Thilbo-The Hobbit

Thorin still felt weird. Too weird perhaps. When he sat on his throne he felt all powerful, when the dwarves spoke to him he radiated the air of superiority and power. So how come when his little hairy hobbit came in, running to him with news, a new plant he found, something to nag about, something… something warm rose in Thorin’s chest. And he felt small. He wasn’t sure if he liked it.

“You won’t believe what that human said” Bilbo huffed over his four o’clock tea (herbal leaves from the other side of the mountain specifically harvested for him (Thorin’s order, Bilbo still doesn’t know))

Thorin’s eyes, which focused a tad too long on the gold highlights glistening on Bilbo’s hair because of the sunlight falling into the balcony, were glazed and made a clear point he was not listening.

“Thorin.” Bilbo said furrowing his brows which was an invocable sign he was getting mad. Thorin smirked, making Bilbo even more mad. Maybe that was just a part of the charm.

“I’m listening.” Thorin straightened his back and crossed his arms trying to look indifferent, but his eyes kept falling on his love’s lips. He was a goner, and that was terrifying. His hands ached not to pull Bilbo onto his lap. Or do something even more… scandalous. But Bilbo would never get it. He couldn’t ever love an ugly, big dwarf like him. Could he?

Thorin might’ve been tall for a dwarf, might’ve been a king, might’ve achieved what others didn’t, but did it all really matter? Bilbo was the one, without whom he would be…nothing. Just an egotistical bastard who gets posessed by greed the second he sees worth. Maybe he still was just that. Maybe he was possessed by greed to own Bilbo, to have exclusive rights to him. Maybe this king wanted to... serve.

He sometimes thought what he would do if Bilbo came back to Shire. He could, of course. That was his home, the mountain was simply a… temporary solution - and it kept Thorin awake at night. Because when will this little thing decide to go back, to… leave him? But he could deal with that, as long as Bilbo agreed to take Thorin along. Which Bilbo wouldn't allow, of course.

Even worse scenario - what if Bilbo stays, but finds someone else? That was a low chance - Thorin knew that Bilbo kept himself to himself mostly. But with how many dwarves arrived at the Mountain to serve the new king, the danger arose.

It’s not like Thorin… loved him. No, not at all. No way. Admiration maybe, respect, attachment, friendship… Not LOVE. It couldn’t be, could it? It was unseen. Beside the fact they were both men, he was a dwarf and Bilbo was a hobbit. They COULD potentially be together but…

He could come up with excuses all night long.

It was time for drastic measures.