Of Bunny Tails

by Musical_Fanatic01

Summary:

Bilbo is asked to leave the safety of the Shire to marry Thorin Oakenshield to create an alliance between the Shire and Erebor. As a bunny, he is beyond nervous to live with a mountain full of wolves, especially one with a lineage affected by gold. And Thorin is not too thrilled to be married to a bunny, but he won't complain about his luscious curves or his enticing scent. Hopefully they'll find their way to each other and help each other change for the better.

Notes:

This will be my first multi-chapter fic in years! I hope you all like it!

Chapter 1

The Shire was a gorgeous place filled with rolling green hills and running rivers that all connected and ran through the land. There was plenty of farm life amongst the Shire, such as cows and chickens. But there was another… animal within these hills. In holes in the ground. Yet, they weren’t your typical dirty hole, there were houses inside. And in the smials, which were the proper term for such homes, lived creatures called Hobbits. Now Hobbits were small creatures, never any taller than 3’8, and they were rather peaceful, lazy… some respectable even. But they were simple. Now in Middle-Earth, every species was different. Woodland Elves were elk and deer, their horns prominent and proud. Meanwhile Rivendell and Lorien Elves were catlike, sharp eyes and an air of aristocracy. The same went for dwarves, while some were wolves others were satyrs, with furry faces and long hair. Most were hairy all over along their chests and stomachs, a sight to behold. The only difference with the wolves was they had fangs, ferocious and sharper than iron. Yet what separated hobbits from most other species was the fact that all hobbits were rodentia. Mice, rabbits, squirrels, all the furry twitchy nosed animals you could think of.

But among the Shire rabbits, was a young hobbit named Bilbo Baggins. He had goldish red hair and grassy green eyes. His late mother was Belladonna Took and his late father was Bungo Baggins. Two fine young rabbits who passed away only twenty years ago, leaving Bilbo their smial, Bag End. And due to being both a Took and Baggins, very respectable names and lineages in the Shire, Bilbo was quite the eligible bachelor… well he was… until he heard a knock on his front door. This caused the hobbit to stalk to his door curiously, not expecting visitors. So when he opened the door and saw dwarves with furry coats and sharp eyes, he almost panicked. “Who the blazes are you?!” was what he wanted to ask. But as a polite and respectable hobbit, he merely said, “Hello?”

The head of the pack was a rather pronounced dwarf, his forehead carrying strange black marks and his beard long and graying with two braids coming from the upper lip. His steel blue eyes focused on the small bunny, who just shifted rather uncomfortably at the stare he was receiving.

“Thrain, son of Thror, King Under the Mountain, at your service.” The dwarf gruffed out while taking a bow. At those last couple of words Bilbo’s long ears flopped over and laid flat against his head. His jaw was agape and he almost stumbled back. A king…? At his door…? Goodness how unprepared he was!
Opening his mouth and closing it several times was all Bilbo could do before he finally stammered out, “B-Bilbo Baggins, at yours.” He gave a bow in return and moved away from the door. A mistake, he would learn soon enough, for the group of dwarves pushed into his smial and began to sniff around and pick at his walls. “Ex-excuse me?!” Bilbo cried while some of his unwanted guests began to paw at portraits on his wall, sniff their way into his kitchen and pantry, and- and sweet Yavanna were they heading toward his bedroom?!

The first dwarf, Thrain, had turned toward Bilbo with a sharp toothy grin and a chuckle in his throat. “Perhaps I should explain,” Thrain cleared his throat before continuing. “You see, we have come here seeking… a consort for my son Thorin.”

 

What….? “Ah… a consort.” That.. that made sense…? Bilbo almost didn’t even care anymore about the mud being tracked into his carpets or the fact that he could hear glass breaking from the kitchen. “And that brings you to my door because…?”

Thrain smiled down at Bilbo as a hand reached down and began to ruffle his hair. Bilbo squirmed at the action. He was a grown hobbit, not some faunt. “Why do you think?” He asked while withdrawing his hand from Bilbo’s head, which lead to Bilbo noticing the sharp black claws. How close was he to having his scalp scraped up?

The bunny swallowed thickly and tried his best to make sense of it. A band of dwarves in his home… stating they were here to take a consort back to a mountain. “So, you plan to take me back to your kingdom to marry a dwarf prince that I know nothing about?” Bilbo questioned while Thrain circled around him, the dwarf’s intense gaze focused on him the entire time. It was like he was preparing for the bunny to bolt. The chatter that filled Bag End became quiet, all eyes on the pair in the living room. Everyone wanted to know what Bilbo would say.

But the bachelor gazed around, almost horrified at being surrounded by a group of dwarves. Wolf dwarves at that. Those claws and teeth terrified him, what would they do if he said no? But Bilbo did not want to just let them bully him into saying yes. He was a proud hobbit, and he may be scared of these strangers in his home, but he wouldn’t back down.

“Of course, that is the plan if you agree.” Thrain said while crossing his arms. “We won’t force you, but think about it. We did our research on you, communicating with your Thain and such, and you are an eligible bachelor from a high class family. You don’t have any living close relatives or a lover of some kind.” Bilbo’s eyes widened with every word that spilled from Thrain’s lips. Utter shock filled his entire body. They knew he had no real reason to stay here in the Shire, besides just enjoying his comfortable and care-free life.

Fiddling with his buttons, Bilbo tried his best to find a reason to say no. “And what will happen if I say yes? What does this… marriage provide for me? Why would you speak to the Thain about such a thing?” He asked, his fingers still gently rubbing the golden buttons on his vest. He had so many questions.

Thrain lifted a hand, requesting silence from the hobbit. Bilbo felt offended by the action but he obeyed. The dwarf king beckoned toward another dwarf, one with white hair and beard. The older dwarf moved over with a smile. “Balin, at your service.” He said and bowed to the hobbit. Bilbo just gave a small bow in return. “I can help you with some of those questions, if you’ll just follow me.” Balin moved toward the table. Bilbo followed him carefully and watched as Balin pulled a rolled up piece of parchment and unfurled it on the table. “This is the contract stating your agreement to marry Thorin Oakenshield.”

