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For the record everyone... I ship the hell out of Kilbo.

Though I must say, I think Thorin has developed a bit of a crush...

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Only You - A Hobbit Fanfic with Slash: Chapter 2

Pairing: Bilbo/Kili

Rating: Mature

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything except the dirty mind that allowed this story to be written. But give me one of the actor’s hearts and I’ll be happy for the rest of my life. Or reviews, they make me happy too.

Summary: Bilbo/Kili, Frodo is their son

Haven’t read the Prologue yet? Read it HERE |or Read Chapter 1 |

As inspired by: Kink Prompt on LJ HobbitKink

"Chapter II"

The next day came all too fast and as Bilbo awoke by the rowdy din of the dwarves and the bright rays of sun he realized he had actually managed to get some sleep last night. After the intimate moment he had shared with the youngest dwarf the company counted he had not expected to catch some sleep. He had felt confused and cold and had been convinced that even as he cuddled himself he would not be able to find the warmth needed to let sleep claim him. He'd been wrong and sat up, shook his head, and made some awkward noises to ensure he truly was awake.

"There you go, my lad. Had a good night's rest?" Dwalin offered the hobbit his hand and pulled him up to his feet.

"Yes, better than I had imagined actually."

Bilbo's eyes scanned the area and he noticed how he was the last to rise. It embarrassed him slightly and he nervously started to swirl the ribbon of his bag around his finger.

"Well, it's been your first night here in the wild. I guess it's only a good start." The dwarf waggled to his pony and prepared the creature for the day's journey. Now free from attention, Bilbo dared to openly look around him in search for one dwarf in particular. But his smile diminished when he saw twelve dwarves but no Kíli.

A hand on his shoulder shook him out of his thoughts and he looked up to meet the grey eyes of the wizard. "It delights me to see you have slept so peacefully."

Bilbo brushed the wizard's hand away and nonchalantly stepped aside, looking anywhere but at the tall man. "Not thanks to that jolly bunch." He gestured at the fellowship. "Did you notice they eat flies when they're snoring? And then they come out alive? I can only imagine how it must look like in their lungs."

Gandalf laughed. "Don't let them know that. I think it's far safer if they aren't worried about their sleeping habits. Are you up for the ride?"

With a smooth motion the hobbit had swung a leg over his pony and eased himself up. "Yes. Very ready. As ready as can be." He patted Myrtle's side and smiled. "Another handkerchief would be nice."

The tall wizard turned away from him and with a grin on his face made his way over to the only horse in the field. "I'm proud of you, Bilbo Baggins. You appear to be more of a Took after all. Keep it up, keep it up."

The encouragement made Bilbo swell with pride and he felt courage return to him. Although he longed for his quiet life at the shire it were words like these that made him feel like he could be part of the company and that he could do this. He could be a proper adventurer.

And he could always tell the other hobbits he had rode a proper horse instead of a pony. A little lie could do no harm.

He smirked at the thought while joining the group of dwarves and following them through the fields. The sun had come out fully and surrounded them with light. Some of the dwarves closed their eyes to enjoy the softness of the sun while others nudged each other's side to gain attention and shared stories about food. Bilbo was riding between Oin and Gloin and without any sight of Kíli he decided to close his eyes as well and let the others lead him.

The little cavalcade was winding its way across the meadows. Birds chirped as if to greet them on their way and the occasional sound could be heard of Gandalf as he ducked to protect his head and hat from a low hanging branch, sounds that made the hobbit feel perfectly at ease.

"Hey."

Bilbo's eyes flew open and he turned to look at the man who had come to ride next to him. Something inside of his stomach fluttered and manifested itself by repeating the same motion with his lashes. The rapid blinking of the hobbit made the dwarf at his side smirk.

"I hope you slept well." He was not going to tell the hobbit he'd been watching him all night, for as long as his own consciousness had allowed him.

"I did, brilliant actually." Bilbo smiled at the dwarf. "I hadn't seen you up."

The worried tone wasn't missed by Kíli who was eyeing him sidelong. "They wouldn't have left without me."

"No, of course not. How could I be so silly." Bilbo shook his head and licked his lips. He was trying to find a way to sound less dim. This was only his second day journeying in the company of the dwarves and so far he'd been saying and doing all the clumsy stuff. To imagine that dwarves weren't famous for their wits! What would it make of him? Less intelligent than a dwarf? "I'm sorry, I hadn't meant it that way."

