Well... been awhile huh? None of my stories are abandoned just yet. To be honest, the only reason you're getting this chapter is I found a song that for some reason reminded me of Frodo in this; Take me to church by Hozier. Look it up its pretty great. Anyway in case it wasn't obvious, this story is in no way related to the third movie. I have yet to see but let's be honest when you're shipping anything with the dwarves, you kinda don't want to. Somebody messaged me asking how long after this fic takes place. The answer is like...six...ish. It's been a little while. I'll try not to make it forever till the next chapter.

Forever yours,

Fallendarkness666

Bilbo stopped in front of the door, his grin still intact. He hadn't felt this happy and excited in so long. At the moment, he couldn't even remember why. All he knew was that he couldn't wait to throw his arms around Gandalf and celebrate with his friends. Nearly bursting, Bilbo grabbed the handle and threw the door open.

Thorin had never been more terrified in his entire life then he was right then. There he was, standing on his ex-lovers doorstep, listening to the sweet sound of the hobbits laughter. He knew that soon, that sound would stop and all would be silent. Instead there would be anger and resentment. Rightfully deserved but never the less awful words plunged into his soul.

'I should leave.' He thought, 'I should leave right now. There's no love in this house for me any longer. If I walk inside this house, I will only cause him distress and sadness. I can't do this! He deserves so much better than I! I can't!'

When Bilbo spoke, he used such sweet tones. It made Thorins heart melt and clench at the same time. He imagined those expressive emerald orbs reacting with his words. He imagined the delight and nearly childish excitement the hobbit was feeling. Thorins memory shifted to the glares he would receive from his when he made a risqué remark in the company of others. The way his entire face turned deeper shades of red if he continued. How the blush continued down his neck and to the tips of his pointy hobbit ears. Oh how he missed his hobbit!

He couldn't stop himself from knocking. From inside the house, Thorin could hear the abrupt silence. Instantly, he began to panic.

'I can't do this! I must leave! I must leave now!'

Right as he was about to turn and run, the small green door was flung open. Before him stood his perfect little hobbit, grinning like he had once done so often. Then, realization seemed to dawn on his perfect features for his smile fell and a shadow of devastation seemed to flicker in Bilbo's now solemn eyes.

"Thorin..."

"Um... Greetings Master Baggins..."

Bilbo said nothing in response for a while. Thorin noticed a small tremble run through the hobbit. He prayed that Bilbo didn't fear him. The hobbit blinked a few times, the only break from his staring. Thorin could see the red of unshed tears coming to the emerald eyes he adored so much.

"Would..." Bilbo said shakily, pulling himself together, "Would you care to come in?"

"I...um... I can leave...if if it's too much..."

"No. Please. Come in." Bilbo stepped aside, allowing Thorin to enter should he choose.

Thorin hesitated a moment before stepping inside. He glanced around the home, taking in the slight chances from when he was last there. He too, noticed the sketch of the hobbit woman on the wall and his heart sank. Of course Bilbo had moved on. Why shouldn't he? After everything Thorin had put him through, the hobbit deserved a happy ending, even though it wasn't with him.

"You...um... you must be starving." Bilbo offered, "Come. The others are already here."

The company had been silent, trying to overhear the conversation. Once they could hear Bilbo and Thorin's footsteps coming toward them, they starting talking loudly. Many were saying random groupings of words, pretending they made any sense what-so-ever.

It was awkward at first, trying to break the tension with conversation. Nobody was really sure what to say. Eventually, Kili broke the ice. He decided to throw himself under the wagon and casually said:

"So Master Boggins, you know a lot about elvish culture correct."

"A bit..."

"I'm thinking of asking Tauriel to marry me."

This admission seemed to do exactly what it was supposed to. Everyone was not only shocked, but it got Bilbo's mind off the awkwardness. Others stared explaining that the she elf was apparently now being courted by the youngest heir. Bilbo wasn't entirely surprised. He had watched their interactions in the Mirkwood dungeons and even though it seemed impossible, they seemed to have worked it out. Thorin was silent as he watched his beloved hobbit slowly return to the ease he had known his to have before. He smiled softly as Bilbo gushed over Kili's admission of love for Tauriel.

"Speaking of marriage, "Bilbo said, turning his attention to Ori and Dwalin, "My, what an interesting ceremony that must have been!"

"We did send an invitation….." Ori murmured softly, almost afraid to speak of it.

