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"With me." (Fullsize)

He watched as Fíli’s body took him in, watched the shift of Fíli’s thighs and the peace in Fíli’s eyes as Kíli lifted his hips and Fíli pressed down to take him deeper.  Watched and worried, wanting this to be only good for Fíli, only perfect.

He had changed, in these weeks and months, from the self-centered boy of Lake-town, the reckless child of the Mirkwood.  He had become an adult, worthy to love a king.

“With me,” Fíli said, and he leaned down to kiss him, slow press of lips and a tangle of tongues, a moan passing from his mouth to Kíli’s as it shifted Kíli deep inside.

------- Your Heart Pounding, Chapter 21 by Dragonsquill

A week and a half, 75 layers.

“Bilbor, I must go, but I will not go without you.” he said, quietly and clearly. “You are my One, and I could not bear to part with you now, not ever.”

It took Bilbo a moment to find his voice, and when he did he hoped desperately that it didn’t squeak quite so much as he suspected. “I-I... sorry? I don't... what does that mean?”

He felt that he knew, even before Thorin spoke.

Always present was the knowledge that with every minute that passed, he was another minute closer to having to say goodbye. He knew he ought to be steering the conversation towards it, trying to make it more gradual and hopefully easier for the both of them, but the moment was never quite right: Thorin was eager to explain something to him, or Bilbo thought of new questions he knew he would regret not asking later on, or it was just too crowded for them to have the privacy they really needed for such a conversation. In a little while, he kept telling himself, just a little longer, and then I’ll do it. 

Bilbo heads off to the third and final ball, knowing this is the last time he’ll see Thorin- the night he’ll have to say goodbye. If he can bring himself to do it, that is.

It's not fair! his mind raged. All this time waiting for dwarves, and then they have to go and leave! This was always how it was going to be! the Baggins voice snapped back almost immediately. There was always going to be an end to it! There's no use in being... in being, well, hysterical about the whole thing! If anything, it's Thorin who should be upset. And certainly would be, if he knew he'd been tricked! It wasn't a trick! Not really. I never—

“Starting a Stone” - chapter 5

Thorin considered his options for a long moment. A large part of him wanted to deny that anything was the matter and keep Dís in the dark, mostly because he knew how much it would irritate her. But greater than that and growing ever stronger was his concern for Bilbor and, perhaps, help would be a good thing. Slowly, cautiously, he eventually conceded, "There... there is a dwarf." “Ah.” Dís said, looking more than a little triumphant. “I thought there might be.” “What?” “Nothing.” The loaded tone of her voice suggested otherwise, but she waved a hand and moved the subject on. “So, that doesn’t sound like a bad thing.” “It’s not.” Of course it wasn’t; how could it ever be? "But it's not that simple."