Bilbo quickly turned to Balin, breathing growing a little uneasy and rapid. “I-I didn’t agree to anything yet.” He blurted out. He raised his hands up in denial, not wanting them to think he had accepted this proposal.

But Balin just gave a chuckle, his gaze sympathetic. “I know, lad. I know, but this is here for you to sign whenever you are ready.” He said and sat at the table. Bilbo took a seat beside him. His hands were shaking. “Now, you had a couple of questions and I have a couple of answers.” He smiled.

“I do. I have quite a bit of questions.” Bilbo sighed. The rest of the dwarves continued to eat and drink, and talk loudly while he and Balin discussed the situation. Even Thrain was enjoying himself in the hobbit’s home. “So… the reason you’re doing this is because the Thain reached out to you first?” He asked softly while rapping his fingers against the table.

“Yes, your Thain reached out to us first. He heard we were on the search for a consort for our prince and offered a couple of bachelors and bachelorettes. When we asked him why he would do such a thing, he said that the Shire could provide us food and housing when we are traveling this way for war or battle. And we would provide the Shire with protection.” Balin explained to the hobbit.

Bilbo’s ears had flopped over. He was starting to understand… this was a trade, well, not necessarily a trade. But he was meant to marry this Thorin Oakenshield just to create a unity and alliance between the Shire and… he never asked for the name of the dwarf kingdom he would be moving to. “And why didn’t you choose any of the other candidates?” He asked. His knee was bouncing up and down underneath the table, nerves flaring up.

“Most had families, people they would be leaving behind.” Balin set a hand on Bilbo’s shoulders to try and comfort him. “They had siblings, parents, nieces and nephews… and you were the only one who didn’t.” Bilbo’s eyes turned to Balin and Balin could see the worry and hesitation in his eyes. “You do not have to do this if you do not want to, but we would consider it a greatest honor. You would be a consort, the consort of Erebor,” Ah, so that was the name. “And you would never fear hunger, or pain, or poverty. But you can say no, do not feel obligated to say yes.” Balin said softly, a sympathetic smile on his face.

For the remainder of the night, Bilbo just sat at the table, reading over the contract and what all the marriage would entail. He would marry the prince Thorin Oakenshield, consummate the marriage, make public appearances with his new husband to show their marriage is strong.

He wondered if this would be worth it. Sure he wouldn’t be alone anymore… and he had no real reason to stay beside keeping Bag End. But the Shire was all he ever knew. Both his ears and nose twitched, his fingers running over the parchment paper. He’d be signing his life away, signing away his entire future to give hope to the Shire... To Erebor. With a long and heavy sigh, Bilbo picked up a quill and a cheer erupted from the dwarves who happened to catch it. And with a swift movement, Bilbo had signed his name on the document.

At least now he could say he’s going on an adventure. He could say he’s following in Belladonna’s footsteps and finding his way toward happiness.

Suddenly a strong clawed hand slapped against his back, causing Bilbo to hop up and gasp. “Ay, good choice, lad!” Thrain laughed while he pat Bilbo’s back a bit longer. “You can gather some of your things and ask a friend to keep an eye on your property. But tomorrow, we take off to Erebor.” A large fangy smile made an appearance on Thrain’s face, his tail wagging quickly in excitement.

“Yes… to Erebor.” Bilbo said softly as a hesitant smile made its way to his own face. He was nervous but he would do it. Go to Erebor and marry the prince… dear Yavanna what was he getting himself into?

Chapter 2

Summary:

Bilbo learns a bit more about his future husband and finally makes it to Erebor

The journey was quite long and arduous for poor Bilbo, or ‘Little Bunny,’ as some of the dwarves have taken to calling him. Bilbo would typically be cross at being called such a thing but these wolf dwarves were the only thing protecting him against the natural dangers of the outside world. So, temporarily, he would allow this little bout of teasing.

Despite his initial unease with his company, he had grown quite fond and close to Balin. His little tail would wag anytime the older dwarf decided to converse with him. And it seemed Balin’s tail would do the same. He was happy to explain to Bilbo about the upcoming wedding ceremony and all it would entail for the young hobbit, and about his soon-to-be husband.

“So, this Thorin Oakenshield, you say he once faced a great pale Orc?” Bilbo’s question came one evening when the sky was full of stars and the pale light of moon draped itself over the curious bunny. His plush body was curled up in his bedroll while his hands grabbed at the edge of the fabric. Brilliant green eyes were wide with intrigue at Balin’s words, eager to know more about this brave wolf whom he was to wed. How could he not be? Every word Balin spoke about Thorin only made him seem more and more like a warrior out of the books his mother would read to him as a faunt.

A chuckle escaped Balin’s mouth while he listened to Bilbo’s question. He was quite glad that Bilbo was so interested in Thorin despite the less than eager attitude he harbored at the start of the journey. It gave him hope, hope that Bilbo could truly be the one to change Thorin Oakenshield’s destiny… to help him from descending into madness. He wouldn’t get his own hopes too high and expect Bilbo to be Thorin’s One, but he hoped that Bilbo would be close enough. Balin would hate for his Prince to fall into madness the same way Thror had.

With a soft sigh, Balin turned his head to face Bilbo. Another chuckle escaped him at the hobbit’s expression. Eyes as wide as saucepans and his mouth slightly ajar with pure interest. “Ay, laddie, ‘tis true.” He confirmed, not failing to notice the slight waggling movement coming from Bilbo’s bedroll.

