A/N: Here is part three. I hope you like it! Also putting these two up today cos I am not gunna have my laptop tomorrow, plus I would probably forget to update xD

Bilbo woke in the early hours of the morning to find the heavens had opened. He looked up to see Thorin stood with his hands connected behind his back, staring at Bilbo. Bilbo jumped. Thorin grinned and turned away chuckling to himself.

"Why do you enjoy tormenting me?" Asked Bilbo, pulling himself up off the ground. He walked over to Thorin.

"Well, it's so funny to see you freak out, and the face you pull afterwards ha, ha. It's priceless." He whispered the last part. That made Bilbo anxious. Bilbo's hair had flopped over his face, it had covered up his eyes. Thorin gently pushed the mass of hobbit hair off of his hobbit's face. Bilbo's face turned red and his heart raced at Thorin's touch. Thorin's face was in close proximity to Bilbo's.

Bilbo's POV:

Thorin's face was really close to mine, I could feel his warm breath on my cheek. I shut my eyes for a moment and then looked right into his deep blue eyes that were suddenly filled with compassion. Compassion for me maybe? No. That couldn't be right. He leaned closer in, still staring into my eyes. A smile spread across his features. He turned his head sideways and moved his lips to my ear, trailing his nose across my face as he did, making me smile and feel all warm inside. He whispered to me, "you know, the others will be awake soon, most of them sleep through the rain. So until then, it is just you and me. What do you want to do?"

"Well, er I don't know." I whispered back into his ear.

"Master burglar."

"Yes Thorin."

"I am bored. Entertain me." Thorin slowly pulled back from my ear and put his head against mine. My heart beat was racing, like I had just run a marathon. Thorin brushed his lips on mine. Oh God I thought, if he kisses me, I won't be able to contain my lust. Instead Throin moved his lips up and kissed my head, then he moved down and kissed my cheek. He slowly brushed his lips across my face so they were almost touching my lips. I put my hands on the back of his head to pull him closer when he pulled away. Damn! I was so close! I thought, confused about why he had pulled back. Then I heard the company stiring. They were slowly waking up. Thorin had turned away from me and was pacing back and forth.

Thorin's POV:

Dammit! I said I wouldn't get too close and what did I do? I paced back and forth in anger and frustration.

"Thorin? Are you alright?" Bilbo's tiny voice broke me out of thought.

"Yes. I'm fine Bilbo. Thank you for your concern." I spat.

"Oh. Ok well its just," he began walking up to me, so I kept backing away, until I had my back up against a rock. Bilbo smiled politely, clearly upset that I wasn't in the mood for talking. "Listen, I'm not gunna' be able to pretend that didn't happen. Because it did." Bilbo sighed heavily and glanced back at the company, then back at me. His eyes full of confusion. "Thorin, why did you pull away? Why didn' t you go for it?"
I frowned at the hobbit and looked at him with utter disgust on my face. "You really think that was what was about to happen? You think I was going to kiss you? Why should I care about you halfling. You are nothing but a spoiled little man, too used to the comforts of home. You have not suffered like me and my company have. You know nothing of the world. You probably thought the world was going to come crashing down when you found that you'd left your hankercheif at home. The most amount of suffering you've ever had is probably something like not having all the ingredients you need for your dinner. You should never have left the Shire. You have no place among us." I breathed out through my nose, Bilbo looked as though he would cry. I felt terrible, but it was the only thing I could do to keep him away from me. It was one of the hardest things I had ever had to do, and that's saying a lot. I walked away, feeling sorry for Bilbo but not showing it. I kept my calm, stone cold demeanor and walked over to my company, leaving my hobbit to feel sorry for himself. I felt ever so guilty, but I would not let my guilt consume me, I would carry on as normal. As if nothing had happened.

Bilbo's POV:

I made sure I didn't cry, how I don't know. How could Thorin be so sweet one minute and so crule the next? It wasn't fair! How could he treat me like this? It was so unlike him. Or was it? I'd only just met the guy and already I was making character judgements. Maybe he just doesn't like me. Or maybe he does. Either way I had to know. I would ask him, the next time we were alone and away from earwiggers.

I kept quiet whilst we ate breakfast, we set off soon after and I didn't even give Thorin a sideways glance. Of course he wouldn't have noticed, as he refused to acknowldge that I existed. Although I could have sworn I saw him look at me once or twice. Anyway, when we continued our journey he still ignored me, so I spoke to others.

Thorin's POV:

Bilbo was silent all through breakfast and wouldn't look at me. It made me angry! I would have gave him death glares if he paid me any attention, but I got nothing. When we were on the road again he spoke to others and still wouldn't make eye contact with me. That stubborn little hobbit wouldn't even give me the time of day. I guess I had brought it on myself. What had I done? Had I just ruined a budding friendship? Had I just lost my hobbit. Had my burglar been stolen from me? Or had I stolen his heart too...