"Would you stop apologizing?" Kíli was smiling up at the sky and tugging at the reigns of his pony. "There's no need to. They wouldn't have left without me or without you. We're all under contract, remember? They wouldn't just go away."

Bilbo felt strangely at ease when the dwarf told him that.

"Anyway, I'm looking forward to see you tonight." Kíli winked at the hobbit and with a short command the pony galloped to the front of the line were his brother Fíli was trotting.

It had all happened so fast that Bilbo was still blinking and wondering if he had heard the dwarf correctly while the other had already left his side and was now engaged in conversation with his brother. He could hear Fíli's and Kíli's laugh and turned crimson. Quickly looking down, he gripped the reigns in his hands and whispered to the pony.

"I'm not going mad, am I, Myrtle?"

The pony neighed as if saying no and Bilbo sighed.

"Well, that's a relief for sure."

As morning turned into noon the company formed a long line of ponies and looked at the sky above. Thick clouds had gathered and an unpleasant chilly wind had started to blow. Bilbo was disappointed by the lack of conversation he had in this position, pony lined after pony, for it only allowed him to talk to Gloin and Oin and they were both too busy being lost in their own thoughts. Kíli had moved from the front of the line to the back and his brother had followed. Though Bilbo wanted to talk to the young dwarf he saw no opportunity to and regretted that the dwarf was now riding somewhere behind him where he could not see him. He hung his head low and when a drop of rain touched his curls he frowned.

"Wet." He muttered.

The pony made an uncomfortable noise.

"Wet?" Bilbo looked up to see that more and more drops of rain started to come down and groaned. "Great, a shower." The sarcasm could not be missed while he tried to hide himself underneath his own coat. Naturally it wasn't working. As more and more rain started to pour down on them the dwarves behind him grew restless and questioned Gandalf's skills as a wizard.

The story Gandalf then started to tell was fascinating and the hobbit temporarily forgot about the rain and leant forth on Myrtle. "How many are there?" He asked. "How many wizards?" He was eager to know everything.

"So Radagast the Brown? Is he a great wizard or is he more like you?" A faint giggle reached his ears from behind and he half-way turned his head to glance at the source, but stopped himself. He could guess who it was.

"I'm sorry."

He had to apologize to Gandalf first for saying once again something that came out completely wrong. He had not meant to insult the wizard.

His apology was followed by a tiny voice inside his head.

"Would you stop apologizing?"

Bilbo shivered. He waited for Gandalf to turn and look in front of him again before he dared to take a glimpse behind him. His eyes met dark ones, a few ponies behind him, and his lips parted in a sigh. Kíli must have been thinking it and he must have heard it. He really had to stop apologizing.

Bilbo quickly turned to the front and spurred his pony to go faster. He felt odd and itchy. Somewhere between the moment the dwarves had arrived on his doorstep and now a young dwarf had managed to get inside his mind and it frightened him.

"Gandalf?" His voice quivered but luckily for him the wizard pretended he had not noticed. "Yes, Bilbo?"

"Could you perhaps tell me some more about how wizards live? Do they get families and such?"

Myrtle saw an opportunity to pass the two dwarfs in front of her and brought Bilbo closer to the wizard who sat hunched on his horse.

"Of course I can, young hobbit." Gandalf's kind smile betrayed his will to comfort the lad. Being the wise wizard he was he already knew what was going on between the young dwarf and the burglar hobbit. "Come by my side and I shall tell. The road is wide enough here for two."

As the hobbit joined Gandalf's side a pair of dark eyes followed his back.

"Kíli, Kíli?" The young dwarf hummed and had to tear his eyes away from the hobbit's frame to look at his brother. "What?"

Fíli let out a sigh. "You seem a little absent-minded ever since the journey started. I wonder if it was such a good idea for you to join. You're still very young after all."

The dark orbs narrowed and thin lips formed a tight line. "I am old and strong enough to do this, Fíli. I will not be denied this quest."

His brother quickly waved his hands. "It's not that I meant you aren't up for it. I know what you can do and I love your company. You're the only one who can make me smile like this. At least the journey will be fun when you're around." Fíli's words returned Kíli's smile. But then the blond continued more gravely. "It's just that I want you to get out when it gets too dangerous, do you hear? You're my only brother, Kíli, and a heir to the throne. When things get too dangerous I want you to be safe."