Bilbo had moved himself onto his side and propped his head up on his hand. “He had faced Azog the Defiler, a foul servant of Morgoth bent on ending the line of Durin,” Balin started. “We were fighting to take back Moria, a once strong dwarf kingdom that had been overrun with Orcs, and Azog led the charge. He attempted to behead the king Thror, Thorin’s grandfather as a start. Yet Thorin took the branch of an oak tree and used it as a shield to defend both Thror and himself.”

Almost immediately the small hobbit sat up right, his ears were straight in the air. “That is why he is called “Oakenshield”, isn’t it?” Bilbo asked with a grin. The sound of a small tail brushing against the bedroll started to fill the air which caused quite a laugh from Balin. Grumbles and a couple of “quiet down”s came from other bedrolls from the dwarves who were not on watch. Bilbo gave a quick “sorry” before turning back to Balin with a sheepish expression. “How amazing, what happened next?” He pressed on.

“Well, Thorin continued to fight on with Azog, using every bit of strength he had to protect both himself and Thror. And so with a mighty swing, he cut the Defiler’s hand clean off.” Balin said in a hushed whisper so they would not be disrupting the rest of the company’s sleep. Bilbo gasped silently at Balin’s words. “And the snake was dragged back to the depths of filth and despair by his army, screaming in agony as the rest of the Orcs retreated and fell back.”

Bilbo’s ears twitched in excitement, his grin never leaving his face at the imagery of this Thorin character protecting his people and family with no hesitation. “And the Pale Orc, he died?” He asked while moving ever closer to Balin, his eyes full of wonder and amazement.

But Balin’s smile faltered and he gave out a long sigh while moving to lay flat on his back. His hands fidgeted with themselves as he stared at the sky full of stars. It was as if he was pondering on giving Bilbo the answer. “Well, laddie… we like to think he did. Azog suffered many grave wounds and lost no small amount of blood, but we do not fully know. All I know is we haven’t seen hair nor hide of the monster.” His words lingered in the air for a beat. Bilbo’s smile fell and his ears flopped over to rest on his head at the answer he received.

“Oh.” Was all that left the hobbit’s mouth. He copied Balin and laid on his back, staring at the sky above. It wasn’t a satisfying or hopeful answer, but he would hope and pray to Yavanna that they would need not worry about such a thing. After all, they hadn’t seen a single Orc or Warg on this journey yet. The most danger came from wild wolves and beasts, weather, and dolt-headed dwarves who did not understand the difference between poisonous and edible berries. “I see.”

“Do not let it give you worry, laddie. Even if Azog is alive, Thorin would never let him harm a hair on your head.” Balin’s voice drifted over in an attempt to comfort and soothe the hobbit. And it worked to some extent. Though Bilbo’s mind was no longer concerned with just his own safety but Thorin’s. If Thorin was busy protecting everyone else and him… who was protecting Thorin?

The fire crackled on throughout the night. It filled the air along with the sounds of insects and other woodland creatures. Bilbo’s ear twitched, watching as a bird flew over his head… an owl it looked to be. After a moment he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

His dreams were full of ferocious Orcs and battle-ready packs of wolves and rams clashing, teeth bared and claws out. And amongst the dwarves and Orcs stood a broad wolf with black fur and bright eyes… sad and tired eyes. He let out a long and lonesome howl before Bilbo sat up in sweats… this would be a long journey.

The rest of the journey rode smooth, just the typical stops for sleep and food, visiting towns for trade, and the small bouts of bad weather that kept them holed up in inns. But finally, after what felt like months, the caravan of dwarves and Bilbo arrived at the gated entrance of the Lonely Mountain. “Welcome, Master Baggins, to Erebor.” Thrain said with a grin, his eyes focused on the entrance. He spoke some words unknown to Bilbo’s ears and suddenly the doors opened.

Bilbo’s head turned toward Balin, eyes wide and eager for explanation. Balin chuckled with understanding and turned toward Bilbo. “That, Master Baggins, was our ancient language, Khuzdul.” He said while they began to move inside. “It‘s understanding is a dwarf secret and our secret alone… but you may be able to learn after you wed Thorin and are seen as Mahal’s own.”

“Mahal..?” Bilbo asked while they moved inside, raising a brow while he felt the cool breeze of the interior hit him. It wasn’t like what he was expecting at all… he expected overwhelming warmth and heat. But he was glad to know it felt… nice. Even. “Is he what Yavanna is to us?” He continued while his eyes moved over the interior… it was as if Erebor was carved from emeralds and jade.

Balin continued to walk alongside Bilbo, his tail wagging in excitement with how invested Bilbo seemed in their culture. “Yes, Master Baggins. Mahal is the one who crafted us… who made the mountains and blessed us our Ones.” He said and looked to Bilbo, who seemed quite taken with the hustle and bustle of the mountain.

“Ones?” Bilbo asked while looking back to Balin, his ears twitching with every word the older dwarf spoke.

To this Balin gave another nod. “Yes, laddie, our Ones. The half of our soul Mahal has made just for us… for some dwarves it is their craft, to some it is the battlefield. But for others it is the love of their life. You hobbits call it a heartsong, if I am not mistaken.” Balin explained while the group of dwarves started to separate.

Before Bilbo could ask anymore questions, Thrain turned and stopped to speak with Bilbo and Balin. “Ah, Balin. If you don’t mind, could you lead Master Baggins to his temporary chambers for now?” He inquired while his eyes darted to Bilbo. The hobbit just shifted a bit. He was unsure how to feel if he was to be separated from his only friend. “I would like if you could give him a proper rundown of what is expected of him during the ceremony.”

Another nod. “Aye, I can do that.” Balin smiled and gave a bow to the King, which earned a bow in return. Balin put a hand on Bilbo’s back and began to lead him down a hall and up a flight of stairs. “This way, Bilbo. To the royal suites.” Bilbo followed obediently but almost stopped dead in his tracks at those words.

“Royal suites..? Would I be… be next to… Thorin?” Bilbo asked hesitantly which earned a chuckle from Balin.

