Fandom: The Hobbit
Pairing: Bilbo Baggins x Thorin Oakenshield
Words: 1,738
Authors Note: So, I really enjoyed writing that Bilbo x Thorin and Frodo fic, so I decided to do another oneshot! Because who doesn’t love Thorin showing his soft side <3 Yay for happy endings!
~x~
Bilbo smiled as he heard the whole-hearted laughter of his beloved dwarf and the high giggles of his small nephew. These were sounds that would fill the halls of Bilbo Baggins’ home commonly, but it never failed to bring a smile to the hobbits’ face. Thorin had moved with the young hobbit back to The Shire, just past a year ago. It had been unfamiliar and strange at first, waking up and seeing the first thing as the king under the mountain, the dwarf who wanted nothing more than to sit apon the throne of Erebor.
It baffled Bilbo greatly, as to what he did to deserve a person like Thorin, he did not know. But he hardly complained. If not, at all. Thorin added something to Bag End that Bilbo did not have before, a sense of warmth and family that he didn’t know was missing previously. He was nothing but grateful for the company of this dwarf, as it added a meaning to his life that he cherished greatly.
Frodo had come in to move with the couple only a few months back and to Bilbo’s surprised, they had warmed up to each other rather quickly. Of course, it was expected of the small hobbit to be wary of the dwarf, who was intimidating in his nature. For one, Bilbo was quite nervous around Thorin when he had met him and it took a lot of courage to trust him. But Frodo was a brave lad, unlike Bilbo had thought he’d been, and what the dwarf and the little hobbit had in common stood out strongly to Bilbo.
Thorin was more of the protective one, always watching out for things Frodo could trip on or sticks that could scratch his legs when the three would go on their long walks through the forests or around Hobbiton. Frodo never favoured either one of Bilbo or Thorin, for they each had their own things that they were good at.
For one, Thorin was the greatest of story tellers. Explaining his adventures he had with Fili and Kili when they were young lads. He spoke of the adventures he had gone on and the dangers he had faced before meeting Bilbo. However, one of Frodo’s favourites was the adventure to reclaim Erebor. The young hobbit had sat on Bilbo’s lap for hours as they both had listened to Thorin explain every detail and feeling that they had encountered. It would always put the small hobbit to sleep and they would have to carry Frodo up to bed.
And the same story was being told near the fireplace this very night. Bilbo had just finished cleaning up, sorting the cutlery and stacking the now-clean plates into their sorted places. The hobbit turned his face to look past into the doorway from the kitchen, that lead into the fire-place room. There was a red and purple carpet on the floor, with intricate golden designs that Thorin had gotten back from Erebor. As a wedding gift, from Fili, who now sat on the throne of the mountain.
There was a circular wooden table against the wall near the fireplace, with books piled apon the surface on it. On either side of the table were two wooden chairs, cushioned with a soft, velvety red material. Right in front of the fireplace was a sofa with a wooden frame, the armrests curling at the ends in a swirling pattern. Pillows decorated it in many shades of purple, beige and red.
Thorin sat against one end of the sofa, his hands moving as he told the story of Bilbo’s greatest adventure yet. Frodo sat on the carpet in front of him, his small hands in his lap, his dark hair curling over his forehead.
Bilbo smiled before walking over to the two. Thorin stopped mid-sentence, his eyes gleaming as he caught the loving gaze of the burglar. Even after the year they had spent together, the love that they had felt over the journey had never lessened. In fact, it did nothing but grow. Bilbo had felt more in love with his dwarf everyday, and Thorin had felt no less to his hobbit.
The two were an odd pair, but their obvious differences was never much of an obstacle for them. The hobbits in The Shire had been baffled as to why Bilbo would’ve chosen a brooding and strong dwarf like Thorin to join his company, but such a question had never crossed his mind. Bilbo stepped forward and placed a soft kiss on Thorin’s nose, before he wandered over to Frodo.
The small hobbit instantly raised his arms and bounced on his knees as he saw his uncle walk over to him, his curls bouncing as he jumped slightly. Bilbo laughed as he squatted down, so Frodo could clamber over his legs and gripping Bilbo’s shirt into small fists so that he could keep ahold of him as he leaned his small head against the hobbits’ chest in a snuggle, nestling his head under Bilbo’s chin. Mr.Baggins smiled as he sat down in front of Thorin, Frodo turning to face him, too. With this, Thorin smiled widely and continued his story.
