Chapter 11

Near the Journey's End

The dwarves regroup in Thorin's company, including other several dwarves that, led by his cousin: Dain II. They clear off the rest of the Orcs that roamed where they went into the comfort of their Dwarven kingdom, Erebor.

It's been several days since they locked themselves in Erebor, unwilling to open up to any strangers or familiar faces that they know. While the King of Erebor, Thorin Oakenshield has plead into his gold sickness and kept Bilbo inside at all times.

"Thorin, you can't keep me in here!" Bilbo cried as he tried leaving the masters' room. Thorin refused as he often tells Bilbo it dangerous for him to be outside including the fact, that Azog was confirmed that he was still alive, fearing that the pale orc would take his hobbit once again. Thorin was in complete denied. "But I'm okay now!" Bilbo tried to reason as his obsession of him was overwhelming.

"You don't understand, Mr. Baggins. We have all the gold in the world! We don't need to leave the outside world!"

Bilbo shakes his head. "No, it isn't right, what you are doing now; is imprisonment! And let's not forget!" As Bilbo stood in front of him. "Your obsession with the mountain gold, you don't need it." As he couldn't agree anymore with the dragon of what he had foreseen and been told of.

"Silence!" Thorin cried as he pushed Bilbo into the bed that was nearby. "You'll do what I'll say! You are my mine and mine alone. You hear that?!" He raised his voice as Bilbo scowled.

Bilbo wasn't afraid of him and continued to fight back. "How can I accept this; Thorin? How can I commit to you like this..?"

"It is your problem, not mine." Thorin hissed as he couldn't shake away the anger when Azog had raped Bilbo in front of him. Ever since then whenever Bilbo would be talking to another dwarf besides Thorin. The King would start up a jealousy issue and start fights that Bilbo could not believe. Not even to Balin, Bilbo could talk too unless Thorin wasn't around.

"If that's the case, I'm going back to the Shrine!" Bilbo yelled back as he bounced back on his feet and walked towards the doors, but Thorin grabbed him from behind, holding his wrist tightly just like the elf king back in Mirkwood. "Let go!" The hobbit cried. Bilbo was scared that Thorin would purposely harm him, but instead he was thrown back into the bed and the dwarf king climbed over him.

Bilbo gasped as Thorin cupped his crotch. "What are you doing?!" As he was in fear.

"It's ok.." Thorin teased as he fluttered some kisses on the tips of Bilbo's ears.

"Thorin... please... don't..." Bilbo gasped as Thorin managed to remove his first layer of his robe garment and this drawn Bilbo some nightmares as Thorin went down on him. Sucking the small opening that was strained from the events before.

Not only that, it stings, Bilbo was remembering the bad memories. "Stop!" Bilbo gasped as could not feel pleasured. He even slapped Thorin across the face, but that doesn't stop the dwarf king as he focused on the rest of Bilbo's garment off.

The memories of the good times were scarce as Bilbo did not want to let them go.

The times, when the dwarves entered his house, raid his pantry and how Thorin greeted him. Who actually turned out to be the most bashful creature being, Bilbo could not forget how Thorin carefully considered his feelings seriously and now..

Bilbo dazed up to the dwarf who he became. Over his head, Thorin became just like Azog in a way that Bilbo did not want to admit.

"Do you love me?" Thorin asked Bilbo as he pulled up the hobbit's chin. Bilbo had to decline him, but he was speechless as Thorin continued to hold him. While his shirt was pulled up to his neck, Bilbo moaned to Thorin's touch and the kisses as he planted one on each side of the hobbit's neck.

Bilbo groaned softly as he tried to think.. 'How can I...?' He gasped loudly as Thorin's grabbed his member. "Stop it; Thorin!"

"You're mine and no one else, Bilbo." Thorin recalled as he squeezed his mate's member.

The tension was high as Bilbo to fall flat on his back with his hip risen by Thorin. The King gently probed Bilbo carefully thus the hobbit was gasping in surprise. Feeling nauseous; Bilbo's muscles tighten as Thorin finally settled with his tip at his entrance.

"Thorin... if you do this, I'll never forgive you." Bilbo said honestly as he was aware; his wounds would only stretch.