The older dwarf shook his head and turned back to Bilbo with a smile. “No, laddie. You will be in the betrothal suite. You will stay there until the ceremony, which will be in two days.”

Now this made Bilbo stop dead in his tracks. He almost tumbled down the stairs this way. “Two days?! Balin, you never said anything about two days!” He gasped. His floppy ears once again fell over and his wagging stopped immediately. “I-I need more time than that! Shouldn’t I meet Thorin first?” He asked quickly as Balin once again started to move him up the stairs.

“You will meet him before the ceremony, we must have the rehearsal first after all.” Balin said while they made it up the flight and began to walk down a long hall that was filled with portraits of all sorts of past Kings and Queens. He hesitantly looked to Bilbo, who seemed a bit peakish now. “But the journey was a bit longer than we hoped… no thanks to the constant storming and flooding. So we have less time than we’d like for you to prepare.”

Bilbo trudged along the hall now. He watched as a large set of oak doors adorned with jewels and gems stood before him. “Do you think I will be ready in time?” He asked the older dwarf in a hushed whisper, unsure of what to think or even feel in this moment. Two days wasn’t enough time.

And Balin was not sure what to say, he truly did not know if Bilbo would be ready by the end of the two days. “That I cannot give a for sure answer.” Balin said while he stared at the door, a heavy sigh leaving his chest. “But I have courage, Bilbo. Courage that you will be able to get through the ceremony without any hitches.” He smiled at the hobbit while his tail gave a soft waggle.

That helped ease Bilbo’s worry. He smiled and took his own deep breath before opening the door. The betrothal suite was very large, a four poster canopy bed with royal blue tulle curtains hung from the top of the wooden structure. On the right side of the bed was a wooden nightstand with a lantern and on the left side was a shelf that held many books, which caught Bilbo’s eyes. There was a small table in the middle of the room atop a white fur rug. In a connected room was a bathroom, which Bilbo was more than thankful for. He did not want to get lost in the mountain looking for one. Lining the stone walls were many decorative blue and white gems that sparkled like stars.

“This is where I’ll be staying?” Bilbo asked while he moved toward the bed. He sat on the mattress, which felt as plush and soft as the one back home, maybe even more so. A loud groan of relief left the bunny as he laid back, his aching body immediately relaxing at the feeling. “Dear Yavanna, that's good.” He mumbled while he curled up on the bed. A soft thump came from the bed as Bilbo’s tail wagged happily.

A chuckle came from Balin as he leaned against the doorframe. “Yes, these are your temporary arrangements. You will stay here until you wed Thorin, then you shall move into his bedroom.” He said while lingering at the door. He dare not enter the private chambers so late in the evening lest he cause several rumors and gossip amongst the dwarrow. His own tail began to wag at Bilbo’s pleased tone. “I should be off to let you rest. Good night and sleep well, Master Baggins.” The older dwarf said as he began to walk away and closed the large oak doors.

Bilbo sat up straight when Balin left, his heart sinking at his words. “Right… good night, Balin.” He said to himself while he curled up on his bed, the wagging soon stopped and his ears twitched. He would be a bachelor for two more days… then he would be married to Thorin Oakenshield. He just hoped Thorin would not hate him. And maybe… they could even be friends if love was not an option on the table. With a sigh, Bilbo moved off the bed and to the bathroom to take a bath. After all, he couldn’t go to bed dirty now could he?

Notes:

Thorin will be introduced soon, I promise! As always I hope you liked it!

Chapter 3

Being fitted for his wedding clothes was not the most appealing activity Thorin had been subjected to ever since he was told about the marriage. He wasn’t eager at all about this arrangement and had quite a few words to say to his father. “It should not be my duty to marry just for trade! It isn’t right!” The dwarf snarled at his father, his ears flat against his head and his teeth bared.

But Thrain wasn’t one to back down so easily. “But it is your duty to do what is necessary to protect the future of Erebor!” He barked back, getting right into Thorin’s face. His own fists were clenched at his sides. The king was aggravated with Thorin’s attitude. “It may not be glamorous, but it is what has to be done.”

“All my life I have given for Erebor! I have fought and bled and sacrificed! Why must you take one more shred of my freedom?” Thorin asked, his fur standing on end now. The prince did not want to stand down. He would fight tooth and nail for whatever scrap of freedom he could.

Thrain pinched the bridge of his nose. “You are the next king of Erebor, Thorin. Your duty is to Erebor, your life is to Erebor.” He said under his breath. He looked to Thorin with a slight glare. “I do not wish to hear any more complaints about this. I expect you to act like a king and to take this in stride.” And with that Thrain walked away from Thorin’s chambers, causing the prince to throw a wooden chair at the wall in frustration.

That was months ago. Thorin had never forgiven his father. He never wanted to forgive his father. He loved Erebor, how could he not? It was his home, his life. Its halls contained fond childhood memories, helping his brother learn to wield a sword, where he first heard he would be an uncle. Yet it was slowly becoming a prison, suffocation threatening to swallow the prince while as more and more “duty” continued to be placed in front of him with no end in sight.

It left Thorin feeling hollow, a shell of who he used to be before his entire being became about Erebor. Every word, every breath, every waking moment was dedicated to Erebor. His life was bound to Erebor’s fate and forever would be.

A sudden prick of pain was felt in his left hip. He hissed and looked to the seamstress with a slight frown, who was looking back with a worried expression. “I’m sorry, my lord. I did not mean to-“

“It’s alright… just be a little more careful.” Thorin mumbled while he looked back to the wall. The seamstress gave a nod and continued her work. She was adding silver thread into his royal blue tunic. “And you do not have to call me ‘my lord’.” He said under his breath.

