Hey guys, this is my last chapter for this story! I wanted to only want to make a small story to see how it would go the first time and see how many people liked my story! Thank you to all of you from the bottom of my heart! –hugs- I appreciate all the support you guys gave me, and the pairing selections of Fili and Kili, and Dwalin and Ori! This is basically the epilogue to this story… but if you guys wanted I could make sequel of this story based on Frodo's childhood growing up and all that jazz.
Disclaimer: Same as the first, second and third chapters, I own nothing! Damn.
Chapter 4 and Epilogue
As Thorin Oakenshield walked into his hobbit's bedroom, he breathed in and out; and walked into the room closing the door behind him. His durin blue eyes slowly looked up at his beloved, and widened his eyes as he watched the lovely scene before him. Bilbo was holding their child that they created together with love and utter joy in his green eyes, looking down at the baby in his arms. The blonde hobbit's curly hair was sticking to his forehead from the sweat of delivering the baby, his usually tanned skin was slightly pale from exhaustion, but there was a beautiful smile on his face.
"Bilbo, our baby is beautiful" said the King of the Dwarves as he walked up to his beloved side.
Said Hobbit looked up to his King and smiled, "It was worth it, Thorin. I love both of you very much." He meant it withal of his heart. The baby whimpered and looked up at its parents, "Beloved, our baby is a boy, and I wanted to call him; Frodo." Concluded Bilbo as he looked back down at his baby boy with utter reverence.
"I love it Bilbo, Frodo Baggins-Oakenshield; Prince Under the Mountain and the Son of my Consort, Bilbo Baggins!" Thorin couldn't be happier; honestly he hasn't been happy since the death of Frerin, his Father, Grandfather, Grandmother and Mother. Even though he had Dis and his nephews, nothing could compare to what he felt at this moment. The King then sat on the bed of his lover and carefully took his Son out of Bilbo's arms, as they exchanged their Frodo.
A knock on the door stopped both the Dwarf and Hobbit from their Son, his Hobbit the ever kind one asked out to the receiver on the other side of the door, "Yes? Who is it?" "It's us Uncle Bilbo!" called ou the familiar voice of Kili, the youngest brother of Fili and the Son of Dis and her deceased husband Vili. "Come in, Kili!" said the kind Hobbit.
The sun shined into the room from the window in the hallway as the door opened letting in the dwarves of the Company of Thorin Oakenshield. Kili and Fili came walking in all smiles, Ori was in Dwalin's arms unexpectedly, his friend had always loved Dwailn and it was also one of the reasons the Ri Brother came along on the journey; so it seemed that they had gotten together when he was in the Shire. Nori and Dori came in next watching their younger brother, even though he was safe with the best friend and Royal guard of his lover. Bilbo hummed as the others came in not long after, Bifur said Hi in Khuzdul, Bofur cheerfully said Hello his best friend; the Hobbit and dwarf became friends on the way to Erebor and he said Hi back. Bombur was eating some cheese as he came into the room, "Hi Bombur, enjoying the cheese?" he said teasingly, the dwarf blushed embarrassed and tried to hide it. Gloin came in the same time as Balin, and Oin came to check on him, "Any cramps, pain or blood?"
"No, Oin, there wasn't much, I don't think so anyways…" he trailed off as the Medic glared and huffed, "You don't think?! Well we are going to see if that is true, Master Baggins! Out, out, out!' the old dwarf said the nosy and caring ones and he ushered them out as he wanted to check on his King's Lover and friend. "Okay, guah! Oin!" Bofur grunted in frustration as the medic of the Company kicked them out of the bedroom and into the hall.
Thorin ushered his Company into the living room, as Frodo yawned and closed his blue eyes, and slightly messed up his tuff of black hair on the top his head. Ori cooed at the Princes cute expression, "He's soo cute!" The others said their compliments for their King and his Consort, "Okay! Everyone, this Frodo, my son! We are going back to Erebor after my Love has finished his healing, and bringing along his cousin; Lobelia." Thorin proclaimed in his dramatic voice.
