#master-bilbobaggins

[warm-iceheart]

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[stargazerofgoldenwords]

..........................................I'd hit it.

[king-of-erebor]

Bilbo walked up behind Thorin and gingerly wrapped his arms around his waist. He pressed his face into the dwarf's back and smiled gently. "I haven't talked to you in awhile, my King."

Thorin couldn’t stop the smile that crossed his face at the feeling of smaller arms twining around his waist and a face pressing against his back. Covering the slim hands with his own, he squeezed them gently. “I have been busy, Halfling. But I am here now, and we will make the most of this.” Turning in Bilbo’s arms, he hugged the hobbit gently. “I missed you.”

[king-of-erebor]

STOP IT. D= Gahh, you are beautiful.

NO I AM NOT

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[king-of-erebor]

Second Chance

master-bilbobaggins said: O-Ours? Tha— -cranes his neck to look down at the child- H-How? -delicately reaches a hand forward, placing his fingers on the baby’s face-

-smiles when the baby grips Bilbo's fingers, carefully placing the child in the hobbit's arms- I don't know, love. -moves to Bilbo's side, wrapping an arm around both Bilbo and the baby- But we finally get to see him.

[king-of-erebor]

Bilbo cast one last glare over his shoulder at Kili's snickering as he stepped up to Thorin. He faced the king and offered an awkward dip of his head. "A-Ah, Thorin... /someone/ gave me the suggestion that I should-- well... show you a..." The hobbit inclined his head and cleared his throat. "Well, a dance done in the Shire..."

Thorin gave him a confused look, glancing at Kili with a suspicious look. “If you believe that this will expand my knowledge of Hobbit culture, than I accept.” He would never tell Bilbo that he wanted to dance with him for any other reason.

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[king-of-erebor]

Please don't die... ((deargodno ;;))

Thorin lay on the makeshift bed, the tent barely blocking out the sounds from outside. The burning made it hard to breathe, the wound on his chest covered by blood-soaked bandages. But it was not the only pain the king was suffering from. He had been informed only minutes ago that his nephews were dead. He had seen them fall, and prayed they were strong enough to survive. But Aule had other plans for his sister’s sons, and they passed away on the battlefield not long after Thorin fell unconscious. The grief and guilt was overwhelming, threatening to choke him. And the Halfling…Mahal, what had he done? He’d almost killed Bilbo over a stone; a stone that now meant nothing to him as he now lay there dying. How many times had he told the hobbit how much he loved him, how nothing could ever compare to him? Then he threw all of it away because of a worthless addiction. He stifled a hysterical snort, not letting his emotions get the best of him yet.  The king heard someone enter the tent, and glanced over to see none other than Bilbo standing next to him. At the horrified look on his beloved’s face the dam broke, tears streaming down Thorin’s face. “I’m so sorry Bilbo, I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry…” The hobbit sat next to him, stroking his face and wiping away the tears. One hand managed to find Bilbo’s cheek, stroking the unmarked skin. “My beautiful Halfling…you deserve so much better than I could ever give you.” He watched as Bilbo shook his head, denied every word. Before he could say anything else he coughed hard, blood splattering across his chest. Falling back against the pillows with a groan, his fingers weakly played with blond curls. “I am so grateful…that I could see you one last time.” Eventually even the smallest movement became too much, his hand now held by two smaller ones. “I love you…so much, Halfling. I would…spend the rest of my life, making up for…my transgressions.” He had to pause every few words to breathe, the tightness in his chest getting even worse. He leaned up slightly, and Bilbo seemed to get the hint because he found his lips pressed against the Halfling’s a second later. His body relaxed into the motion, the kiss soothing and familiar. His eyes slipped closed, and he let out a final breath against his beloved’s lips.