The seamstress gave a small laugh and looked up at Thorin with a smile. “Right. And let the king hear…? He’d have my head.” She said while pinning some fabric in place. The seamstress let out a soft sigh while she stood, examining her work. “You’re a good prince, my lord. You’re attentive to the people and put their needs above your own.“

A scoff escaped the prince’s lips as he looked straight at the wall, eyeing the tapestry that hung there. It was of the line of Durin. “Right. And I suppose that’s all that matters…? Sacrifice.” He muttered in response. The seamstress removed the white furs from Thorin’s shoulders and hung them in a rack. “Are we done here?”

“We are.” The seamstress said while she glanced at the prince. “Feel free to change behind the curtain. I’ll gather the clothes we worked on today.” Another small smile. “Good luck, my lord.”

“Oy, get yer head out of the clouds!” Came a rough growl as Thorin fell against hard stone floors. A loud grunt escaped him while the rough surface scraped his skin and drew blood. Heavy breathing left the dwarf before he came up back to his feet, gripping onto his sword tightly. “You can't be this preoccupied with wedding planning.” Another rough chuckle and crossed arms.

“Shut up.” Thorin grumbled as he glared at the other dwarf, his best friend, Dwalin. “I don’t actually plan the wedding, I listen to everyone else plan it for me.” He said while putting himself into a lowered stance. “Not that I actually want to plan it.”

Dwalin smirked and readied his axe, his grip tightening on the handle. “You don’t have anything you’d like to change?” This is where Thorin felt most free… on Ravenhill, sparring with the one person he felt listened to him. “Not even your spouse?”

Thorin made the first charge, swinging his sword at Dwalin who used his axe to block. “I would prefer if I didn’t have to marry at all.” They separated, Dwalin circling the prince. “But as for my spouse, I just wish it wasn’t something as weak as a rabbit.” He muttered. Another lunge from Dwalin, Thorin rolled away. “Another person for me to protect… to spend every other thought and waking moment worried for their safety.” Thorin swiped at Dwalin’s axe, who caught it on the haft.

With one smooth motion, Dwalin was able to pull the sword from Thorin’s hands to disarm him. “Better than an elf, right?” He asked with a chuckle. With another swift move he was able to dislodge the sword from his axe and throw it out of the arena.

This made Thorin growl lowly at the mention of the slender figures, ears laying flat against his head. “Do not even joke about that. I would rather rip my own beard out than marry an elf. Those damned sticks with antlers….” He grunted while he moved closer to Dwalin. They shook hands before Dwalin yanked Thorin into a tight hug.

“I didn’t specify Mirkwood elves.” The other chuckled into his best friend’s ear. Thorin gave a playful snap to Dwaliln’s good ear which resulted in the two of them laughing. “But I understand, I would not want to marry an elf either.”

After Thorin grabbed his sword and put it away, he moved back toward his room in Erebor. The prince drew himself a bath and gladly emerged himself in the hot water. A long groan escaped his lips as he let the stress of the upcoming wedding ceremony melt away. Sparring with Dwalin and taking these baths seemed to be the only times he truly got to be himself and carefree. “A hobbit… out of all creatures. Better than an elf.” He grumbled and scratched at his beard.

The prince closed his eyes while he slowly sank further into the water. Sometimes he wished he could just sink forever and ever and let every single worry fade into the inevitable darkness. But Thorin just grabbed a purple crystal bottle from the side of the bath and poured its contents into his hands. After lathering it in his hands he lathered it into his hair. The smell of lavender filled the steamy room and Thorin relaxed even further into the water.

Lavender was best used for relaxation, if he was to trust Balin’s words on it. But the scent also made his mind wander to the hobbit bunny whom he was to marry. The image of cotton tails and long ears plagued his mind… a small twitchy fearful thing that would more than likely cower and flinch at every little noise or shadow.

“A hobbit… it had to be a hobbit….” Thorin muttered as he scrubbed some of the hair wash into his beard. He grabbed a pitcher that sat on the side of the bath and filled it with water, soon pouring it over his head to wash away the soap. “I doubt it even understands why it’s here… why it was chosen.” He splashed more water on his head, his ears flicking away excess.

But Thorin had already been berated by Balin before the older dwarf had set off with his father. He had told Thorin to be nice, to give Master… Boggins? Was that his name? Whatever it was, a chance to prove himself. “What good can that hobbit do for me….? Unless father wants… children out of me.” He almost grimaced at the thought.

Thorin didn’t think he could be a fantastic father. Sure he loved his sister-sons, Fili and Kili, and treated them as his own, but it was different when they weren’t his own and he could get away with lack of rules and overindulgence. But to raise his own, to have his own child to protect and teach and try to make a good future face of Erebor, it made his head spin.

After all, his own relationship with Thrain was becoming more and more strained as the days went on. Every new duty and command that fell from Thrain’s lips had Thorin feeling more isolated and alone, more helpless as the weight of the entire future of Erebor rested upon his shoulders.

Perhaps he should get out of the bath soon… he didn’t wish to harbor such saddening thoughts while he was trying to just relax. So Thorin just scrubbed at his body with a soap bar and soon drained the tub. He took several deep breaths to calm himself while he dried off. “Perhaps the hobbit could… be good for taking my mind off things. They are creatures of leisure after all… maybe he’ll help me find my own peace.” And with that, Thorin changed into his sleep wear and laid in bed and drifted off to sleep.

When the big day came that Thrain would return with the hobbit in hand, Thorin felt sick. He was unsure of what he would say, what he would do when he came face to face with the tiny creature. And even then, he wasn’t sure what this particular hobbit looked like. Thrain and Balin kept that fun secret all to themselves, whispering in the darkest of night as they planned Thorin’s future without him.

Despite being nervous and in all honesty scared, the prince made a valiant effort to ready himself. He even ignored Dwalin’s offer to let off some steam at Ravenhill so he wouldn’t be dirty by the time his fiancé arrived. But the hours dwindled into the wee dark ones of the night, Thorin was waiting in a council room. He expected that is where Thrain would be headed, after all Thorin needed to meet with his hobbit to discuss the marriage and to get to know the other.

