~:~ Proposal and Surprise ~:~

Thorin dashed into the bedroom and quickly rearranged everything there, tossing the stuff he couldn't find a place for in the closet and placing his best sheets and furs on the bed... not that he was planning on doing anything... Don't get dirty-minded. The dwarf nearly threw off his kingly cloak and armor (hiding those items under the bed) before literally tossing on a nice white tunic, grabbing his best jacket, and shoving his feet into his cleanest boots. Then Thorin rushed into the bathroom and fiercely and painfully untangled and combed his hair. He splashed cold water on his face and made sure he looked presentably suitable. He took a very deep breath before his heart began racing at the sound of a knock on the door.

"H-hello," Thorin gulped, seeing a very nicely dressed hobbit on the other side. "Come in," he said nervously despite Bilbo's comforting smile. "Please."

The hobbit entered and was immediately ushered to a long sofa. Bilbo made a noise of protest, but Thorin had already disappeared from the room. He heard scrambling footsteps and a slight groan of frustration. Bilbo fought to keep a smile off his face. He knew Thorin was trying to make their last courting date special though the dwarf seemed like he had no idea what to do, but Bilbo loved it when Thorin tried.

"I... I, uh, I have something to give you," came the wavering voice of the dwarf king as he stood awkwardly in the doorway. "I... I know this is our final courting... uh, date, if you will," he stammered. "And I know you said I shouldn't give you anything... that... my heart is good enough to serve as your final gift... but I couldn't do that." Thorin swallowed his fear before nervously standing in front of the smiling hobbit. "Bilbo... I... I am not good with words, Bilbo."

"I know," the other said knowingly with a comforting smile.

"B-but... I am good with showing you my feelings," Thorin said, taking Bilbo's hands in his own.

Bilbo felt his heart skip a beat as Thorin knelt down in front of him.

"I have loved you every minute of every day, Bilbo Baggins," Thorin breathed. "Those nights we spent together were perfection, and I would do anything to feel you against me again." The dwarf king's hot breath hit him as he spoke. "I cannot wait until you are royally mine."

"I am already yours," Bilbo said, lacing his arms around Thorin's neck. "We're already yours."

Thorin pulled back with a confused look on his face. "What do you mean by 'we'?" he asked slowly, his eyes searching Bilbo's own.

Bilbo smiled and reached for Thorin's hand, gently setting it over his midsection. "We're yours," he repeated with a wide smile.

The dwarf king's eyes lit up instantly. "You are...? I am...?" he stuttered before grinning. "A little us?!" he exclaimed, pressing his cheek against Bilbo's abdomen. "Really?"

"Yes," Bilbo replied. "Are you happy?"

"Of course, my love!" Thorin grinned. "I am ecstatic that we'll soon be having a little dwobbit running around."

"Dwobbit?"

Thorin nodded, placing a small kiss on Bilbo's stomach before standing up. "You know... a hobbit and dwarf... make a dwobbit," he explained. "Oh, Bilbo! I am very, very happy, and I cannot wait until we are officially married."

"Neither can I," Bilbo smiled, leaning into Thorin and sighing happily.

"We," Thorin corrected.

Bilbo giggled.