Let them get through trauma.

BUT

Concept:

Due to Bilbos' fae heritage, he's allergic to iron.

He would say it irritates his skin, but truthfully, it burns him. Even small brushes against the metal make it look like he was burned by a hot brand for days.

He obviously doesn't think to bring it up with anyone. It didn't seem important until Thorin's hand gently brushed the back of his, and Bilbo pulled back with a hiss.

Thorin stared wide-eyed (and a little heartbroken) for a second until he spotted the strip of red skin Bilbo was trying to hide.

"You're hurt, when did that happen?" Thorin went to take the hobbits hand for a better look, but Bilbo skittered back in a slight panic.

"Ah no it-It..well I think it was your ring," Bilbo said.

"My ring?"

Bilbo revealed the small rectangular burn on the back of his freckled hand and Thorin had to bite back a gasp.

"I'm allergic to iron you see, it ma-"

Before Bilbo could even finish the sentence, Thorin had wrenched his ring off his finger and thrown it with all his might into the forest.

Bilbo couldn't quite find his words for a few minutes as he stared slack jawed in the direction the ring had vanished into.

Thorin had just thrown off his ring. Thrown it. His ring he had worn every day Bilbo had known the dwarf. He just threw it into some bushes and would likely never see hide or hair of it again.

Hobbit fic, bagginshield, quest for erebor.

The part I can remember is pre/post battle of the five armies, Legolass has like.. 2 or 3 brothers, and gimli as his one. When thranduil finds out he actually has a real medical aneurism.

It was a longer one, maybe fem bilbo, I'd that's all I remember.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23825734

Balin entered, intending to ask Bilbo something, until he noticed what he was wearing.

"What are you wearing, Bilbo?" Balin asked, his face showing surprise.

"This? No, no, it's nothing. It's just the chainmail Thorin gave me," Bilbo replied, confused as to what Balin found so odd.

"Oh no, Bilbo, you shouldn't be wearing that."

"What? Why not? Is there a problem?"

"I wouldn't call it a problem. It might lead some people to get the wrong idea about your relationship."

"What are you talking about, Balin?" “Well, it’s pretty obvious you don’t know about this, so I’ll explain. In dwarven culture, it’s traditional to propose by giving a piece of fine armor.”

“Marriage??” Bilbo thought, his ears turning red. “Thorin proposed to me??”

“And normally, the most polite way to refuse is to not accept the gift or not wear the armor. I’m not saying you have to give it back—that could be even worse—I’m just asking that you don’t wear it for a long time. Although, the best thing to do if you don’t want to keep it is to sell it for parts, though that would be a real shame,” Balin concluded.

“Marriage?” Bilbo repeated.

“Huh?” Balin raised an eyebrow at the question.

“Thorin, me, marriage?!” Bilbo started to get a little flustered.

“Are you trying to ask if Thorin proposed to you?” Balin made a small grimace.

"Thorin proposed to me during the dragon sickness?"

Balin looked down and sighed. They were silent for a few moments, then he continued, "Yes, I suppose so." Balin grimaced and put his hand to his face before going on, "I should make him apologize. Just because you didn't know what it meant doesn't excuse him putting that pressure on you. Don't worry, it was probably just the dragon sickness."

Bilbo blinked twice and then looked down. Of course, Thorin would never want to be with him if he were in his right mind. Why would he? Bilbo was just a hobbit from the Shire who had the misfortune/good fortune of meeting Gandalf. Bilbo wasn't anyone extraordinary. "Oh, yes, yes, I understand what you're saying."

"What's wrong, lad? Why so down all of a sudden?" “—” said Balin, confused.

“—No, no, it’s nothing, I just—” Bilbo didn’t know what else to say as he clutched the clothes at his sides.

“—Bilbo?” Balin approached and patted Bilbo on the shoulder.

“—It’s just that, knowing that the only way he’ll want to be with me is because of an illness and not because he chooses to…” He looked away, his voice trailing off.

“—You’re saying… It doesn’t bother you that Thorin tried to propose to you?” Balin asked incredulously.

Bilbo stared intently into Balin’s eyes; a small glimmer of determination flickered in them.

“—Why would he?” The truth is, I would accept if he really wanted to. Don't look at me like that. I know it's a silly idea and that he would never be with just anyone...

"Bilbo," said Balin, placing both hands on Bilbo's shoulders, "if Thorin asked you that in the next few days, would you accept? Despite everything?" he asked incredulously.

Bilbo swallowed hard and stared into his eyes, a small glimmer of hope flickering in them. "Yes, the truth is, yes," Bilbo said, a slight blush rising to his cheeks.

"By Mahal," he murmured softly as he stepped back.

"Bali?" I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't complain about these things and— Bilbo looked down again—it's just that I…

“Bilbo, please, don't worry, go to your room and rest and take a bath.” Balin started to leave the room, stopped in the doorway, and turned to look at Bilbo with a chuckle. “And wear your coat, and please, when you go out…” Balin quickly left the room, leaving Bilbo stunned.

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Writing things again when I'm two minutes from falling asleep; at least this time it wasn't in the middle of the night. I hope whoever reads this enjoyed it. English isn't my first language, so I wrote this in Spanish and put it through a translator to convert it to English. And honestly, I didn't proofread it, so if there are any nonsensical sentences, I don't plan on correcting them anytime soon sooo...