Thorin deep down felt hurt, but couldn't help feeling obsessive of his prize so he entered Bilbo quite rashly. The poor hobbit screamed as he had a the terrifying look to the dwarf who watched as Bilbo could not stop crying in pain.

"Mine." Was what Bilbo lastly heard as he panicked.

The next dawn came around, but Bilbo could not tell as he was trapped inside in a closed room with his back facing Thorin's way while they lay in the bed together. Bilbo could not help but shed a tear until he sat up where Thorin had noticed.

"Bilbo, why are you crying? Aren't you happy?" Thorin asked as he flicks coins in his hands. Angry for himself, Bilbo slapped his hand, which spilled the King's gold. "How dare you!" Thorin roared as he got up, but Bilbo was already ahead of him as the hobbit got off the bed and went out the door.

Thorin had to chase him through the hallways as several dwarves were watching. He was mad and without question and purposely abused their relationship as Thorin managed to grab hold of Bilbo's wrist. "Stop right there!" With a small group, Thorin didn't mean to let go of his hand as Bilbo fell to the floor with the small blanket he took from the room and wrapped himself in. Thorin was surprised as Bilbo did bother to say anything as their other companions came to view.

"Bilbo!" Fili cried as he ran towards them.

"Bilbo, take my hand.. I'm sorry." Thorin told the hobbit who refused to look at him.

"Get away from him!" said Fili furiously as he purposely pushed Thorin away from fallen hobbit. "How could you do this to him? Uncle? What have you become!?" Fili shouted as he was starting to lecture him.

Thorin didn't know why and finding an answer seems to be hard to find. "But I.."

"It's ok.. Fili." Bilbo inputted as the two royal dwarves looked at him.

"Bilbo, it's not right! You can't let Thorin push you around like that!" He said loudly and right in front of his ill-sicken uncle.

Bilbo, only chuckled to conceal his likely sadness that imprinted clearly on his face. "He's just changed." He said as he got up, but Fili continued to preach as Balin taken Bilbo's hand and took him away to the other end of the hallway away from Thorin who stare blankly at them.

"Bilbo..." He called out as he tried to step forward, but Fili blocked his way.

"Back off, he doesn't want you." Was what the harsh words that his nephew said to him.

Thorin then started to panic. "No, Bilbo! Bilbo! Come back! Come back!" Thorin tried to push through, but Fili managed to hold him back as Bilbo did not bother to look back at all as Dwalin joined his brother to protect the hobbit who was scarred on this journey.

It was later revealed to Bilbo that was Kili was killed during that battle and this harshly pained his heart as Balin held him close as Bilbo was crying over his shoulder while the body in front of them was numbed. Along with the next King of Erebor, Fili was no longer the same, happy dwarf he was before as his own twin brother had taken his toll already.

"It's over." Fili explained as both Bilbo and he sat on a bed.

"How did it happen? He was just around after the battle." Bilbo explained as Fili was shaken.

"There was a small raid that showed up afterwards when we went scouting for survivors. We didn't expect it, it just happened." Fili said to Bilbo as both of them were at the beginning of their sorrow.

"Does your uncle know?"

"I told him and all he did was stare at the gold... like a soulless creature that does not deserve to live." As Bilbo was quickly reminded of Gollum. The sickening creature who cherished one thing which Bilbo had it in his jacket pocket all this time.

"Gold sickness is there even a cure?"

"I don't know.." Fili confirmed his question as he lay on his bed and shredded tears for the lost of his brother.

Bilbo looked; wanting to comfort Fili but he chose not to and let him weep on his own instead. "I'm going back home." He suddenly said with spite as Fili got up and agreed.

"I think it is the best.." Fili said as did not want Bilbo go any further with his uncle who was consumed with the gold's curse.

Later, after Fili and Balin were the only ones that was aware that Bilbo will be leaving. They packaged his supplies on a pony where Bilbo climbed aboard along with new clothes and a red cloak with a hood to conceal his head.

"Go home and be safe." Balin told Bilbo as the hobbit nodded, then looked at Fili who was already annoyed with the last goodbyes.

"Get out of here!" He yelled as Bilbo let the pony headed out. Trotting across the battlefield, Fili and Balin returned inside in all hopes that Bilbo will have a safe journey.