But the night grew longer and Thorin’s back was starting to hurt from sitting in the stiff chair. Eventually, he heard muffled voices outside of the doors. So he pressed his ear to them to try and hear if they belonged to his father. “Ah, Balin. If you don’t mind, could you lead Master Baggins to his temporary chambers for now?” Came Thrain’s familiar voice. Thorin’s fluffy ears twitched. Baggins not Boggins, he would try to remember that.

He heard a few more muffled sentences before he heard footsteps approach the council room. So Thorin threw himself back from the door and stood attentive. He made sure his tail was still and his face stoic, ready for Thrain to approach him. The doors opened and Thrain soon walked in, eyes immediately catching Thorin’s. Thrain cleared his throat. “I see you’re eager to meet your husband.” He said while taking in Thorin’s tense form. “You’ll have to wait until tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Thorin frowned. “There are only two days left until the ceremony. Why can I not meet him now and get niceties out of the way?” He asked while his ears fell against his head. He approached Thrain, who was quick to step forward to keep his domineering position.

The older dwarf leaned down to be as close as possible to Thorin’s head. “Do I need a reason? Last I checked, Thorin, I was still the king. And what I say goes.” Thrain muttered into his son’s ear. Thorin’s chest tightened and his tail, unfortunately, tucked between his legs. Thorin’s heart raced in his chest, his eyes no longer focused on his father but the stone floors. He eyed the pebbles and chipped flooring, noticing how there were many a scrape from the chairs over the many many years of meetings. “You will meet him tomorrow and you will look your best and act your best.” Thrain added before he turned away from Thorin and began to make his way out of the council room.

After using these moments alone to steady his breathing and calm his nerves, Thorin began to make his way toward his chambers. As he walked along the halls and eyed the many portraits of his ancestors he picked up a faint scent. His nose twitched and his tail flicked in interest. It was enticing… earthy with a swirl of honey and vanilla. It was unlike anything he had ever smelled before. It had to be the hobbit… but why was he in the royal halls? The hobbit wasn’t considered royalty yet. But he would be lying if he said he wasn’t interested in the scent… and would Thrain truly know if he decided to take a peek?

Thorin walked past his own chamber doors and toward the ones in the far hall. Betrothal suites he believed they were called. He used to have no real reason to care, besides Dis’ wedding years ago, and even then he knew for a fact that Vili was not spending his nights in the betrothal suites. As he walked closer he could see a white fluffy tail sticking out from the doors. A smile made way to Thorin’s face and his own tail began to wag, recognizing it belonged to Balin.

Thorin considered calling out his friend’s name but the moment he opened his mouth, Balin had started to move away. “I should be off to let you rest. Good night and sleep well, Master Baggins.” Balin said to the person on the other side of the doors. That had Thorin’s heart stopping. Of course it was his fiance. Thorin began to rush over so he may get a glimpse of who this hobbit bunny was, but Balin had shut the oak doors before Thorin could even get there. Balin turned to leave but stood still when he saw the prince standing before him. “Ah, Thorin.” Balin smiled and gave a bow. “How have you been since our departure?” He asked.

Thorin returned the bow to Balin and glanced at the oak doors. “Things have been well. There are some dwarves who are not too happy with the thought of a hobbit consort but I have Nori and Dwalin on the case.” He said while he tried to move past the older dwarf. But Balin moved to stay in front of Thorin, causing a grunt to escape the prince.

“That’s good, though I hope my brother is behaving himself and not threatening a beheading to every disgruntled dwarf.” Balin chuckled while he watched Thorin’s desperate attempts to get closer and closer to the door. “Trying to take a peek, huh?” He asked with a smile.

That made Thorin stop and his face flush. He knew he must have looked like a pebble that was experiencing a rut for the first time with how his tail wagged wildly. “I am. I smelled the hobbit and grew… curious.” He admitted, feeling safe enough to let Balin know what his intentions were. Despite Balin being his father’s advisor, he trusted him more than anyone, besides Dwalin.

Balin tilted his head at Thorin’s words in slight confusion, before he grinned and moved away from the prince’s path. “Ah, then who am I to stand in your way, lad?” He asked while began to walk away from the royal suites. “Just be gentle, he’s a child of the West after all.” He chuckled while his own tail wagged quickly. Thorin rose a brow at Balin’s actions but he ignored it.

He stood in front of the oak doors, readying himself for the first interaction he would ever have with his fiance. “Don’t fret, Thorin. He’s a hobbit, what can he do?” Thorin muttered to himself, clenching and unclenching his fists. After psyching himself up for a good fifteen minutes, Thorin knocked on the oak doors. This was it, he was going to meet the hobbit. He held his breath and waited… but got no answer.

Thorin gave another, harsher, knock, yet no answer still. He waited another five minutes before he let his own needs take over and made his way into the room. He looked around with curiosity, noticing the lantern on the nightstand was still on. Yet the hobbit was not on the bed or anywhere in the room… yet the sound of running water caught his ears. He looked to the connected bathroom, which the door was partially closed, and he began to stealthily make his way over.

This was a bad idea. Why was he invading this thing’s privacy? But the earthy honey vanilla scent just got stronger and Thorin was pulled to the bathroom as if a siren was calling to him. He wanted to open his mouth, to say something to draw the hobbit’s attention to himself, but he also wanted to stay silent as to not scare the poor rabbit right away.

So Thorin just slowly and carefully tread to the bathroom doors. He took another couple of sniffs as the scent covered him, pervading his thoughts. His tail wagged only faster as he slowly pushed the bathroom door open and looked inside. But when he did, he did not see a hobbit in the bath despite the running water. He rose a brow and walked in.

The prince turned the faucets off so the water wouldn’t overflow and spill onto the floor. “There, now that seems to be in-” a sudden sharp hit to the side of his head had Thorin stumbling forward and falling face first into the tub, immediately falling unconscious.

