Someone messaged me and asked if I could put down the meanings of the elven names I'm using. I guess I can, if that's what you guys want.

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Paring: Bilbo Baggins/Thranduil, the Elven King of Mirkwood

Bilbo Baggins/Legolas Greenleaf

Rating: MA, its starting to get closer and closer to Explicit for AO3

The Hobbit belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien.


An elegant smirk flitted across his face as the flaps of his tent were spread open and an irate wizard came strolling in. His long blonde hair covered some parts of Bilbo but for the most part it was easy to see that the Elven King was keeping hold of the hobbit. The hobbit in question was sleeping contentedly in Thranduil's arms and showed no signs of waking. However, the armed guards watching over the King were posted their to make sure none woke the hobbit from his nap.

Legolas was sitting at the small table set up in front of his father and was currently going over some maps with Tauriel, never once raising his head from his silent conversation with her. Thranduil himself was carefully moving his body to go over the reports given to him by the scouting squads he sent out after arriving in Dale, all the while trying to make sure Bilbo didn't wake.

"Thranduil! What is thi-" before he could continue with his rant five arrows had been drawn and were pointed at him in warning.

The King didn't look up from the reports but whispered, "I would rather you not raise your voice, Mithrandir." The grey man just looked at the hobbit he knew since he was just a faunt in something akin to regret. "Though you are welcome to come back later," Thranduil smirked a little as he looked down at Bilbo, "When all are ready to converse."

All five arrows lowered when Gandalf the Grey turned his back on them and exited the tent, a plan in his mind as he went. He should have known better than to leave the group at Mirkwood, maybe then he would have saved Bilbo from this fate. Or maybe if Bilbo had listened to Beorn's warning of the Elves of Mirkwood then things would have been different. If anything Beorn was right, the Elves of Mirkwood were not like their kin. They are more dangerous and less wise. This proved it: even though the Rivendell Elves wished to keep Bilbo in their peaceful city they let him leave.

The Mirkwood Elves, however, were more focused on rooting Bilbo to the woods and integrated him as deep as they could in their society. What better place to keep someone than in the King's presence?

He had to get to the dwarves and tell them of the recent happenings, and he had to do it quickly if there is any chance of salvaging Bilbo's future.

What Gandalf didn't know and what the elves did know was that was never going to happen. What he also didn't know was the elves weren't going to let him out of Dale just yet, no they were going to keep hi until he has had his meeting with the King. If only so Thranduil could rub it in his nose that Bilbo was his, and would be so for a long time. They had made it so that Bilbo would live out decades without changing a bit, and it might even be centuries before he shows any signs of aging.

Bilbo Baggins had become a hobbit stuck in time with the first goblet of elven blood that ran down his throat.

Said Bilbo was now dreaming peacefully in Thranduil's arms and the King was content to sit there and pat his head while he read the reports. His blue eyes narrowing slightly when he read from a squad leader's paper that the dwarves had barricaded themselves in the mountain. Forcing them to stay in and wait out the armies, but they armies had something that the dwarves didn't.

Food.

Without food they'll wither and starve to death, with only their precious gold to witness it and from their anyone could take their valuable mountain. He smiled softly, those stupid dwarrow just didn't think anything through did they? They were dumb enough to leave a treasure as precious as Bilbo and now they create such an opportunity for them to be forced into an agreement.

The Line of Durin was never a smart one, in fact Thranduil felt as if it was one of the more inferior of the Dwarven race. His views on the Dwarrow were not the fairest, but he felt as if they were accurate.

Another thing that the scouts had found was the fact that there was always at least one or two dwarves on guard at the top of their makeshift battlements. Though the youngest dwarf with the bow and arrow was seen there more than most. This was definitely useful information if her was to use this to their advantages.

Once more he looked up when the tent flaps moved and allowed a slight draft in the tent, but instead of cryptic wizards it was Bard and his remaining children. The two were young and a little taller than Bilbo and they were forlorn; something that he could hardly stand seeing in children. The chill that Bard had created woke Bilbo, who was now looking around with bleary eyes. The guards tensed and fingered their arrows until Thranduil's hand stopped them, "Bard. What brings you by here?"