Everyone agreed with the black-grey streak haired dwarf, they all watched as he walked infront of the fire, and sat in the red chair infront of it; casting a redish-orange glow around Father and Son. The Company then either sat down in the living room or kitchen talking about old and new times in front of them, and for the most likely of futures for their Prince and Royal Couple. Oin walked in not long after and smiled, "He seems to be healing pretty well, there doesn't seem to be an internal or external damage to our Hobbit; I will check it out when I have all of my actual equipment for my Medical job" and continued, "He's now asleep, so no one wake him up; as I had also gave him some pain killers for any lingering pain"
Thorin looked down at his heir and smiled, his life was finally complete and hopefully nothing would ruin it for him. Unknown to him, the One Ring was at the bottom of Bilbo's adventure chest with a note saying, 'Must Talk to Gandalf and Elrond about this'. The Hobbit was concerned about it, because every time he used it he felt tired/drained, and one scary thing was being possessive of the thing… it honestly scared him. The dwarves all then settled down in the living room and hummed a familiar toon, that they started their journey with and ending with it…
Far over misty mountains cold, to dungeons deep and caverns old, we must away ere break of day, to seek the pale enchanted gold.
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells, in places deep, where dark things sleep, in hallow halls beneath the fells.
For ancient king and elvish lord, there many a gleaming golden hoard, they shaped and wrought, and light they caught, to hide in gems on hilt of sword.
On silver necklaces they strung, the flowering stars, on crowns they hung, the dragon-fire, in twisted wire, they meshed the light of moon and sun.
Far over misty mountains cold, to dungeons deep and caverns old, we must away, ere break of day, to claim our long-forgotten gold.
Goblets they carved there for themselves, and harps of gold; where no man dwells, there lay they long, and many a song, was sung unheard by men or elves.
The pines were roaring on the height, the winds were moaning in the night, the fire was red, it flaming spread; the trees like torches blazed with light.
The bells were ringing in the dale, and men looked up with faces pale; the dragon's ire more fierce than fire, laid low their towers and houses frail.
The mountain smoked beneath the moon; the dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled their hall to dying fall, beneath his feet, beneath the moon.
Far over misty mountains grim, to dungeons deep and caverns dim, we must away, ere break of day, to win our harps and gold from him!
The pines were roaring on the height, the winds were moaning in the night, the fire was red, it flaming spread; the trees like torches blazed with light,
The bells were ringing in the dale, and men looked up with faces pale; the dragon's ire more fierce than fire, laid low their towers and houses frail.
Everyone quieted and went back to what they were doing, Smaug was now dead and Erebor wouldn't fall now that it was back in dwarven hands, never!
-Later that night-
Bilbo's eyes fluttered open, unsure of what had awoken him from his dreams and sleep. Oin had given him some heavy pain killers just in case of it to be needed. The hobbit snuggled back into the sheets, as he heard the door creak open as quietly as possible; the cradle at the end of the bed slightly moved telling him that his beloved put their son to sleep. The covers of the bed opened up and a body moved next to him, and brought him close to their body.
"Thorin?" Bilbo asked sleepily as he felt a kiss on the back of his neck and slightly shivered. "Yes, my love?" answered his King as the dwarf, wrapped his arms around Bilbo's waist. "How is everyone and Frodo?"
The question made Thorin smile as his hobbit always cared about others before his self, "All of our company are either asleep, talking about the old times or eating before bed." He snuggled his beloved closer to him as he continued, "Frodo seems to take in everyone in curiously, and he even gurgled at Bofur's little toys he brought; it made him smile!"
"Are Ori and Dwalin together, I had seen when they came in earlier that the big brute was holding one of my best friends in his arms." He asked eagerly, as Bilbo remembered one of Ori's stories about the fearless warriors that was Dwalin Son of Fundin and younger Brother of Balin the Wise. "You guessed right my Hobbit, they had indeed got together when you here in the Shire." They smiled an lightly kissed each other and went to sleep at the others soft snores.
