~:~ Doom ~:~
Thorin's throat ran dry. "B-Bilbo, darling," he tried as soon as he saw his husband stomping up the hallway. "I-I didn't know y-you'd be back so soon. I-I thought you said y-you'd be back next week, Âzyungâl," he stuttered, quickly adding that last word. "I-I would have prepared a feast for your arrival-"
"Oh, stop!" the hobbit snapped. His face was bright red and Thorin could practically feel the rage radiating off. "What is this madness I've been hearing?!" He put his hands on his hips and glared at Thorin. "I was traveling on the road with elves, and I hear a prince has been brutally murdered in Erebor?!" He reached forward and grasped a fistful of tunic and Thorin's chest hair; he pulled the dwarf down to his height. "I left you in charge of my children, Thorin Oakenshield! What have you done with them?" he snarled lowly.
The dwarf king avoided his hobbit's eyes, and instead focused on a slab of stone just to the right on him. "Now, darling, Bilbo, sweet, love. Th-the children are f-fine-"
"Thorin Oakenshield, if you are lying to me, I will wring your neck! King or not!"
The other couldn't find it in himself anymore to lie. "Bilbo-"
"What happened to my children?!" he screeched. "Tell me my children are alive!" he demanded harshly though Thorin could hear a hint of pain in his voice.
"They're alive," he managed weakly.
"Where are they?!" the hobbit growled. "Where are my children?"
"F-F-Fili's. In his chamber."
"All of them?" Bilbo asked and Thorin felt his stomach drop. Bilbo's face colored with a mixture of red and white when his dwarf didn't answer. He lost all anger in his voice; fear replaced it. "Thorin, are my babies alive?" he whispered quietly
A lump formed in the King's throat. "Yes, my sweet, they are... but Frerin-"
"Oh, Bilbo," a cheery feminine voice interrupted them. "You've returned!"
The pale hobbit looked at Dis and opened his mouth to speak, and Thorin suddenly feared for Fili. "Hello, Dis. Yes, I've returned because I heard some rather odd news. A prince in Erebor killed? Do you know anything about that?"
Dis shook her head with a frown. "No, I have to say I don't. When did you hear about it?" she asked before looking to Thorin who quickly avoided her eyes.
"Two days ago when I was in Mirkwood," he said. "I quickly came home to see what this was all about."
Thorin watched his sister think and he knew it was only a matter of time before she would realize that Fili and Kili have been watching her child for two days. "... Fili's..." he managed. "The children are at Fili's." He led both his sister and husband down the hall to his nephews' chambers.
Bilbo, having regained some anger, pounded on the door. "Fili!" he shouted.
The King cringed as he heard a crash and a muffled yelp. "Bilbo, darling, Ghivashel, go easy on Fili. It wasn't really his fault-"
Dis gasped as the hobbit's hand smacked Thorin's bearded cheek.
"Don't you ever tell me what to do when it comes to our children," he seethed. "I may be overreacting but I have every right to! Something obviously happened to my children while I was away! I trusted you, Thorin."
"Âzyungâl-"
The door opened and a nervous Fili stepped out. "Uncle Bilbo, Mother. The children are fine. Kili's watching them. I-I think we better talk about this on the way to the... infirmary."
"The infirmary?!" Bilbo squeaked and Dis gasped.
Frerin was staring at the ceiling when he heard a commotion from the door. He turned in time to see his father and his aunt bustle. He groaned.
"Oh, my baby boy," Bilbo cried, kissing his head. "Are you alright? Are you feeling better? Cousin Fili told me what happened! Oh, you must never do that again! You hear me! I want my kids alive and well when I'm gone. Oh, you are just like your father!" he rambled, pulling Frerin into a bone-crushing hug as tears flowed from his eyes.
"Ghivashel, let the boy breathe," Thorin soothed, gently prying his husband from their son. He, too, soon ended up with an armful of hobbit as Bilbo wrapped his arms around his neck and continued to cry into his shoulder. Thorin glanced at Dis who was speaking with Fili.
"Dwilin is fine," he heard Fili say. "Just a little shaken up as is Kililia and Fwyen, but they're healthy."
Thorin looked down at his crying husband. "Bilbo, it's alright. Frerin's alive. He's fine," he said softly, rubbing Bilbo's back. "Shh."
Bilbo mumbled something into his shoulder over and over until his sobs quieted. "I'm sorry for crying," he sighed sadly. "I was just so scared about losing you, and now I'm so grateful you're alive and well and-" Bilbo looked at Thorin. "He's your son."
"Is that a good thing?" Thorin chuckled.
"Yes," he smiled, patting his husband's cheek. "I'm sorry I slapped you. I-"
"I had no right to say what I said. Our children always come first," Thorin interrupted.
"Papa," Frerin cut in before they started snogging in front of him like they always do.
Bilbo turned around and went to his son's side.
"If it makes you feel any better, Dad cried too," Frerin said with a small smile on his face.
"Aye," Thorin agreed. "And I told you not to say anything about it."
"Why not?" Bilbo asked, standing in front of his husband. "I think it's pretty sexy that my husband let down his defenses for his son." He ran his hands on Thorin's chest.
"Oh, Mahal! Please don't start snogging!" Frerin wailed behind them.
Bilbo and Thorin laughed into their kiss.