The next few months went by quickly, the dwarves and men worked to restore the ancient architecture,which was well-kept only by how well it's craftsmanship was, and also that it was made of stone. Thorin had healed well, and so had Bilbo. The scars were barely visible, but they still brought back painful memories.

Yet, there must always be an ending.

"I will be leaving by the next moon, I have some more things to do to help around the mountain but I must be on my way soon."

The words struck a bolt of..what was it.. Fear? no.. but it burnt like it was, through Thorin. He could send some of his dwarves to help him on the way back, but they were more needed here.

"Alright." He had said, knowing he could not negotiate to the halfling, and never really realized how real it was until it was time for him to go.

"Two more weeks, then I'll be out of your hair forever." He knew Bilbo had meant it as a passing statement, not truly realizing the panic that it set into the king's bones.

"Wait. So soon?" Thorin's voice came out more frightened than he had intended.

"Uh yeah, are you alright?" The hobbit asked.

"Yeah. I wasn't expecting your departure to come so quickly."

Thorin knew he had to tell him, tell him how he felt, tell him…

The dwarf silenced his thoughts quickly. Hobbits were innocent creatures, and to even think about doing those things to him seemed so..'wrong' would not describe it, He could not find the right word.
He cursed his mind, he always thought dirty, even when he was a young dwarrow. His first thoughts was on one of the men in the forges, when he was around 59. Even though he was a prince, he had gone down for work in Dale, being of royalty Thrain had thought it too dangerous for him to work in the mines, therefore forbidding him to, and Thorin needed something to build up his muscle and also to build up a reputation, so when he became king he was on good terms with the surrounding borders.

The man's name was William, and that was all he remembered.

Every day since that year, A day wouldn't pass by without Thorin thinking about something remotely close to such things.

He was scared on how Bilbo would react, to tell him his true..feelings..that word seemed so strange.

Would the shireling reciprocate or would he shut him out?

He needed to know.

And so that night, he cornered him.

"Bilbo."

"Yes?"

The halfling sounded shy, as he had on the beginning of the journey.

"Follow me" The prince growled.

"Where are we going?" There was a tone of argument in his voice, yet he still heeded the dwarf.

"To my quarters"

and that was when Bilbo truly got nervous.

He had had feelings for the dwarf for quite awhile.

What if someone told him and he's going to kick him out early and was just sparing him from doing so in public?

What if…What if he felt the same?

Bilbo quickly threw that thought away; that wasn't possible.

Fili and Kili swore up and down that he was straight, and even if that wasn't true, Bilbo was not fit to be courting a prince.

Little did the hobbit know, all the times Thorin had braided his hair, and all the times he had returned the favor, that the seemingly friendly gesture was Thorin's way of showing the others that Bilbo was his, and his only.

Thorin opened the door softly, letting Bilbo in and then shutting the door behind him with a click, resisting the urge to turn the shift next to the knob, so no one would barge in. He didn't, because he knew already that the hobbit would want to leave once the dreaded words left the king's mouth.

Bilbo was amazed at how pretty the room was.

There were no windows, as the room was underground, but it wasn't uncomfortable. The fireplace gave the white walls a homely feel, painting them a pretty, flickering orange. The room they were in was obviously the living the right was the kitchen, and then the back wall had an open hallway, there was one room at the very beginning of the hall on the right with a light brown, plain door, then further down was one on the left, with intricate carvings and a deeper brown, probably mahogany. Then at the end there was a final door, with the same carvings but not as many. taking a shy step forward, the hobbit turned his head to the side to get full view of the kitchen.

Thorin smiled as he watched the nervous hobbit scan his surroundings, like one of the men's pups first introduced to their new home. He leaned on the doorway, content to watch the halfling.

Bilbo gasped softly as he got full view of the kitchen.

It was not huge, but it had room. The walls held pots and pans, another fireplace, unlit with a kettle above it, nearby was a shelf holding herbs of many sorts along with a mortar and pestle. Across from that was a marble counter, above that was a shelf, holding several jugs of what looked to be many different types of alcohol.

On the counter, there was a cutting board, and a small woven basket holding an array of fruits, and next to that was a sink.

Smiling, he turned back to Thorin, noticing the dwarf had his eyes on him but the dwarf had quickly looked towards the fireplace next to him, trying to hide the fact that he was.

"So..what did you need to talk about?" The hobbit quickly got nervous again.

"Take a seat." Thorin murmured. Was the price getting shy also?

Bilbo sat on the love-seat couch, and Thorin took his place in the armchair.

"Yes?" he asked. His eyes grew worried when Thorin looked down, a sad look on his face.

"What's wrong?" he asked and tried to get up but the dwarf raised his hand and silenced him. "Stay there, Please. I need to get this out."

Bilbo nodded and sunk into the soft couch.

After a few moments, Thorin finally spoke.

"I…I'm sorry." Thorin's deep voice was full of sorrow..Bilbo could not for the love of Aule know why.

"For what? You already apologized for that happened at the-"

"This is not about that!" The king quickly interrupted.

"Then what." Bilbo tried to add a tone of attitude to his voice, but it mostly came out nervously.

"I'm sorry, that I can't explain what so I'll have to show you, and I'm sorry about how." He mumbled.

Bilbo was about to ask why then the king got up, took the three steps over to where Bilbo was, and kissed him lightly.

Bilbo looked up at him owlishly; shocked. "I-"

"I'm sorry." Thorin's voice cracked and he was quickly gone, down the hall. He knew it was the mahogany door by the sound it made when it was shut.