-The next morning-
The Company had woken up to the cries of Frodo and Bilbo; their Burglars coos and loving words. Their king as he walked in, looked happy as he had woken up with his love in his loving embrace and the warmth of another (His One) next to him. Bilbo walked into the living room with his light hobbit feet that no one could hear unless a hobbit of the Shire wanted you to hear them, he smiled and said, "Good morning everyone. Here Love, "He gently gave his husband their son, the baby snuggled into the embrace and Frodo looked up at his daddy and smiled with his toothless gum, and cooed, " I'm going to make breakfast so, it may be a little while." Bombur looked up at the generous Halfling and said, "I'll help you Bilbo! Let us go!" The cook got up and smiled down at his friend and walked into the kitchen, "'Kay" was all the curly blonde hobbit said as he followed the older male into the kitchen to bake the big breakfast.
The King of the Dwarves rocked Frodo gently back and forth, as he whimpered in kind with the swings of his dwarven fathers rocks. "Uncle, we have something to tell you…" said Kili as he looked up with identical blue eyes of Thorin and his late Father; Vili. Fili stood beside him as support and wrapped his right arm around his younger brothers shoulder, "Yes; Kili, Fili?" he asked as he then grabbed the bottle of milk that Bilbo had quickly brought in. "We were w-wondering if we could get your blessing! I love Fili so much and I want to spend the rest of my life with him!" shuttered out the blacked haired archer, the King raised his eyebrow and said, "Of course my boys you do, just don't waste it!" he called out as they ran outside into the backyard that also held his beloved's garden.
Bilbo called everyone into the dining room with Bombur when they had finished making breakfast, it consisted of Sausage, Pancakes, Bacon, Whipped Cream for the pancakes with warmed up strawberries, French Toast or Baked Breaded with eggs and milk coated over it, Milk and Apple juice; the final touch with syrup and margarine.
"This is great Bilbo, Bombur! I could eat this forever!" exclaimed the Toy Maker and Miner that is Bofur.
"I love this, Bilbo! Now Ori, eat up!" continued and said Dori as he grabbed some sausage and pancakes for his little brother, who was sitting with Dwalin. Dori was the ever mother hen of the Company, always afraid for everyone; even though he was a little cold to the curly blonde hobbit in the beginning of the quest, he had become a very good friend.
The cry of Frodo Baggins-Oakenshield had the Companies Burglar running out of the dining room to get his baby boy, "Don't cry little one, here is your milk!" Bilbo discreetly pulled down his vest and buttoned up shirt out of the view of the nosy dwarves that had come to see the small Prince and that had come with Thorin; his beloved. He brought up his baby to his nipple and Frodo attached himself on, and sucked out the milk that had grown there, both Hobbit males and females; when pregnant with a child they grew the milk necessary for the infant until they could drink the milk from a cow. Bilbo had done the same thing with his Mother; Belladonna Took-Baggins when he was a baby, and his friend; Mary had done so with her Father/Mother who had borne her from him. They were presently the same age of 52, in the Shire, you were most likely married and had children; but like himself Mary was a bacheloress, and never saw the fascination to get engaged to anyone.
Bilbo then smiled gently at the baby in his arms, a couple years ago if you told him he would have a child and husband, he would laughed in your face; called you a liar and walk away not wanting to listen to you. He then walked into the dining room, and smiled watching his dwarves all together happy and content; a Hobbit's Love was most important and shouldn't be taken for granted, it was pure as white driven snow. Bilbo wouldn't change anything for the world.
Thank you for reading my Fanfiction! If you want I could do the sequel, but I'm also thinking of starting a Naruto Fanfiction or Star Wars Fanfiction, I haven't chosen yet. Thank you for the reviews, sorry if any you wanted this to be longer; it was basically a treasured starter.
Peace out, Miki Uzumaki102