The bowman looked tired as did his children, "I need to leave my children with you while I go scouting with Narendor (Didn't use a name generator) and his squadron."

"Of course, by all means this is no imposition."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, when you are done please have Narendor send me his AAR (A.N. after-action review). Remember Bard, shoot to kill," Thranduil ordered and Bard agreed. His gaze went to Bilbo, who was rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and nodded to him politely before taking his leave. The two children just stood there awkwardly as the elves went along with their business.

Bilbo looked over at them every now and then between his quite conversations with Thranduil before he could take it no longer. "May I? It is time for afternoon tea," Bilbo asked as he nodded discreetly to the pair and when he got Thranduil's somewhat reluctant nod he slid off the King's lap. While he missed the warmth that the elf provided he also felt guilt just looking at the children.

His bare feet padded the ground quietly as he approached the children and with a wave of his hand, something he had seen both Legolas and Thranduil do to get someone to follow them, he lead them outside. Their faces were tight with apprehension as Bilbo lead them to the royal's food tent where two she-elves were setting up a seat for Bilbo.

"Adasser (Lover of Mortal Men), Elvedui (Last Elf) please set two more places," and the two merely nodded and got two more sets ready. Bilbo's honey eyes were bright as he lead the two to their seats and with some help from Adasser he was seated. Both children were about to fill their teacups with water when Elvedui had poured fragrant tea into the cups.

"Sugar, young master?" Adasser asked the boy and he accepted. The same happened to the little girl who declined but took hers with some cream, and then small teacakes were placed on the wooden table. Bilbo didn't look fazed when he heard the growl of their hungry stomachs and waved Adasser over.

"Get some finger sandwiches for the two along with a small bowl of broth, poor things look starved."

"Of course Little Master, should I send some food to his Highness and Prince Legolas?" she asked quietly and when Bilbo nodded she relaxed a little. "If you are kind enough to oblige, my little sister is hoping for a story later about your horrid relatives."

"The Sackville-Baggins?"

"Yes, Faervel (Strong Spirit) is anticipating your stories along with the other elflings," and behind her Elvedui nodded along with what the young she-elf was saying.

"My son, Lumornor (Tree Shade), is looking forward to it as well Little Master."

Who was he to say no?

"Of course, if it is not too much trouble for anyone-"

"You never cause anyone grief or inconvenience!" both cried out.

"If you insist, but for now please get some more food for- Pardon me! I never once asked for your names!" he exclaimed and startled the youngest one slightly. Her eyes were large and she quickly put down the teacup. A small peep came from her mouth when her brother almost broke his cup with the amount of force he used to bring it down.

His curly hair was sweating as Bilbo looked at the two of them expectantly as the young girl spoke up after getting over her initial shock, "I'm Tilda and this is Bain."

"It is nice to meet you two," Bilbo cheerfully responded, "I am Bilbo Baggins, at your service."

Bain was a little apprehensive but it changed when appropriate food was placed in front of him and Tilda, they chowed down on the food given while Bilbo picked at his cake. A nice silence settled on the three as they ate and as Adasser and Elvedui cleaned up between the three. When the children could eat no more Bilbo felt as if the ice between them was broken when Tilda asked for a story.

Little did they know it was the calm before the storm.

~.~.~.

None heard him loose his grip and fall into the icy waters below him, but never once did he let go of the precious package in his arms. Despite the tremors that ran through his body, the poor dwarf kept stumbling towards the warmth that the fires reflected. Dale was a beacon for him, as the cold water dripped from his sodden blonde hair.

A sneeze ripped through his body and nearly sent him to his needs; he really wished that his grip on that rope was tighter. Since the cold had sunk into his bones before he was even halfway to the city.

Fili regretted everything; he regretted leaving Bilbo to the slaughter (metaphorically of course), leaving that poor girl to die, and letting the madness sink further and further into his uncle's mind. At this point he was regretting leaving Ered Luin all together, the safety of home and the peace that his mother instilled into their home. He missed the rough furs of his bed and the sweet smell of smelting silver, not to forget th-

An arrow pierced the air and sunk quietly into his shoulder.

His body stopped mid-stride and was still as another plunged into his leg and a last falling short of his feet. A choked gasp flew from his lips as a squad of the Tall Folk swiftly made their way towards him.

