Summary: Stonehelm reports to Frerin and Bofur is concerned about his husband
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Stonehelm crept along the walls of Erebor, keeping a close eye on the queen. He just didn't understand her. Surely, if you love someone, you want them to be happy? Even if it is with someone else. Look at Stonehelm himself. He loved Prince Frerin, but the Prince was happy with that miner. So Stonehelm let him be. He still loved Frerin, but he saw how the prince brightened when he heard Bofur's voice, or even his name. And Stonhelm was happy because the one he loved was happy.
Oh, but not this harpy. She wanted Thorin. And either she had him or no one else had him. It was madness. He frowned as he saw Bazani enter Oin's workroom. That was were Oin made his famous ointments. And they also housed many dangerous herbs. After a couple of minutes, Bazani left the room, adjusting the bodice of her dress. If Stonehelm looked closely, he could see something between the Queen's breasts, disrupting the line of her dress. He watched as she left the area, heading to the Royal Quarters. He snuck into the workroom and rooted through the herbs and ointments there. He had to give up after a few minutes. Stonehelm knew nothing about this room, only Oin himself knew exactly what was in here. He had to tell Prince Frerin.
"Something from Oin's workroom. It could be a poison. We'll have to keep a close on on Bilbo's food. Make sure that Bombur and only Bombur, prepares it. No one can touch Bilbo's plate except Bilbo and Bombur, am I clear?"
"Yes Prince Frerin. Crystal clear. I'll tell Bombur now."
"And have Oin look through his may be able to tell us what is missing."
Stonhelm bowed to the prince and left the room. Frerin collapsed into his chair, smiling when he felt arms wrap around his shoulders.
"You're tired."
"Aye. Protecting your best friend is hard."
Bofur chuckled. During the quest to reclaim Erebor, the two had become close friends, Bilbo going to Bofur when he realized he was falling in love with the king.
"Well, that's not my fault darling. I'm not the one who married the psycho dwarrowdam, am I? I married you."
Frerin smiled up at his husband, faltering when he saw his husband's milky eyes. During the Battle of the Five Armies, Bofur received a hard blow to his head. There was nothing the healers could do. When Bofur woke up after nine days, he was blind. All anyone knew was that the head wound caused the blindness, but not how to treat it. However, Bofur never let it get him down. He was alive and he had his One at his side. He was luckier than most.
"Come my Prince. You must rest. And our son has been asking for you."
"Is Borin alright?"
"Aye, but he misses his father. As do I. Protecting Bilbo is important, but so is your family. We miss you Frerin."
The prince laughed, wrapping his arms around his husband's waist and pressing kisses to his neck.
"Forgive me beloved. I have been so wrapped up in my brother's life that I have nearly forgotten my own. Do not hear. We shall go to Borin now and spend time as a family."
Bofur smiled that smile that Frerin had fallen in love with all those years ago and led his husband to their rooms in the Royal Quarters. Yet, Bilbo still rested at the back of their minds. He had to be protected. With Bilbo gone, everyone knew that Thorin would not be fit to rule. For the good of Erebor, Bilbo had be alright.
A/N Done. R&R please. Borin is a mash up of Bofur/Frerin. Next chapter, someone gets a...bit sick.