Chapter 4

Summary:

Bilbo and Thorin finally meet and Bilbo gets some questions answered!

Notes:

I plan to add art to this chapter and previous chapters! So stay tuned for that!
Edit: art to go with the chapter has been uploaded!

Shit. Did he just do that? He must have! There was an unconscious dwarf now facedown in a tub full of water in his bathroom. Bilbo was shaking as he held the silver pitcher in hand, his long ears flopped over and his eyes completely focused on the dwarf.

He had no idea who this stranger was or why he was in his room but Bilbo had heard the rough knocks and grew nervous. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do in such a situation. So he stayed silent in his bathroom, naked, and waited for the stranger to leave. But when they entered the door and began to stalk toward the bathroom, Bilbo grabbed the closest weapon he could, which was a metal pitcher.

And the moment the stranger entered the bathroom, Bilbo had hidden behind the door. When he got a good view and angle, Bilbo struck him in hopes to get him away. But it looks like he just about killed this man. Or if he wasn’t dead, then he was definitely drowning because he was in the bath.

So the bunny dropped his pitcher and moved to grab onto the wolf’s shoulders. He tugged and pulled, his hands tightly gripping the silver furs as he yanked the dwarf out of the tub. “Oh Yavanna!” He gasped and soon was able to throw the unconscious dwarf onto the floor. He was as heavy as stone to the poor bunny. “Dear me…”

Yet the sight of the wolf didn’t frighten Bilbo again. Instead he seemed intrigued, curious. He tilted his head and moved closer to the dwarf and sniffed at him. He certainly was handsome, that scruffy black beard with a bead near the end. Though it was shorter than Thrain or Balin’s, or the other dwarves he was on the journey with.

Bilbo was on his hands and knees, pressing his long ears against the dwarf’s chest so he may listen to his heartbeat. It was steady… so Bilbo had gotten him out long before he could even inhale water. He sighed in relief before he continued to examine the stranger. “I wonder what your name is…” he said while his nimble hands made their way across the stranger’s clothes. “You certainly are big… handsome. Your hair is like raven wings…” he smiled.

But Bilbo noticed the dwarf’s scent. Pine and ash… and flame. The small bunny’s nose twitched as he leaned forward, sniffing the body’s scent as his tail wagged wildly. “Wow… you smell wonderful.” He muttered while he leaned even closer to the dwarf's chest.

“Do you say that to all the dwarrow you knock unconscious?” Asked a gruff voice. Bilbo’s heart stopped as he threw himself back in horror. That’s when he saw it, brilliant blue eyes staring right at him, in all his naked glory. Bilbo rushed to cover himself with his hands. The dwarf started to stand, or at least, attempted to. Large clawed hands gripped onto the side of the bath as he pushed up. And Bilbo realized then and there what a dwarf in his absolute prime looked like. But he was getting up slowly and rubbing at the spot Bilbo had bashed. So the hobbit took that small grace to rush out of the bathroom to get dressed. “Wait!” Bilbo could hear the dwarf cry.

However, Bilbo did not care. He was quick to pull on smalls and a silk Ereborian blue robe that was in his armoire. His first night in Erebor and already he was smashing in the skulls of random dwarves and running around naked, how embarrassing. His mother would scold him for his brash actions and his father would laugh at the absurdity of it all. Damn it.

Soon the attractive stranger stumbled out of the bathroom and into Bilbo’s room, his eyes immediately falling on him. “Hey, wait-” He started while he walked closer to Bilbo. The bunny was quick to dash to the door, his hands vying for the handles. But the wolf was faster, and had bigger strides, so he raced toward Bilbo and wrapped his giant paws around the bunny’s waist to drag him back. “Come here!” He snapped.

Bilbo squealed and struggled, his legs kicking and swinging as best he could so he could escape the wolf’s grip. “Let go of me you heathen!” He demanded before one of those large hands covered his mouth. Bilbo continued to struggle and thrash about.

“Quiet, if my father hears he’ll give me an earful about disobeying his orders.” The stranger muttered into Bilbo’s floppy ears. A swift maneuver later and Bilbo was being held under the dwarf’s armpit. He locked the door and carried the small bunny back to the bed. “I’m not here to harm you, quite the opposite.” He soon set Bilbo on the bed but kept a tight grip on the back of his neck, the other hand still covering Bilbo’s mouth. “If you stay quiet and don’t attempt to run, I will explain everything….” He muttered before he let go of the twitching thing.

As soon as the dwarf let go of him, Bilbo was still and silent. He pulled his knees to his chest so he could protect himself. He wasn’t sure if he should speak first or if he should wait for this dwarf. He remembered his words… his father? The dwarf was not supposed to see him? Why was that? Was it because he was the consort to be? Though he took the time to appreciate the appearance of the wolf. He was very beautiful… especially conscious.

A deep sigh escaping the dwarf had pulled Bilbo from his thoughts. He looked up at the wolf, who was rubbing the back of his neck. The wolf moved closer to Bilbo, sniffing him with a serene expression. “Mm… the name is Thorin Oakenshield, your fiance and Prince Under the Mountain.” He said while he stared at the small bunny.

Shit. Not only did he knock out a dwarf on his first night, it was his fiance! Suddenly, Bilbo’s skin felt clammy and his stomach twisted into knots. “O-oh… whoops?” He gave the wolf a sheepish smile. He felt so guilty and stupid, of course this is how their first meeting would go. He was a fool of a Took. “A-and I am Bilbo Baggins, your fiance.” He said as he felt his stomach continue to turn.

Thorin just stared at Bilbo, as if unsure how to feel about him. Bilbo worried it was due to their less than stellar meeting. After all, the prince was just knocked unconscious by a bunny. That could not have been good for his ego. “You hit me in the head with a pitcher.” He said matter-of-factly. And there it was.