“And then there it was. If you could raise up a thumb to the horizon, it was no smaller nor bigger than your thumb. The mountain stood above the tallest of trees and the biggest of towers” Thorin said, his hands moving in the air to add effect. Bilbo, for he was there, knew what moment he was at in an instant. Just after the king had embraced the burglar and they had spotted the mountain from the high, rocky pillar. In fact, it was a moment that the hobbit had never managed to forget. For it was then that he had truly felt in love with the dwarf.
Thorin went on for about an hour, explaining their run in with the spiders of Mirkwood and then the elves. He added when and how his feelings for Bilbo started to grow in his heart.
Of course, those were the parts that Frodo didn’t like the most. He loved the action and danger. The small hobbit would jump up and down in Bilbo’s lap when they met with orcs or with elves. It was when Thorin got to Laketown that Bilbo realised that Frodo was fast asleep in his arms. His small chest rose and fell softly, a light snore at the back of each breath.
“Off to sleep, again” Bilbo whispered with a smile.
He put an arm under his legs and another under his head. He pushed up on his legs, raising the young hobbit in his arms. Thorin rose from the sofa, and walked over to the hobbit. The king smiled a soft and subtle smile as he looked down at the small hobbit and raised a hand to stroke his dark hair.
“At this rate, he’ll never know what happened when we got to Laketown” Bilbo laughed, which Thorin replicated in a soft chuckle.
With that, they walked out of the room and into Frodo’s bedroom. It was simple and was just next-door to their bedroom. It had a small window near the top of the back wall. A small wooden-framed bed sat against the wall. The mattress was soft and plush, and it dipped down as Bilbo sat on it’s edge to tuck Frodo into the covers.
“Goodnight, lad” Thorin whispered, dipping down to kiss the small hobbit on his forehead. Bilbo bid goodnight to Frodo too, before they both walked out of the room.
The golden glow of a sunset poured through the windows that hung in the walls next to the front door of Bag End, making the hallways shine. The orange light casted itself against the hobbit and the dwarf, and Bilbo couldn’t help but stare at his dwarf. As always, it brought out his features in a breathtaking manner. A soft shade hung under his cheekbones, nose and under his eyebrows. His beautiful eyes seemed to glow and his lips looked tempting.
“Bilbo…” Thorin said in a low whisper. The young hobbit didn’t realise that Thorin was looking at him right back. Bilbo’s lips parted slightly as the dwarf stepped closer, his heavy foot making a soft thud against the wooden flooring. He raised a large hand to rest against Bilbo’s face. The hobbit leaned against the familiar rough and calloused skin, closing his eyes for a second as he welcomed the warm touch of this dwarf. Thorin smiled softly, his eyes gleaming once more. And for a moment, it was as if two years hadn’t passed by and they were laying eyes on one another for the first time. Except, this time every look they gave one another was everything of love.
Thorin raised another hand so that he held Bilbo’s face in his grip. His face blushed bright crimson as the dwarf skimmed his thumb over the hobbits’ cheekbone intimately. Thorin leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Bilbo’s lips. He closed his eyes, welcoming the familiar feeling of the kings’ lips on his. They were rough, but they moved slowly and with Bilbo’s. The burglar pulled back slightly, pushing his forehead against the dwarfs’. He felt Thorin’s short beard tickle his chin, and it made him smile softly.
“I love you, my king” Bilbo murmured, closing his eyes and inhaling through his nose, smelling the sweet scent of Thorin, which always seemed to be the same as during the journey. A mix of sweat and wilderness.
“And I, you” Thorin grinned, leaning back slightly as to look into Bilbo’s eyes. They shared a moment of unspoken admiration, before their lips met once more.
Bilbo never regretted the hardships he had to deal with in the past, for the past was just that. The past. During his first days on his adventure with the dwarves and the wizard, he would often think to himself before he slept of how he could not wait to go back home and spend his time in peace and quiet in Hobbiton. Of course, when the time had come for his journey to come to an end, he never wanted it to leave. But, it never really left, truly. For he had made truer friends than most could during that journey. Friends that even turned into family.
...
And that was something that he would always cherish.
~x~
