-Hey...I am sorry I have not updated. You all are probably sick of waiting and have moved on...I haven't found any time to get back on. I have been dealing with things such as ending high school and my grandmother died last year. So, I haven't been feeling like writing. But...I will try to give you guys this story as best I can. I hope you enjoy.-

Bilbo's P.O.V.

Thorin...is...kissing me?!

I couldn't help but freeze. I have never been kissed before...not since...him. I tried to shake that thought out of my mind as I, oddly, found myself kissing back, tangling my hands into Thorin's hair. He moaned softly and pinned me to the wall, making me gasp. That seemed to give him a chance to slip his tongue into my mouth, making me whimper.

However, I could not let it happen any more, and slightly pushed him back; gasping for the air that I no longer needed. Thorin blushes bright red, and I can hear his heart beating quickly as he looks away.

"I-sorry!" he yells, turning and quickly walking away. I just stood there, my legs trembling slightly as I touched my lips softly with my fingers, the taste and feeling of Thorin against them still lingering. I don't know how long I stood there, just in shock before I looked up, fear in my eyes as I followed the way he went, calling his name.

Kiligreth was sitting in the lounge room with our sister, Maria. I poked my head in quickly. "Have either of you seen Thorin?" I asked quickly. Kiligreth shook his head, his red eyes staring at me curiously as I kept my eyes on the floor, not wanting him to read my thoughts through my eyes as he had the tendency to do.

"Afraid not, Brother. Is something the matter?" Maria asked, her white hair falling into her face as she tilts her head.

I shake my head, giving my best smile. "No. I just had to ask him a question about my job." I said quickly before running back out.

'Thorin...please, where are you?!' I thought desperately.

Thorin's P.O.V.

I could not believe myself. I was Thorin Oakenshield, a warrior in my own right, a soon-to-be king of Under the Mountain. So, why was I running as fast I could from a small Hobbit quicker than I ever did from orcs and wargs?

Simple. Because that Hobbit stole my heart.

Bilbo, or Alaric, had a charm about him that was all too foreign but familiar as well. His eyes, golden amber when he was happy and in a good mood, blood red when angry or hungry. His hair, unnaturally curly and as golden as...as gold, if I could ever describe it. It was also so soft and carefree, as if he barely took care of it. It made me want to run my fingers through it and comb it, braiding his short hair in beads and clasps of silver and diamonds. His small frame, that seemed to be so fragile, was stronger than it looked. However, I still wanted to protect him. I really wanted to call him my Mizimel and have done with it.

It had hurt when he said he had been with others before. However, I really should not have been surprised.

But, I had to kiss him. And he had kissed me back! My heart was overjoyed when he kissed back, only for it to sink once more as he pushed me away. All I could do was run. Run back to the woods outside the castle.

And that was where I sat, next to the small stream and sighed in frustration.

I don't know how long I sat there. At around nightfall, I heard Bilbo's voice, full of fear and worry. Bilbo's voice...calling my name...

"Thorin! Please, where are you!" Bilbo was calling, his voice cracking in sobs. It twisted my heart to hear that from him, forcing me to get to my feet and go out to meet him.

Bilbo looked up at me, tears staining his cheeks as his golden eyes looked on at me in relief. I had to fight to smile at him, keeping my face in a scowl.

"How can I help you, Master Burgler?" I asked in a cold voice, it paining me more when I see him flinch.

"I was looking for you...all damn day!" Bilbo sniffled, wiping his eyes on his sleeve. "I couldn't find you anywhere...I was so worried...no...I was so scared that my unbeating heart was twisting in pain! I- how could you?! Leaving the Company like that...leaving me?!" he yells, his his left eye staying the gold while his right flashed red as he fell to his knees. "I was looking everywhere...and I couldn't find you..." he whimpers, sobbing.

That broke me. Seeing my Mizimel crying because of me. I made my way quickly to him and pulled him into a tight hug, shushing him and petting his hair gently. He began to cry in my shoulder as I held him, whispering that I was sorry over and over again in his pointy ears, so much like an elf's, but more adorable.

Bilbo finally calmed down, looking up at me as I sat him down in front of me, having him sit on my legs. He barely weighed a thing.

"I am sorry, Alaric." I whispered. "I just...when you..." Damn! Why can't I find the words?!

"I know...I am sorry to push you away. That was just my first kiss in over a hundred years. Memories flooded back, and I was afraid. Afraid that I would lose control again and...attack you..." he whispered back, his eyes trained on the ground. "I had thought for the longest time that you hated me...and I was fine with that, knowing that I must have been mistaken."

"Mistaken about what, Mizimel?" I asked gently.

"That I was mistaken about your scent. A scent of the mountains and of the forests of my old home. Kiligreth had explained it to me: when we find our symbolon will smell of their homes and our homes as well. When I smelled that, I was in fear, knowing it would never happen." Bilbo explained.

I shook my head, about to speak when a twig snapped near us, causing us to jump to our feet. What was out there?

Mizimel- Khuzdul for "jewel of all jewels."

symbolon- used by Aristophanes to say "other half" or "soul mate."

-Hey, I hoped you enjoyed this chapter! I will try to write more often. What do you think is out in the woods with them? Give your thought, please. Thank you for dealing with me. Love you all!.