Mar 26, 2015
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Bilbo considered himself a patient man, but really this was getting ridiculous.
They'd been at this for weeks now, months, the pair of them (except they weren't a pair, not really, and wasn't that the problem here?) and it was getting tiring. So very, very tiring. There was only so long he could hold out before he needed to take matters into his own hands, and apparently that time was now. He wasn't getting any younger, after all.
There was something terribly thrilling about this, something he hadn't felt in quite a long time, and it left him grinning like an idiot as he walked up the pathway to Thorin's home. He'd been there before, a few times, usually when Thorin's nephews (the meddling loons) were there, which in fairness may have been why they'd never gotten very far in- well, any of this.
But now was the time, Bilbo had made sure of it. Thorin's nephews both had plans and were very much unlikely to turn up any time soon. Bilbo had made sure his own phone was off, so as not to be interrupted. The only variable in all this was Thorin himself, but Bilbo was confident in his ability to make sure that variable fell properly into place.
Arriving at Thorin's front door, Bilbo forced the smile from his face, pulling out his best poker-face. Yes, the time was now. Raising his hand, he knocked politely on the door. Then it was time to wait. (He'd waited months for this moment, a few more seconds while Thorin got up to answer the door for him was comparatively nothing.)
Sleeping Beauty-esque AU where Bilbo and Thorin are both hit by some strange curse that leaves Bilbo in a sleep like death and erases Thorin's memories of the quest and everything after. No one realizes Bilbo is still alive, they have to deal with trying to keep a lid on the fact that Thorin doesn't remember becoming King (or remember Bilbo), and of course Gandalf is MIA when he would've been most needed.
modern au fili and kili dragging bilbo and thorin to karaoke night
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