Carefully, the hobbit helped his weary dwarf friend onto the bed, placing a cool cloth over Thorin's head to comfort the recovering companion. Bilbo had found his dwarf passed out on the floor of Elrond's room, luckily the elf wasn't there as the hobbit awoke the dwarf enough to get him to move his body away from the vomit covered room and back towards the safety of Bilbos chambers.

"Bilbo, I'm sorry I ran out on you," Thorin began apologizing, Bilbo hushing the weary king.

"It's alright, just rest up now. You'll feel better by morning I'm sure, you dwarfs are a hardy lot." He commented, making his friend smile lightly before closing his drained eyes to rest.

Bilbo laid next to his king, after changing into his nightshirt, closing his eyes after a few moments of lying there next to his healing bedmate.

Thorin tossed around in his sleep, weird dreams making him move about frequently on the bed. His movement stopped as his hands in sleep reached out to feel the comforting form of his hobbit. Dreamily he held onto Bilbo by his hips, taking him from behind and snuggling very close to the other.

The dwarf king started having a very vivid dream about undoing his trousers and letting loose his Oakenshield to dive inside the hobbit greedily. Thrusting generously against the hobbits hole, enjoying the light moans of his companion as he kept asserting himself within Bilbo.

Slumber was beginning to leave Thorin as he blearily opened his eyes in the early morning. His eyes were looking into the back of Bilbo's head as his hands moved to wrap around the still sleeping hobbit affectionately. Thorin went to move his lower half and found it acting as if attached to something. Looking down, his mouth flew open as he took in the naughty sight. His dream had been more than just that, his throbbing member was still inserted inside the snoozing Bilbo! Taking a deep breath to steady himself, the dwarf tried carefully removing himself. The friction he made by moving gave the dwaf an ungodly thrill.

"Well, he is asleep after all..." Were Thorins thoughts as he gave into his primal desire and started to carefully thrust in and out of the unknowing hobbits arse. The joy was short lived, for when he pushed in a little harder than usual, Bilbo woke with a gasp and his spooked nature made things clamp down in self defense.

It felt good for Thorin but his tight reaction made it now very hard for the dwarf to remove himself.

"Thorin?" Bilbo said his name questioningly. "Is your?...Is what I'm feeling attached to what I think it is?"

"That depends, are you thinking its a pickle? Because you'd be wrong about that, little hobbit." Thorin tried making a joke over their situation.

"This isn't funny, Thorin! It's rather hurting me right now. You mind?" Bilbo pleaded, looking over his shoulder at the smug faced dwarf.

"You thought it felt fine before waking. I can't move it out until you relax again Bilbo." He informed the other, listening to the lightly frustrated sigh of his companion.

"It's hard to relax myself when it's hurting right now." Bilbo commented, the dwarf took his hands and started rubbing the tense hobbits shoulders.

"Just relax, little one. Besides, wasn't this what you wanted last evening before I fell ill?" He spoke closely into the others ear, enjoying the hobbits reaction as he shivered. "Let me make up for my absence last evening." Thorin huskily spoke to his bedmate, slinking his hands away from Bilbo's shoulders and winding them underneath the hobbits nightshirt.

His gasp gave Thorin chills as he found what he'd been searching for. Firmly taking the others stiffness and beginning to stoke it with his calloused hands.

It was working, Thorin felt Bilbo's body relax into his as he gave his hobbit a thorough 'hand shake'. The dwarf felt Bilbo also relaxing his rump area, giving the other the opportunity to thrust lightly again inside his companion.

"Thorin." Bilbo said his name softly, longingly.

The dwarf started thrusting a bit faster, picking up his stroking as well, feeling the hobbit sigh and moan against his chest as he started to feel his Oakenshield rising to the occasion.

"Bilbo." Thorin growled the name possessively, his teeth nipping at the hobbits ear and getting a gasp of surprise from the fellow.

Soon the hobbit let loose his excitement, huffing and puffing as he released to Thorins will. Shortly after Bilbo's own release the dwarf found salvation and filled in his hobbit like a stallion to a mare.

It was at this pivotal moment, Thorin releasing all he had into Bilbo, when the bedroom doors abruptly burst open. Elrond got one Hell of an eye full as he watched the dwarf, in his surprise, pull out and finished releasing himself all over Bilbos rump and the now tainted sheets.

Gagging, the elf who was so usually proper and cool headed, ran from the taken off guard bunk mates, headed off to take care of his growing bile inside his throat. His eyes forever tainted by what he witness of Bilbo and Thorin's exploration. Shortly after this incident, he had an elf deliver the two a letter, asking them to please leave immediately, that he could no longer see them as guests in his household.

And that is how Thorin and Bilbo were kicked out of the elf haven called Rivendell. It wasn't till much later and some convincing from Gandalf that Elrond allowed Bilbo to stay one last time in the beautiful city.

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The Hobbit belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien

A/N: That's the ending of this tale, I'll start doing short stories again, depicting how these two handle being a true couple while in front of all the other dwarfs. Dain may make an appearance soon, checking on cousin Thorin, seeing if he's found himself a wife yet...yeah, I'm coming up with a plot there. Keep an eye out for funny/drama goodness! Thanks for reading!