you have in..." He looked down and cleared his throat. "... that small body, this journey will end in my kingdom and we will face a dragon that will hopefully be asleep or dead, but is not certain."
I nodded, I knew the dragon, like Azog, was still alive, but I had faced the great spitfire once and I could not tell Thorin... and less to say I left Erebor with only a couple of burns, scrapes and a broken heart. "Your Majesty," I said sarcastically. "With all due respect, I think I can handle it. Not that it is foolish or brave, but you need the help of a hobbit to retrieve your home, and who better than Mad Baggins to do it." I made a sarcastic bow and looked into his eyes.
Thorin, not believing what he was seeing, raised the eyebrow that always rises when he is not expecting a reply. "Okay, halfling, but on the road you will have no comfort, it would rain, be cold, there would be blizzards..."
Thorin did not finish because I raised my hand and grabbed his arm looking into his eyes. "Thorin, I can take care of myself, I will take care of myself. Like I said you it is not you who has to ensure my safety nor are you in charge of my destiny, and I really do not need someone to be helped by, I own myself."
Thorin looked at my hand on his arm but he did not pushed it away. Then he looked back at me. "Perhaps I misspoke, Master Baggins." He cleared his throat. "I will protect all members of my company, even you, but I can not do it all the time."
"I know how to fight, I do not need a babysitter dwarf king."
Thorin laughed. How much I loved his smile ... "All right, Master Baggins, I think we'll get along." He slipped from my grasp and went back to where were the others while I was still smiling. At that moment all I could think of was that we could be friends from the very beginning.
"Thorin!" I screamed and that made him turn around. "I hate being called halfling, call me Bilbo."
Thorin nodded, a small smile appearing in his corners. "Alright, Master Bilbo."
He went to talk to Balin and I went to my room. My heart beating too fast. Thorin had treated me well! I sat against the door and I started thinking, looking at my hand, about that I had dared to touch Thorin. Maybe now after seeing that I was able for more than just making rugs and I did not complain, not treated them as strangers as they were, I had not fear of Smaug (and of course I do not faint when I read the contract), and I knew how bad Thorin could get because of the Goldsickness, and everything good in him; I had been brave and that was what Thorin was looking for a burglar, and that must be why he did not treat me bad... Since Thorin seemed to want me as the rest of the group, I had only one fear, and it was losing them because of the disease...
Far over the misty mountains cold
I smiled when I heard Thorin singing. I got up and I managed my clothes before leaving the room to listen to the song. My eyes were focused on Thorin and his in mine while he sang. The first time, I fell in love when I heard him sing that song and it made my feelings return to emerge to the feeling again as the first time. I was still in love with him after all these years.
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
We must away, ere break of day
To find our long forgotten gold.
The pines were roaring on the height,
The winds were moaning in the night,
The fire was red, its flaming spread
The trees like torches blazed with light.
When they finished singing I smiled sadly at Thorin and I promised myself that this time they would get Erebor, and that he would rule her. A whispering voice inside me said to me, maybe you could rule with him.
I pointed them where to sleep as I had prepared the guest rooms for them. They smiled grateful, but I realized that there were not enough beds missing at least half of beds. They decided all to sleep in couples in small beds where there used to sleep my cousins. Dori and Ori, Gloin and Oin, Bombur and Bifur, even that Bifur ended up sleeping on the floor because he fell as there was barely space next to his cousin, Bofur and Nori, Dwalin and Balin, and finally Kili and Fili, and Gandalf on his one. When everyone was in their room I went to mine, but I could not help but laugh when I saw the poor Thorin, so majestic, trying to settle into my little hobbit-sized chair. I grabbed his arm and smiled. "I think that a hobbit chair is not the best place where a king can rest."
Thorin looked at me and sat properly. "I've slept in worse places, besides, I'm not a king yet."
"But you will be." I said smiling at him. We were in an awkward silence for a few moments. "Thorin, I ... Everyone is sharing bed, even Bombur ... w-we can share my bed even if it is small."
"It's your bed." He said seriously.
"And my house." I added, nodding. "I'm not asking you to bed me or ..." Then I stopped and got red when I realized of my words. I swear he also blushed. "I-I... mean..."
Thorin smiled a little uncomfortable but nodded. "Thank you, Mister Bilbo." He stood staring at me. I was still looking flushed, and now that he was up he seemed so... big... When I finally reacted we went to my room.
"I-I'm going to put on m-my pajamas now, if, uh ... I'll be right back..." I took my pajamas from the closet and left him there. I went to the bathroom that smelled like dwarf, and I washed my face. "Focus, Bilbo. You're not a teenager!" I said to myself in the mirror. I had always wanted Thorin beside me in bed but... not when I loved him because I do loved him, and he barely knew me. I left the bathroom and Thorin had removed everything but pants and a thin blue robe that I had seen when they were imprisoned in Mirkwood. I was wearing a long white gown and underwear. Thorin was sitting on one side of the bed and I smiled a little embarrassed. "Are you staying with that side of the bed?" Thorin was looking at me up and down, looking at my feet, my bare legs, and followed up... I bit my lip and blushed a lot. When Thorin finished inspect me, he cleared his throat and looked away.
"It's his bed mist..." He coughed. "Bilbo."
"I-I usually sleep on the left side, but perhaps the bed is a bit small.."
Thorin lay down and I cursed under my breath how silly sounded my hesitation. "We'll have to squeeze." At the time I thought I could not get redder. I lie giving back, but he was so pressed against my back I could not think of anything but his crotch against my back, so I turned around, but if it had not been for his strong arms, I would have fallen out of bed. "Are you okay?" I stared at him, squeezed against his chest.
I replied sheepishly. "Y-Yes ... T-Thanks." I bit my lip to stop hesitating, then he looked at my lip and he licked his lips, but he let me immediately and lay watching me. "Maybe the bed is too small.."
"I-I ..." I tried to talk but he kept looking at me and I could not.
"Tomorrow we will get up early, Bilbo, no matter how you put it, and it will take tim for us to return to a bed so enjoy it." He closed his eyes and I settled facing him. He was perfect. I loved him and I had never been so close to him. Definitely I was 130 years old and I looked like a teenager. "If you keep looking at me I will not be able to sleep." Thorin said without opening his eyes and I turned to blush.
"I-I'm sorry ..." Thorin smiled and opened his eyes.
"Rest, Bilbo, tomorrow will be a tough day." And I nodded closing my eyes. During the night I felt like big arms were around me. I have never before had felt so secure.