Why did he not bring Kili with him?

Oh yeah, his brother had fallen to the lust of gold and him being a goldsmith by trade it didn't help him much. Fili was better off as a silversmith, since Thror had been more focused to the gold instead of the abundant silver veins. There was mostly gold in the treasure hoard and not much silver, but at this point Fili was rambling in his mind to forget the pain coursing through his body.

"Its the dwarf prince," he knew that voice but he couldn't quite place it.

"He has something in his hands," no. They couldn't take it from him, this was his last chance to save all of his family.

"What is it?"

Fili was too far gone to tell them to stop, and his glazed over eyes were trying in vain to focus on the people above him. He wanted nothing more than to get them to stop, or at the very least be back in Erebor. "King's orders were to shoot to kill," Bard said, and Fili's eyes widened in recognition.

Bard was going to kill him for his daughter's revenge; he wasn't going to live past this night. Mahal have mercy on his soul and send him to the Halls of his Ancestors.

"No, he is Oakenshield's kin. Bring him with us, Erthor (Uniter)."

"Of course Captain Narendor."

Then he blacked out and he wasn't sure how long he was asleep; nor was he aware of anything that was happening around him. So when he awoke he was surprised to find himself staring into familiar honey eyes. The eyes that had haunted his dreams for many a week, and tears sprung to the brilliant blue orbs.

"Bilbo!" and he lurched forward to give the hobbit a hug, but was cut off when his neck was suddenly being strangled.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you nawag," a venomous voice called from behind him.

Though he wasn't even feeling that, he was more worried about the fact that the hobbit was being lead away from him. Right to two very elegant elves he recognized easily enough, and both Legolas and Thranduil opened their arms to welcome Bilbo into their embrace. "Wha?" he asked dumbly, he couldn't understand.

Why was he with them? Didn't he know what the elves had done to the Company?

He watched dumbfounded as Bilbo was pulled into the Prince's lap and relaxed the second he was basically engulfed by the taller one's hair. He couldn't help but to notice how perfectly the hobbit fit into the crook of Legolas' neck.

Betrayal flooded through him, replacing the pain he had felt before.

That was when he became aware of the sweat on his brow and his labored breathing; had he gone through all this for nothing? Fili had been so sure that he was going to be able to bargain for Bilbo's freedom as well as gain an ally for Thorin. Now he wasn't so sure about that plan, hell he wasn't sure if he was going to go back to Ered Luin.

That scared him shitless.

"Fili, kin to Thorin Oakenshield, you stand before the man whose daughter died for your sake. Answer with honesty or don't answer all lest you wish for an arrow to the throat," Fili could have growled at Thranduil if it weren't for the arm around his neck. Bard stepped up from the shadows and looked to Fili with fire in his eyes.

For a second he thought he was staring at Smaug himself.

"Why have you come?"

"To do what my kin has not," he breathed out heavily. When had the air felt so suffocating? It felt as if Bombur was sitting on his chest, and it must have showed by the look of worry on Bilbo's face. His kind disposition made it hard for others not to give into his wishes of properly healing the dwarf. and Thranduil begrudgingly let a healer make a brew of tea for Fili.

Though as they waited for it answers would be answered.

"How did your kin survive the orc pack trailing after you?" Bard seethed out as he glared down at Fili.

"Barhador (One Faithful to Home) assisted us, but she never went back to the woods. She just roamed the Desolation," and he paused to drink from the foul tea, "and returned to heal Kili."

Thranduil grew rigid at the mention of one of his most faithful captains, well ex-captain more like it. "She is no longer the One Faithful to Home, now she is Erwarth in the eyes of our people. She is naught but a Lone Betrayer and will remain so for the end of her days." All elves looked impassive at the proclamation of their once dear friend's old name, but they all knew that she had betrayed the Greenwood in the worst of ways.

None disobeyed the King and lived to see another day unscathed.

Well, there was always an exception to the rule and Bilbo Baggins was one of them. The other being the Prince, but sometimes even he wasn't safe from Thranduil's wrath.

"Where is Erwarth now?"

"I don't know."

