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Chapter 3
When Thorin came back to his mind, his first concern was the Hobbit. How did this little burglar got so well in fighting? He was simply dumbfounded at his skill. For a beginner he was quite amazing. He had to admit that much. Still he was mad. Even with his skill, Azog wasn't someone to mess with and damn, Bilbo had messed with him. Thorin had to admit that he was quite amazed at the burglars moving.

Sliding right under Azog and hitting him in the jewels, even Thorin himself would have never done it!
When Kili and Fili helped him up, a happy smile on their faces, the first thing Thorin saw was the Hobbit, how he was standing there near the edge and just looked so utterly lost and concerned. Not like the courageous fighter who stood up against Azog to save him.

When Thorin finally hugged the Hobbit in utter gratefulness, it felt so right. He didn't want to let go so fast, for Kili and Fili were right and the Hobbit really was very soft, but he wanted to make sure that Bilbo wasn't injured. Bilbo was unharmed, but that was just luck. He embraced him again and sighed softly. He couldn't let go now.

He could hear Fili and Kili snicker and let go of Bilbo. But he didn't stop smiling though.
"How come that you are so skilled with your sword?" Thorin asked. Bilbo just grinned and shrugged.
"Secret!" He said and turned around. Thorin watched the horizon too. The lonely Mountain was a small silhouette against the sky.

"I suggest we stay here and take a rest. Fili, Kili, fetch some fire wood, Bombur make some lunch with whatever edible you can find. Ori, Nori, maybe you'll find some meat for our meal!" Thorin said and instructed everyone except Bilbo.

"What shall I do?" Bilbo asked softly, still smiling. Thorin blushed and muttered: "Maybe you can put some ointment on my wounds and wrap them up. Bofur has some stuff for it."

Bilbo understood and didn't say anything further. He realized that it was hard for Thorin to ask for help, but it also showed him, that he trusted him. Bilbo was glad. He couldn't stop smiling, and he was still smiling when he returned to Thorin, with some wrappings and ointment.

"And you are sure that you aren't hurt?" Thorin asked and let his gaze wander over Bilbo's body. Bilbo felt some heat in his cheeks when he shook his head.

"Do you need help with getting your clothes off?" Bilbo asked and the second the words were out of his mouth he felt the heat grow. Clearly ambiguous. The tip of his ears were red and hot but his gaze was steady. He could see a little blush on Thorin's cheeks, but as soon as it came it was gone and Thorin said: "I could need a bit of assistance."

When Bilbo helped Thorin out of his clothes, he had to fight the urge to roam his hands over the king's body.

Damn, why is he such a majestic creature? Bilbo asked himself as he undressed Thorin a bit faster. He had to hurry. His control was already cracked it wouldn't take much more to break.

When he looked at Thorin's wounds, he sucked in a sharp breath. He pulled out a clean handkerchief and drenched it in water.

"It will burn a bit, but if you stay still it will soon fade." Bilbo instructed and rolled up his sleeves. Thorin nodded and gritted his teeth when the handkerchief came in contact with his wounds.

When Bilbo had cleaned the area he sighed a sigh of relief.

"It isn't as bad as it looked. I'll put the ointment on and wrap it up, and in a few days you should be as good as new." He said and smeared it on Thorin's wounds.

"You know an awful lot about that kind of things." Thorin said and watched Bilbo. The Halfling was highly concentrated but still he answered: "Well, my Mother taught me a few things about it. And since I came home with an awful lot of bruising and small wounds she would teach me how to take care of myself."

Thorin just hummed. He could imagine young Bilbo running through the forest, and coming home, covered in dirt and dust, with a bruised knee and a small wound where maybe an wild animal had bit him.

"What are you grinning at?" Bilbo asked chuckling.

"Oh, I just imagined young Bilbo, running through a forest, getting caught in any kind of trouble, then returning home, covered in dirt, dust and bruising."

Bilbo laughed at that and said: "Well, that pretty much sums my childhood up. Often I would leave the house at the first rays of sunlight and would return way past bedtime. My father didn't approve, Baggins with every fiber, but my mother would just smile and sent me to get washed and into bed."
"Seems that little Bilbo is back again."

"Yeah I think so. I'm glad I decided to go after you and your company. Oh, by the way, I always wanted to ask you something. I know that the others were betting if I would come along and…" at that Bilbo trailed of and a blush was creeping across his face.

"I said that you would follow." Thorin stated and looked Bilbo in the eyes. Their gaze locked. He noticed how close they were, he simply had to lean over and press his lips-

Before he could end that thought they heard the other dwarfs approaching. The magic broke and Bilbo finished wrapping him up. When Thorin had put his clothes on, the rest of the company arrived. But Gandalf already sat on one of the rocks, watching him and Bilbo.

Suddenly, Thorin realized one thing: He never saw Gandalf leave. Thorin approached Gandalf and asked: "How long were you sitting there?"

"Oh, long enough, I can assure you. You two are quite the nice pair really. What a shame that the other dwarves ruined the moment." And with that Gandalf left for whatever business he had.

"DAMN YOU GANDALF!" Thorin yelled. Suddenly everything went silent. He glared at the dwarves and soon they were busy again. Except for Kili and Fili. They had Bilbo in their middle and were hugging him half to death while saying things like "How could you do such a harsh thing?" "You could have died!"

"Where did you learn to fight?!" and "I thought you were dying! You can't hit Azog on his crown jewels! You simply can't!"

"Let go of Bilbo!" Thorin growled and towered above them. Bilbo just smirked grateful and slipped away to help Bombur with the preparations for their meal.

"Don't you two dare to touch my Hobbit again!" Thorin growled and glared at him. He noticed his slip when Fili and Kili erupted into laughter and said: "Finally you can admit it! It took you forever! Ha, Bofur owes us some gold now!"

"What?!"

"Uncle, it was quite obvious that you like Bilbo!"

"I don't like him! Wait, I do, but not like that!" Thorin growled and blushed. Kili giggled and said: "Really? And was what that, just before? 'Don't you dare touch my Hobbit again!' right Fili?"

"But Uncle, you're hurt!"

"One!"

"You can't be serious!"

"TWO!"

And Kili and Fili fled to hide behind Bilbo. Bilbo just looked at them in confusion, but when he saw their expressions he just hold back his laughter and patted their heads. Thorin snorted at that and took a seat at the camp fire.

Did he really just said my Hobbit? But he supposed in some kind it was right. Kili and Fili were right. He really liked Bilbo a lot…