Bilbo didn't know what he expected Thorin to say, but admitting to a lack of trust was not it at all. He could have sworn he felt his heart begin to shatter, knowing the one dwarf he cared so much for (and, yes, he did care about Thorin, deeply) didn't even trust him. He barely knows me! I've done nothing but try and help him! But Bilbo quickly decided he wasn't going to let Thorin destroy his happiness any longer. He'd had enough of going to sleep with anger clouding his mind. He'd had enough of being ignored. And he definitely had enough of pretending he was as upset with the dwarf king as he had let on.
Instead of getting angry, though he did feel that burning anger rise in him, he lifted both of his hands and wrapped them tightly into the furs on Thorin's collar, the soft hairs long enough to allow for a decent grip. Ignoring Thorin's flinch as Bilbo moved to touch him (What? Did he think I was going to hit him?), Bilbo yanked as hard as he could, bringing the dwarf down, closer to his own eye level. Probably assuming Bilbo was going to yell at him, Thorin started to open his mouth in protest, thin lips separating just a sliver, but he never got a single word out. The hobbit was too quick, pressing his lips firmly and tightly against the dwarf's. Both beings broke away after a short moment. Too short, in Bilbo's mind.
Thorin trying to back away, taking a half step back at most, but the small hands on his collar held on strongly and the grip they had did not falter. The hobbit didn't let go, not even after sensing Thorin's hesitation and discomfort. Bilbo leaned in close, head down, and peered up at Thorin through thick eyelashes. Shy, despite the courage he had just a moment ago, he whispered to Thorin. "I have given you no reason whatsoever to not trust me, Thorin Oakenshield, and I can promise that I never will."
Bilbo only hoped that Thorin was listening to every word, and could interpret the unspoken meanings behind his promise. The dwarven king's eyes widened, almost comically, and Bilbo might have laughed if the blue of the dwarf's irises wasn't so pure and beautiful. Slowly, very slowly, Thorin's look of surprise dissolved, and a simply, pleased smile slipped across his handsome face. Nodding, as to show his understanding of Bilbo's vow, he leaned in closer to the small hobbit. Finally the hands loosened and slipped from the fur of his collar, one finding a resting place on Thorin's chest, and the other reaching around to grab into tangled, dirty black hair. Their lips met again, this time accompanied by a passion neither had ever felt with another being in their lives.
After a minute or two, stopping only once for breath, Bilbo felt two hands, larger than his own by far, roam across his back, landing on his backside. He let out a chuckle, allowing it to rumble from within his chest, pulling a similar laugh from Thorin. "I will keep you to your words, dear Bilbo Baggins, and I promise you the same."
Bofur, on the other hand, had been going for a stroll, losing himself in the strange elven city. Admiring the architecture and grace of everything he saw, he wasn't expecting the view before him as he rounded another corner. There, just a few feet away, was Thorin speaking of trust with Bilbo, or lack thereof. After hearing Thorin's admission, Bofur nearly backed away and ran to the rest of the company, not really wanting to witness a violent crime. He realized pretty soon that, while it wasn't a violent crime, he didn't want to see what had actually happened either. Which, of course, was a series of kisses shared between a hobbit and a dwarf.
But Bofur, though he did try, found that he could not pry his eyes away from the embracing pair. A heat rose through him, rushing through his veins, and filling him with an emotion he had not felt since his dwarfling days, when the other children could afford new playthings and he could not. This was jealousy, and with his envy came an anger so fierce, Bofur guessed he could have destroyed all of Rivendell if it didn't mean getting worsening the feud between them and the dwarves. However, despite the feeling being so unusual to him, he knew what is was that brought it on.
Bofur wanted the same happiness as Thorin and Bilbo, and even Dwalin and Ori. Bofur wanted someone to love him as much as he loved them.
After three weeks of nothing from me, this chapter is unworthy. However, I will try to update again within a few days. And it will be nice and long. And cute.