Except they were all wrong, it didn't take long for Bilbo to break as he rode, he didn't know what he was doing. He only said it to feel the security of the comfort of his hometown. The Shrine. That little hole in the ground where he was kept warm and safe. Bilbo hated it, why did that nasty wizard reunite him to this journey to Erebor? To encountering trolls, Orcs, elves and a dragon. It bothered him as if the ghost of Smaug was once again preached on his shoulder. Whispering whatever that came to mind was a good idea. "Stop!" Bilbo screamed at the pony who obeyed. They didn't even go far towards Laketown but in the mist of the forest. Bilbo used this time to re-cooperate himself.

He then heard a snarl as Bilbo looked up, two, no five Orcs with two dirtied Wargs came to approach him. Chipping at each other as if they were speaking; they abandoned their Wargs and successfully with many hands they pulled Bilbo off the pony. Tugging on his cloak, his shirt, his hair. Bilbo did not care as one of them pushed him onto the ground and climb over him.

"Kill me already," He told the Orc who did not understand, but something clicked as he realized his was pony was panicking. Without a thought, he had his sword with him. Sting did its work as Bilbo killed the Orc in front of him.

The second Orc came around as Bilbo got up and without feeling, he slaughtered the second Orc with three Orcs still remaining and two Wargs that growled at him, he pulled up Sting as the Warg knocked him down easily with its size.

Finally reaching that point where he no longer cared what happens to him, he shut his eyes and was hoping to not rely on the ring; something that was willing to make him disappear forever.

He heard the sound of blood gushing and a sword swung across as one of the Warg' head dangled. Bilbo looked and saw Thorin coming forth killing the rest of his attackers without regret, Thorin killed them and went down to Bilbo's level.

"Bilbo... I'm so sorry.." He told Bilbo ever so sadly.

Bilbo scoffed as he stood up as Thorin followed and without saying a thing, Bilbo suddenly pounded Thorin in his chest. "You're stupid! You're stupid! You're stupid!" Bilbo screeched as Thorin accepted his outburst. "You should have let me die!" He cried to him as Bilbo finally grasped the front of the dwarf's clothes. "Why did you come?"

"Because I love you and I'm so sorry, Bilbo... that gold... poisoned my mind..." Thorin said as he came to his knees, feeling weak and disappointed. "I don't want to force you anymore, I just want you to accept me is all." As Thorin was hurting himself hard as he clasped his hands onto his forehead.

"You're stupid!" Bilbo screamed back and quickly hugged the sad dwarf who was surprised. "I hate you so much!" Bilbo cried as Thorin finally realized just like him, Bilbo was equally as stubborn like him alike and this made things easier to see as Thorin wrapped his arms to the hobbit who cried over his shoulder.

"I'm so sorry, Bilbo, but I'm going to treasure you for now on." Thorin explained as Bilbo was chuckling.

"Just stop... I don't need that." He said to him as he pulled away, they stared at each other as Bilbo lean in for a kiss. "Let's start over." He told him while Thorin accepted his slow pace as the two laid around the grass and continued to make their reunion blissful. They then just stared at each other after awhile each smile appeared with one of their hands joined as Bilbo went to part Thorin's long hair away from his face. "I'm glad you're back."

"Same here.." As Thorin gently touched Bilbo's cheek. "I'm going to do it right." Thorin told him as they both took their time to rely on their true feelings for each other.

What seem to bother them tho is when they returned to Erebor; the other dwarves drew their hatred upon the sicken King, but Bilbo stood up for him, claiming that the king has changed and the illness was no longer daunting their troops who were ready for a second wave of Orcs which they predicted.

Joined together once again, Thorin kneed before the armored hobbit who was ready to battle beside him. "I plea my loyalties to you, Bilbo Baggins." Thorin told him which seem to be some sort of confession as he gently kissed his hands as Thorin stood up before him.

"I, too, plea my loyalties to you, Thorin Oakenshield." As Bilbo placed his head into his hands; Thorin waited as Bilbo's blue eyes cast his grace where the two kissed, they soon faced their army who was set ready as they stood among the rushed made wall.

Fili and Balin watched as the two were finally together and under Thorin's command who had plead guilty to win the respect of his people. Everyone shouted at their reunion and finally ready to face the danger outside.