Legolas, who had been sitting and contemplating the entire situation, shifted Bilbo slightly before speaking up, "Be as it may, she is gone. Though here you are, tell us what have you to give that your kin cannot?" Then the air was stilled and Fili was nearly hyperventilating at this point, the fucking tea was not helping his nerves though it did wonders for his fever.

This was it, he might as well be out with it, "I wished to pay the debt my uncle had turned his back on!"

Thranduil raised his eyebrow and raised from his seat, "And you intend to pay it with what?"

"With this," and the Captain of the squad that found him stepped forward and presented Thranduil with the package he nearly risked hypothermia for. The King took the package with a nod of thanks to Narendor and placed it on the table in front of Legolas and Bilbo. Allowing them to get a glimpse of what was about to transpire, and with his back turned to Fili he began to remove the grimy wraps from the object underneath.

His eyes widened when he stared into the shining brilliance of the Arkenstone and when he looked back at the dwarf with something akin to disbelief Fili nearly smirked. Nearly being the key word there, since he was getting very lightheaded at this point.

"You wish to repay the debt owed to both Esgaroth and the Greenwood?"

"I was not aware of the debt to the Greenwood," he shot back. There had been no mention of any debt towards the elves, Balin was close-lipped about it and Thorin would have a heart-attack if he had dared mentioned elves near him. Now he was sure that Thorin would kill him for mentioning such a thing. Once he let that slip out of his mouth Fili was sure it was the wrong thing to say.

"Of course the dwarves would not mention such a thing to you, since the animosity your race have shown can blind the eyes of the young. There has been a debt, ever since I commissioned fine gems to be made into a necklace a few decades back," he began and Legolas hugged Bilbo tighter. His blue eyes were downcast in the remembrance of his mother, and Bilbo provided him with a comforting sense of security. "My wife had asked me centuries before her untimely demise, 'When will you have it made?' and I would tell her 'A day, a week, a month, a year even! We have all the time in the world for me to get it for you!' and she would smile.

"When she died I had held onto the jewels for a few more centuries, before going through with her wish. Only to have Thror claim them as tribute to the King Under the Mountain, and him rub it in my nose that there was naught a thing I could do unless I risked open war," and he placed the stained cloths back over the jewel.

Fili was shell shocked; there had never been such a tale that had touched his heart so! "M-my kin did that?" he asked mainly to himself. Though he was answered by Thranduil's pitying nod. "Then let this pay for that! One precious treasure for another!" Fili was sure this was the right thing to do.

Even if it made him a betrayer in his uncle's eyes.

A mutual consensus from Bard and the other elves had the King accepting the generous offer; though he may have embellished the tale a little too much since Bilbo was wiping tears from his eyes. As he ordered Narendor to get a box to put the jewel in, the flaps opened once more and Gandalf stepped into the tent once more.

"Thranduil, I have waited long enough for answers! Will someone please explain why you have my burglar?!"

The look he got in return was almost patronizing.

~.~.~.

"Is he going to be alright Adasser?"

"Of course Little Master, the King is a man of his word. A promise made by him to heal your nawag friend will be seen through," the patient elf responded to Bilbo as she cleaned Fili's wounds thoroughly.

Soon after Gandalf had barged into the King's tent he had not only managed to piss off the King, but he got threatened at arrow point to lower his voice. Then he was calmly escorted out of the tent and into a secured courtyard were only the King and wizard could speak. Bilbo was allowed to go with Fili if Adasser or Elvedui was with him the entire time. Legolas wanted it so that Bilbo's safety would be ensured at all times, and secretly between the elves only to make sure that Fili didn't try to lure Bilbo away from them.

The blonde was trying so hard to stay conscious but his body was telling him to sleep; his eyes were just so tired as was his mind. Then he felt a cool cloth touch his head and opened an eye as wide as he could to see Bilbo, with that damned elvish circlet, pat the sweat off his head.

"I'm sorry Bilbo," his voice was so soft that if it had not been for his enhanced hearing, Bilbo would have never heard Fili. "I tried to go find you, but Thorin wouldn't let me."

"Fili-"

"AHH!" and Bilbo looked to Adasser, whose fingers were coated in red blood and in between her pointer and middle finger was an arrowhead. Though it effectively made Fili pass out and Bilbo sighed.