Bilbo froze. He was silent, staring at the fire, unsure what to do. So he left.

The halfling slammed his back to the wall, shaking with relief.
The dwarf did feel something for him!
He was not sure what to do upon furthor actions, and quickly grew nervous again. He knew nothing of Dwarven courting, and he doubted Thorin knew of hobbit courting. After a few minutes, he regained himself. He turned the handle on the door.

It was locked.

So, as the hours passed by, Bilbo sat vigil by the door.

He was about to get up and leave when he heard the door click and heard it open.

Thorin stared forward, he didn't know Bilbo was on the floor. His eyes were rimmed with red. He couldn't have been….?

"Thorin." Bilbo's voice was cold and commanding. Thorin looked down silently, with shy eyes.

Bilbo felt he had dominance at the moment; he relished it. Standing up, he took the king by the collar and pulled him back inside the open door, shutting it behind the both of them.

Thorin looked terrified. With a devious chuckle that sent a shiver down the dwarf's spine, the hobbit pushed him down on the love seat and was then ontop of him; one knee on each side of Thorin's outer thighs. The halfling leaned in close; touching their foreheads together; never had they been so close, and Bilbo was in a very compromising position.

Bilbo chuckled when the king gasped, feeling the dwarf's chest rise and fall just a bit quicker. The hobbit's hands, originally on Thorin's shoulders, went into the black and silver mass of hair as he actually sat in Thorin's lap instead of knelt above it, pulling the King into a long, lusty kiss.

When they finally lifted away, the two were gasping for air. In their heavy breathing a smile broke free on their faces.

"What was that?" The king asked.

"Just needed to do that." Bilbo smiled.

For the next few weeks, as Bilbo agreed to stay just a little longer, There were joyous glances, stolen kisses in private, and at one point Thorin grabbed his ass, but that story will be told later.

Then, one night, Bilbo had a nightmare.

Sure, he had them almost daily, or nightly, as you will, But this one was particularly grousome. He tried to remain in his bedroom, and fall back asleep, but it kept haunting him. He felt very childish, yet he slipped on some clothes more acceptable than nightclothes and stumbled to Thorin's room though his muffled sobs and blurry vision.

Thorin had put away his forms in terms of peace with the elves and the men and women of dale, as well as a note for an amount of the gold to be given to Bard for slaying Smaug the terrible, and was about to go to his bedroom when he heard a soft knock on the door followed by a small sob, hearing his name by a familiar voice.

Thorin opened the door quickly and took Bilbo into his arms.

"Bilbo it's okay..It's okay" Thorin shut the door, and this time he locked it.

Bilbo cried a little bit harder as he buried his face into Thorin's chest, not realizing the dwarf was shirtless and only wore the lower part of his smallclothes to bed. Thorin backed away only for a second, to put his forehead to the hobbits. They were breathing the same air, and Bilbo, feeling Thorin's hands in his hair and his cool breath on his cheeks, calmed down a little bit. His trembling sobs and gasps for air silenced by a large swallow and shallow breathing.

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

"No. It's okay." Thorin whispered back, he already knew why the halfling was upset.

"You will be staying here." Thorin murmured, his deep tone sending Bilbo into an even more tired state. He normally would have argued, but he had grown more familiar to Thorin, and seeing as they were courting, there wouldn't be an issue. The only thing was that this was the first time Thorin had invited him to sleep in his quarters, and having never asked Bilbo thought it would be off-limits. Bilbo suddenly got nervous, yes they would be in separate rooms, but what if he had another nightmare and started screaming and got thrown out?

"Alright." He responded. They both walked to the hallway, and when Bilbo walked to the end of the hall instead of staying at the door in the left that Thorin had opened, The king shot him a questionable look.

"And where do you think you are going?" Thorin chuckled.

"T-to the guest room?"

Thorin smiled, adoring Bilbo's obliviousness.

"No, Bilbo. I mean with me."

The blush that spread on the hafling's face was simply adorable, it spread to the tips of his wonderfully curved ears down to his pale, soft neck-

Thorin blinked that thought away immediately. His thoughts have gotten dirtier lately; and closer and closer to actually doing the things he thought of to him.

Little did the king know; Bilbo had thought the same exact things. He had even gotten close to masturbating, thinking about Thorin's muscles, his rumbling purr, his black hair cascading over the both of them, the softness of their kisses, and how rough he thought Thorin would get. Yet he never did, knowing if he got caught, he would not be forgiven.

Bilbo gasped a little bit as he entered the bedroom.

It was not large; but it was to an extent. There was a thick, short purple candle on the nightstand, and there was a dresser in the corner across from the bed with a large mirror and, identical to the other one, red candle. Next thing he knew he was holding a large black shirt. "You aren't going to be uncomfortable." Thorin purred, sending more than just a shiver up Bilbo's spine.

Soon they were both in bed. Thorin was surprised at how Bilbo had immediately gone to his chest, curling in close. He wrapped his arms around the hobbit, relishing the heat emitting between their bodies. The candles had been blown out, and only had the heat of the blanket and eachother.

The blankets smelt of lavender, Bilbo thought. He noticed Thorin had the smell of woodsmoke, leather, and furs on him. It was very calming, and found himself drifting to sleep quickly. Right as he was going under, he whispered something.
"Thank you."
He heard Thorin begin to say something, but fell asleep before he understood.

HEY SORRY ABOUT THAT it like double pasted or something.
Well, I think it's fixed now.
anyways, two questions,
should I make a small thing about the time Thorin grabbed Bilbo's ass?
and should I make smut in the next chapter?
Thanks for reading :)