You Stubborn Dwarf!
Part Two~
Later that night after walking down the precarious and rocky path that lead down the large rock plateau everyone had settled nicely near a bubbling stream. Bombour was cooking a stew with various edible greenery Bilbo had found, along with three large rabbits that Kili and Fili were able to hunt down. Thorin was sitting against a large tree trunk with his eyes closed. No one had asked about his wounds yet. Mainly due to the fact that everyone in the company knew how stubborn Thorin was about accepting help. Bilbo had huffed and mumurred to himself about the stubbornness of dwarves and how they would never be deterred just like the mountains they lived in!
Finally he had come to the decision that if no one else from the company would bother Thorin about his wounds then he would! After everyone had eaten and the bowls were washed and put away since only one pack had survived the whole goblin ordeal. Which surprisingly enough it was the cooking pack that Bombour was in charge of.
Bilbo had found some healing herbs and an old shirt which he boiled in the pot of water and stripped it into strips for wrapping. Everyone knew what the little hobbit was up to but no one said a word. Thorin was back at the base of the large tree that was bordering the forest and where their encampment was.
Fili and Kili watched the hobbit walk over towards their uncle with interest, smiles tugging at both their mouths as they tried to shuffle closer to hear what the Hobbit would say and do.
Thorin could hear someone approaching him, as he opened one eye lazily he saw that it was only Bilbo who was carrying herbs and some sort of cloth strips. A scowl appeared on Thorins face but before he could say anything Bilbo placed the things on the ground and then put his hands on his hips and said very sternly,
"Strip."
Thorin almost choked on his own spit, had he heard the Halfling correctly?! Did he seriously just say strip? To him?! Thorin Oakenshield?!
"What?" growled Thorin as he tried to stand up but winced and a smile grew on Bilbo's lips. Lips that Thorin longed to kiss…and to touch.. Though this wasn't the time and he had no idea how Bilbo even felt about him!
"You heard me. Strip. Someone has to look at your wounds and don't you dare say that they are nothing of importance when I've seen you hobbling and wincing in pain!" Bilbo's voice was laced with the sterness of a mother.
"I didn't hobb-"
"Alright alright so you didn't hobble, just stop wasting your breath and strip! They need to be looked at weather you like it or not! Or so help me I'll have your newphews hold you down."
"Hey now! Don't drag us into this!" whined Kili as he hid behind his brother, who was only trying his hardest to hold in his laughter.
Thorin on the other hand was completely and utterly flustered, this was no longer the tame and homesick hobbit he knew in the beginning of their journey. He had to admit that the Halfling deserved some respect. Thorin nodded and began to remove his shirt.
"Fine.." he grumbled as he revealed a large bite wound that was seeping with blood, though thankfully it didn't seem to need any stitches.
"Oh what a fine mess you've gotten yourself into Thorin Oakenshield…" murmured Bilbo as he took a wet strip and began cleaning the wound.
Thorin hissed and grunted at the pain but overall was a good sport about the whole thing. Bilbo only had to tell him to sit still twice, which surprised Bilbo as well. He thought that the dwarf would've been more stubborn but apparently was too flustered to be so.
The rest of the dwarves sat around the fire and were making merry and laughing and talking about old stories. Fili and Kili however were glancing over towards where their uncle and Bilbo sat. Bilbo had just gotten done wrapping the large bite wound that Thorin had sustained from the warg earlier. Thorin nodded his thanks and Bilbo had murmured something along the lines of "Don't mention it, and you are a very stubborn dwarf."
Everyone had turned in for the night, as did Bilbo. Thorin however was on watch and was brooding over his feelings that seemed to have swelled up in his chest for Bilbo.
He struggled with them, having never felt this way before towards another person, he didn't mind that it was for another man since in his culture it was accepted since there were hardly any dwarven women around. They were a scarce thing.
Though for now he pushed those thoughts out of his head, he had to concentrate and be alert if anything decided to attack them during the night.