Fili must have said that to make him feel better; everyone had told him countless times not to trust the dwarrow since they didn't trust him. They sugar coated lies and filled his head with false promises. Thranduil and Legolas had lived long enough to know the true nature of Mahal's children, and through his own eyes he had seen that the dwarves will betray. No matter what they said or what they did; he knew that if he trusted another dwarf he would be betrayed.

The elves had helped him see that fact.

He owed it to the elves for saving him, for he had no doubt that Thorin and the Company would have sent him into Smaug's lair and leave him for dead. If he had managed to live against the odds then Bilbo was sure they would send him back in to find the thrice-damned Arkenstone.

"When he wakes tell Thranduil or Legolas, but for now please escort me back to my tent if you would be so kind Elvedui," and the brown haired woman nodded and stuck her hand out for Bilbo to take. With a small smile he did and then they began the trek back to the royal tents; any elves spotting them gave the two a crisp salute.

Something that Bilbo had slowly became accustomed to.

It was weird, he would think from time to time, that the elves would hold him in such a high regard. He was aware of the fact that they had never really seen a hobbit before and spent decades playing in the woods, searching in little holes for his people. Though he was sure that there was more to the story than was being let on; there had to be a plausible reason why he was held in high esteem.

Bilbo was not dumb as well; he knew the game that Thranduil and Legolas were playing. Both were extremely protective of him as was the people of the realm even if he had no clue whom some of them were. He had been a tween once and had made those heated looks as well as been the recipient of those stares. From both the male and female population, and had been considered the most eligible bachelor of Hobbiton.

If he had taken on a husband then a third party, a surrogate of sorts, would be used to give him an heir to the Baggins family; and it was pretty obvious as to what would happen if he took a wife.

This was what was happening in the Mirkwood; though it was only from the two royals and none from the general populace. So he could only deduce that he was in the process of being courted by the two, and even if polyamory wasn't generally approved of in the Shire he didn't care anymore.

He didn't want to be alone anymore and after years of excluding himself from the other hobbits he was more than ready to join in a society that accepts him for him. And not for his title. Here he was Bilbo, a kind hobbit; there he was the heir to the Baggins family and Master of Bag End.

Thranduil and Legolas liked him for him and that was enough for the hobbit.

"Call on me if you require anything Little Master," and he looked up to see that he was at the tents and Elvedui was talking to him. Had he been thinking that long?

"Ah, yes. Of course," he smiled and the elf bowed deeply and took her leave.

Inside the tent was Legolas getting ready for bed, and his slender fingers ran through his now loose hair. Carefully removing the braids and allowing the hair to fall over his face. His armor was replaced with a silken white shirt and a cotton bed pants; he looked much more relaxed now that he was in a private setting.

While the space between the royal elves and Bilbo were none existent during the day; since the two took great measures to make it known where Bilbo belonged.

"Bilbo? Are you going to get ready for bed?" and the hobbit nodded. The blonde prince smiled at him and walked towards him; within two great strides he was in front of Bilbo. Legolas knelt before Bilbo and carefully removed the circlet from his hair before helping remove the many layers that Thranduil insisted he wear. Once Bilbo was covered only with a sheer shirt, that was practically a dress on his small frame, Legolas picked him up and set him on the large cot fit for a king, or in this case prince.

There was no expense when it came to the luxury of the royals, and so they got an actual bed with nice thick blankets and fluffy pillows.

Legolas pulled back the thick sheets and laid down before pulling the hobbit down on his chest. His head of curls tucked nicely under his chin and the small body curling into his perfectly.

The prince would not let his father keep the hobbit all to himself, and while the two weren't good on sharing things with the other they would have to. Smiling to himself Legolas pulled the sheets up to Bilbo's neck and placed a kiss to the crown of curls when he was sure the hobbit slept.

The seeds that Thranduil and Legolas carefully planted and cultivated were starting to sprout.

It was only a matter of time before they reaped the fruit of their labor, and he couldn't wait for the day that happened.


Sorry for the late updates guys, but school is starting to take up a lot of my extra time. So the update will start to get sporadic at times, but I promise I will update as soon as I could.

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