Kíli's frown deepened as he fisted the reigns, his knuckles turned white. "I know, brother. I know." Slowly his eyes moved back to the hobbit so many ponies ahead of him. "I don't want you to get hurt either."

His words lingered in the air and for a moment Fíli wondered if they had been meant for him or for another of their company. His eyes followed his brother's gaze and came to rest upon the laughing form of the hobbit who was wildly gesticulating as he questioned the wizard about anything he could think of.

"I see." Fíli said. "You wonder about the burglar's safety." His right hand reached out for his brother and he took Kíli's hand in his own. "We will all look after him, brother. If only because he adds some variety to our company and he lightens the mood."

Fíli's smile was heart-warming and Kíli could feel a blush spread on his face. "He does. He's quite something."

Fíli agreed. "He's quite something indeed." And he gently squeezed Kíli's hand. The dark-haired dwarf looked down at the reigns he was holding and Fíli took this as a sign to give his brother some space. He pulled his hand away and led his pony ahead of Kíli, forming once again a line and leaving the young dwarf to his thoughts.

Bilbo didn't seem to notice. He was entranced by the wizard's stories and completely focused on the old man. The two exchanged a smile and despite the rain and cold wind the dwarves felt warm at the sight of the wizard and hobbit riding together and laughing.

At this point their journey didn't seem so bad.

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By yours sincerely,

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Only You - A Hobbit Fanfic with Slash: Prologue:

Au: Kili will feature in the next chapter. Then we'll get some kinkiness!

Pairing: Bilbo/Kili

Rating: The Prologue K+, after that Mature

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the dirty mind that allowed this story to be written. But give me one of the actor's hearts and I'll be happy for the rest of my life. Or reviews, they make me happy too.

Summary: Bilbo/Kili, Frodo is their son

"Only You"

"Prologue"

The first time the hobbit ever made a mention of it to his 'nephew' was during their stay at Rivendell. Bilbo was already old by that time and his bones were weary. He felt like time was slipping away from his fingers and that was perhaps why the suggestion slipped from his lips.

"My old sword, Sting ." Bilbo took up his sword, an attribute once referred to as a letter opener, and offered it to Frodo. The boy looked at him and seemed to hesitate. "Here, take it, take it."

Finally convinced by his uncle, Frodo drew the sword from its sheath and looked at it in awe. Bilbo was very generous and the gift surprised the small hobbit. "It's so light!" He exclaimed as he admired the blade.

"Yes, yes," The older hobbit scurried around him. "Made by the elves, you know. The blade glows blue when orcs are close and it's times like that, my lad, when you have to be extra careful."

Frodo's attention was fixed on the sword and he hardly noticed the affectionate way in which Bilbo was addressing him. The older hobbit had always been watching over him and warning him for as long as the young hobbit could remember. Which wasn't so odd at all because Frodo had not known any other caretaker than Bilbo Baggins, his uncle, his kin.

His parents, Frodo had been told, had died when he was young. It was a boat accident. And so he was left in the care of an overly protective uncle. However, tonight something different sounded in Bilbo's voice as he spoke. Something far beyond his usual affection. A sound of worry that was frightening Frodo.

"Here's a pretty thing." Bilbo lifted a shiny metallic shirt from his bed and showed it. "Mithril! As light as a feather and as hard as dragon scales. Let me see you put it on, go on."

The boy got excited by the shiny material and his uncle's enthusiasm and immediately started to change. He unbuttoned his shirt and with a bright smile would have continued to do so if Bilbo had not stopped breathing. The boy frowned and followed his gaze. It came to rest upon the ring which he carried attached to a necklace around his neck. A pregnant silence filled the room until finally the older hobbit raised a bony hand and pointed at it.

"My, my old ring. Well I should... very much like to hold it again, one last time."

The magical moment was broken as Frodo buttoned his shirt back up and turned away from his uncle. Bilbo, looking wild and obsessed, swiftly tried to grab the ring but missed for Frodo was too fast and had jumped out of his way. The boy looked genuinely scared at his uncle who fell back with his hands firmly on his head. He was looking distraught.

"I'm so sorry, boy." The old hobbit managed to croak. "I didn't mean to."

