A/N: So part two now. This part takes place after the dwarves have set up camp and after Balin has explained about Thrór, Thrain and Thorin when Battle for Moria took place.
Balin had finished telling Bilbo (and everyone else that was listening) about how Thorin had taken down Azog the Defiler. Thorin was convinced that "that filth died of his wounds long ago" but no one was convinced, not really. No matter how many times Thorin told himself Azog the Deflier was no more, there was always a pang of worry in his mind.
It was very late at night; everyone else was sleeping, except Bilbo. He couldn't stop thinking about how Gandalf had said he would not be the same if he returned home. That played on Bilbo's mind. He decided to get up and see his pony, he had grown rather fond of her, depsite his allergies. He had also grown very found of Thorin. Bilbo gazed out into the night, a never ending abyss of darkness covered the land. He looked up to study the few stars in the sky. Suddenly, a heavy weight clamped down on his shoulder. He jumped out of his skin and clapped a hand to his mouth to stop a yelp from escaping his lips. His heart was racing-it felt like it would burst out his chest at any minute! As Bilbo was hyperventilating, he heard a deep, gutural laugh from behind him.
They think it's funny? Bilbo thought to himself, about to yell at this practical joker when Thorin's deep voice rang clear through the night, "ha, ha. Master Burglar, you must be on guard at all times. You are not safe anywhere."
"I um... I thought I was the only one awake." Bilbo said, shyly, unsure of what else he could say.
"Well who do you think was on look out duty?"
"Well- I... Um."
"Bofur wouldn't have lasted the whole night. So I let him sleep while I took up his position."
"But aren't you tired?"
"Ah Master Burglar," Thorin grinning placing his free hand on Bilbo's other shoulder, "I slept earlier. Im' fine. But you look exhausted."
"Yeah, but I can't sleep." Smiled Bilbo awkwardly, still well aware of how Thorin was still holding onto his shoudlers and slowly edging his body closer.
"Listen Bilbo,"Thorin said softly, he used my name! Bilbo thought. Thorin turned Bilbo around so he could look into his eyes, " I have been wondering, for many hours now... " Thorin went quiet then, and didn't speak, he just gazed off into the distance, deep in thought.
"Well go on then! Ask away!" Bilbo grinned, glad Thorin was paying him attention for once!
"Why did you sign that contract and join us?" Thorin asked looking deep into Bilbo's eyes with a spark of curiostiy and a demand for an answer.
"Well... I did it for you." Bilbo blushed. "I um... That sounded a lot better in my head aha."
Thorin turned away and was also blushing and fighting back a fierce grin from spreading across his face. He cleared his throat and regained his composure and cooly turned around to face Bilbo. He stared deep into his hobbit's eyes, furrowing his brow. Bilbo, who's eyebrows were also knit together continued talking, "you see, I wanted to um... I er... Thorin? Th-Thorin?"
Bilbo scanned Thorin's neutral face for any sign of emotion. Thorin reached a hand over to touch Bilbo's face, when Bilbo flinched Thorin sighed and thought it best to just move away a few strands of hair that had wandered onto his hobbit's face. Thorin gently tucked Bilbo's curls behind his hobbit ear and then he did something unexpected, he pulled Bilbo into an embrace. It only lasted a few seconds though. Bilbo broke away, avoiding eye contact with the dwarven king (he was a king to Bilbo anyway), knowing that Thorin would be looking straight into his eyes. Bilbo couldn't move away, as Thorin had his arm in death grip, yet Bilbo felt no pain. Thorin sighed, smiling a little, he cupped his hobbit's face in his hands and sighed deeper, "oh Bilbo." Bilbo looked up; straight into Thorin's eyes at the mention of his name. If only you knew the horrors that awaited you. Maybe. Just maybe you wouldn't have joined us. You know nothing of the world beyond you beloved Shire. My poor burglar-but you're not even that are you?"
Bilbo looked down in shame, "well, I-"
"Maybe, just maybe, I am able to love..." Thorin left swiftly after that, leaving poor Bilbo; head swimming with thoughts, very confused, and also leaving him with very sore shoulders. What does he mean? Thought Bilbo, who knows what goes on in that funny old head of his.
Thorin's POV:
I could not believe what I had just said to Bilbo. Could it be possible for me to love? I felt slightly sorry for him, having me blurt out things like that. It wasn't like me. Maybe that hobbit has changed me... Maybe I opened up to him because I felt comfortable around him. He made me feel safe and confident. But no one could know of my new found affection for the halfing. I would ignore him, neglect him to cover up my interest in him. Maybe then no one would suspect anything, but would I be able to pull it off? I would have to. No one could know that I loved my burglar. For he had stolen my heart...
A/N: So yeah part two I hoped you enjoyed! I am such a grammar Nazi so like if I have made any mistakes with spelling or grammar then please let me know cos it bugs me. Constructive feedback is always much appreciated. Also let me know if I should update quicker cos I'm on chapter 5 or 6 atm.