"You…You did?"

"Of course we sent one." He replied, "It wouldn't have been right not to have you there."

"Oh….I…I'm so sorry I missed it."

"Many letters have been sent." Kili piped in, finally getting to ask his questions, "From all of us…Not one reply."

"I am sorry Kili. I hadn't known that any were sent. For a long while, I was not in the Shire."

"What do you mean?" Bofur asked.

"I've only been back for about four years now."

"Four years? It's been six since we last saw you. Where were you for two years?" Dori questioned.

"It took several months to reach Rivendale. When I arrived I was…um….ill for a while and—"

"You were sick?!" Oin shouted, unnecessarily loud, "They tell you what it had been with lad?"

"Um no," Bilbo replied, pausing to make sure he still had hearing, "No I can't seem to recall hearing about it."

Thorin did not believe that for a second. If he knew anything about the elves, it was that they were incredible with medicine and sharp as blades. They would have told Bilbo whatever he had come down with. He just wasn't telling them. Was he still sick maybe? Was it serious? Did he get it from one of them and doesn't want them to feel guilty?

"What did you do while you were in Rivendale?" Fili asked.

"Not an incredible lot really. Just much resting and reading. I did however get the privilege of meeting Lord Elrond's children. Nice kids, all of them. The boys are quiet the amount of trouble, bring the youngest into the mix often, but his daughter is quiet and very kind."

"Why couldn't you have picked one of those elves there Kee?" Fili asked in jest.

"You're one to talk. What with your "discreet" flirting with Miss Sigrid!"

At some point, Fili had fallen for the charms of Bards eldest daughter, now Lady Sigrid of Dale. This came as a bit of a shock to everyone. Questions were flying, asking about when he had started loving her, when he would court her, when the line of Durin had fallen to the whim of much taller beauties.

The questions were answered with blushing and awkwardness, thus followed by roaring laughter. The loud sounds filling the house nearly disgusted the sound of the front door opening. Bilbo froze mid laugh and turned white as a sheet. He frowned and listened harder, waiting. Then he heard the faint click of the door closing.

Bilbo shot up from his seat, causing it to fall to the floor loudly. This surprised and caught the attention of the dwarves.

"Mr. Boggins?"

"Laddie, are you okay?"

Instead of answering Bilbo dashed out of the room. His face started turning shades of red, his blood boiling for unknown reasons. Once he was out they all looked to each other questioningly. Before anyone could speak, they heard him yell.

"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!" Bilbo shouted.

There was a soft sound of another person speaking, but they couldn't make out the words.

"HORSES ARSE YOU WERE! YOU'VE BEEN GONE FOR DAYS!"

The dwarves were so confused. Who was this person? Why was Bilbo so angry? Thorin of course began going through different scenarios. Bilbo's young bride, his son or daughter, all of the above maybe?

"SORRY?! YOU'RE SORRY?! I HAD NEARLY THE WHOLE SHIRE SEARCHING FOR YOU! I HAVENT SLEPT IN DAYS! I'VE BEEN WORRYING MYSELF TO DEATH AND ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY IS SORRY?!"

"WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY?! I CAME BACK DIDN'T I?!" the voice replied.

This voice sounded familiar. Rescission spread around the table, but nobody could seem to place it. Where did they know this voice from? It was slightly higher pitched than Bilbo's. Not high enough to be a woman's though...A child maybe?

The voice and Bilbo were silent for a minute or two. Obviously, that remark was unexpected for Bilbo. Thorin could just imagine the hurt on Bilbo's face. They heard a sigh and their former burglar spoke again.

"Come. Before you rest, come meet some old friends of mine."

They heard the soft padding of their feet approaching. As they grew nearer, realization seemed to dawn on Kili. His face turned pale white and he seemed ready to throw up.

"Kili? Are you alright?" Bofur asked quietly.

"It's him!" Kili whisper-shouted to the others, "It's him! It's the boy! It's-"

"Gentlemen," Bilbo called, entering the room, looking slightly worn down, "I'd like you all to meet someone."

In walked a black haired hobbit with porcelain and clean skin. His eyes were like crystalline pools of blue, dancing gloriously in the flicker of the candle light. His clothes were baggy and old looking. Pale pink lips formed an innocent smile upon his face. The dwarves barely had time to catch their jaws from dropping onto the floor at the sight before them.

"I'd like you to meet my young nephew, Frodo."