Frodo glanced over at the man who had cared for him all these years. "It's okay. I understand. It's a burden." The hobbit realized he had said too much and his eyes widened at this. But Bilbo didn't react surprised. In fact, Frodo wondered if Bilbo had heard his slip-up at all.

"Yes, it is, but it could never be as special as you."

The words sent a shiver down Frodo's spine and he quickly looked away. What was his uncle getting at and why did it make his stomach turn? He felt cold and wrapped his arms around himself. "I'm nothing special, uncle. I'm just another hobbit."

To his surprise he could see his uncle shake his head. Bilbo, with his head still in his hands, was fiercely denying his nephew's words. "No, no, you're not just another hobbit, my dear lad. You're not just a hobbit."

It were these words that caught Frodo by surprise and made his mouth turn dry. He clutched a hand to his chest and wondered if it was the ring that had caused this odd behaviour of his uncle.

"That's not true, uncle. I am just a mere hobbit. Like you, Like Sam-"

But he was cut off by his uncle's roar. "It is true, Frodo. You are not like any of the hobbits you know and you never will be." His voice trailed off and his hands lowered. A glimpse of regret passed the old man's worried face.

His voice then croaked as he spoke again and tearfully choked out an apology. "I'm sorry I brought this upon you my boy, I'm sorry that you must carry this burden." Frodo watched how Bilbo made it to his bed, slumped down on it and started to cry.

"I'm sorry for everything."

But Frodo didn't know what he meant. And though he thought it was all about the ring he had the feeling there was more to Bilbo's words than just that.

The second time that Bilbo referred to him as special was after the quest was over and done and Frodo had joined his very old uncle in the land of the elves. They sat huddled together while the old man was smoking his pipe. He had said to be too old for all of this smoking but still did so despite his own complains. Frodo didn't mind the smoke that touched his face whenever his uncle aimed wrongly. He smiled at the poor attempts of circles of smoke because it meant that his uncle was still here. They both knew Bilbo didn't have long of a life left.

"Without me you'd still have that pretty finger of yours." Bilbo said, the words clearly paining him and taking all of his strength.

Frodo laughed. "It's okay, uncle. There wasn't much you could have done."

"No, no," Bilbo denied firmly, and that odd feeling that something was wrong emerged inside of Frodo again. "I could have prevented it. I could have killed Gollum."

The young hobbit's smile fell. "Don't say such things. If you had killed him the ring would not have been destroyed. I would have gone mad and kept it."

The old hobbit coughed and Frodo tried to offer him some support, but he was shaken off. "I'm perfectly capable of sitting up straight. Well, Frodo, don't lament what has happened to you. Only you could have achieved this task."

The boy stared off, dreamily, into the distance. "I know, uncle, but I can't help but wonder… why me? Why not Sam? Why not any other hobbit? Aren't we all kind-hearted and uplifting? Aren't we all up to the job?"

Bilbo shook his head. "It's because you are special."

"There, you said it again!" Cried Frodo teasingly in an attempt to lighten the mood. "Just because you're my uncle doesn't mean that makes me special for the job."

He blinked and wondered if he had imagined the look on Bilbo's face. It was one of sadness and regret. As if the mere mentioning of the word 'uncle' had hurt the man. It silenced the young hobbit.

"It's not that, Frodo. You're not like the other hobbits. You're not a proper hobbit. And that's why it had to be you."

Silence.

Frodo looked down at his feet. "What are you trying to say? That I'm not a full hobbit?"

Bilbo had some trouble to keep his face straight but managed to give him a quick nod before smoking his pipe again. That was exactly what he was trying to say.

"But how?" Frodo's blue eyes widened in disbelief. "How can that be, Bilbo? We are already half-lings. We all have hobbit blood. There's nothing different to me than there is to the others."

His words made Bilbo cough, almost choking on his pipe, and slap the circle of smoke away. "Nothing different? My dear Frodo, you are most definitely different from all other hobbits."

"Then what? What is it?"

But Bilbo would not say.

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AU: I found this request on a LJ Kink Meme,  via google, well you get the gist of it. I don't have any of those accounts to reply there but I can reply here and I will. I've tried and am trying to keep it decent though, as far as I can, till I've found a place to post more mature works. Let me know if you know a place where I can do this. Thank you.

By yours sincerely,

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