Those words made Bilbo flinch. “I-I’m so sorry, my lord. I did not mean to harm you, I just- I assumed you were an intruder and was doing my best to make sure you couldn’t harm me.” Bilbo began to stammer before Thorin placed a claw against his lips, silencing him.

“Do not fret or misunderstand. It was not ideal, but it does show you are at least semi capable of taking care of yourself.” Thorin said as his tail began to slightly wave. He eyed Bilbo and sniffed him again. “Mm, gives me one less thing to worry about.” His clawed hand reached out for Bilbo to touch his soft body once again. “But you still got caught by me despite your great headstart.” He muttered.

Bilbo scoot on the bed away from Thorin’s claw. He frowned at his words, not offended but definitely not happy. “I am quite smaller than you and I was beyond frightened. After all, a fanged stranger entered my bathroom in a mountain I have no familiarity with.” Bilbo retorted as he looked away. His ears twitched when he heard a small grumble escape from the dwarf.

“Yes, but you knocked me out. You can clearly somewhat take care of yourself.” Thorin muttered. This was not a good start. Bilbo felt cornered by the other. What even was the point of this? “But to get to the matter at hand,” Ah, there we go. “I wanted to meet you, see what I would be working with.”

“Working with?!” The words left faster than Bilbo could stop them, but he did not like being insulted. Thorin quickly slapped his hand on Bilbo’s mouth, looking to the door with narrowed eyes.

“I said quiet.” He removed his hand.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I’ll just be offended at an acceptable volume.” Bilbo glared at Thorin, now growing frustrated with the dwarf prince. “You do not get to just insult me and get upset when I am rightfully mad!”

Thorin rolled his eyes and groaned as he swung his legs off the bed. “I forget, you’re a hobbit. A fussy little thing that would yell in my ear if a speck of dirt got on your clothes.” He scoffed, quickly losing interest in conversing with the hobbit, which only frustrated Bilbo more

The hobbit huffed and crossed his arms. “Excuse me, I may be a hobbit, but I am not a whiny fussy thing! I spend time in dirt quite often thanks to my garden!” He was quick to defend himself. And yes, he may have been a tad bit fussy throughout the journey due to the length of it and lack of proper bedding, but he was not afraid of dirt. “I would like to see you bent over a flower bed and carefully spreading the seeds.”

Thorin turned toward Bilbo, raising a brow at his choice of words, which Bilbo did catch, his face was a bright red. “Oh, so you’d like to see me bent over?” He smirked, liking how flustered the small bunny was. It was rather entertaining… and may just save this conversation.

Jaw agape, Bilbo felt his ears twitch as he grew flustered. “Y-you know what I meant!” Bilbo said quickly, causing Thorin to chuckle. And that was the first time he heard that sound… a deep rumble and the dwarf was smiling now. And his fangs were pearly white and perfect… they caused butterflies in his stomach. Thorin truly was an attractive dwarf. The only thing that broke him from his trance were the soft thumps coming from behind Thorin. A quick glance told Bilbo that it was the wolf’s tail wagging and hitting the bed. Oh that had Bilbo squealing inside, being the cause of his fiance’s wagging tail had his heart beating quickly.

“I suppose I do.” Another toothy grin from the dwarf.

“Enough, why did you even come here? You mentioned Thrain would be upset if he found out you were here.” Bilbo questioned as he moved a little closer to Thorin. But immediately, the dwarf’s tail stopped wagging and his smile disappeared. That only made Bilbo feel… sad. The Thrain he knew on the journey was kind and gentle, understanding. Why did Thorin not seem happy at the mention of him?

The silence in the air was heavy and thick, only making Bilbo more and more uncomfortable. It seemed Thorin was really hesitant to speak after Bilbo brought up Thrain. After another stretch of unbearable silence, Thorin sucked in a deep breath and opened his mouth to speak. “As I said, I wanted to meet you. I did not mean to barge in on you getting ready to bathe, but I did not wish to wait until tomorrow.” Thorin cleared his throat. “I want to know who I am marrying, to discuss anything that may be confusing or you don’t know.”

Bilbo could understand that. He would rather know Thorin a bit more before they married. It would help them grow more comfortable with each other, especially if they were to… consummate the marriage. That was the part Bilbo was most worried about. He wasn’t a virgin by any means, most hobbits were free with their bodies as they indulged in all the pleasures of life as often as they could. “There are some questions I have. Balin was supposed to talk to me about them tomorrow.” Bilbo said as he scratched at his head.

“Would you like them answered now?” Thorin asked with a hum. For a moment Bilbo was unsure how to answer. He would rather talk with Balin.

“Yes.” Bilbo said under his breath. He took a sharp inhale. “First, my property. I had a home in the Shire, Bag End. What will become of it? Balin said it was a question for my husband. I have a friend watching it for now.” He wanted to be sure his parents house would be taken care of.

“Seeing as it it legally your property, it is my property too. We can keep it as is and we can keep in touch with the Thain to make sure it is being taken care of.” Thorin answered quickly, eyes focused on Bilbo. He was surprised Bilbo was worried about his house, but he understood. He wasn’t sure what he would do if he was forced to leave Erebor.

A sigh of relief left Bilbo as he eyed Thorin. “Thank you. Perhaps we can… visit Bag End every so often…?” He asked while scooting closer to Thorin, his tail wagging a bit eagerly.

Thorin opened his mouth to agree but he held his tongue. He wasn’t sure if he would be able to do as the hobbit desired while Thrain was in charge. Thrain would most likely want them to remain in Erebor for most of their time. “I would like to think so. I don’t want you to feel like you can’t visit your old home.

Old home…? Bilbo supposed that’s what Bag End was now. His old home… Erebor was his new home. “Thank you. It’s important to me.” He said quickly. He took a couple of seconds before deciding his next question. “I know we must consummate the marriage.” Thorin nearly choked on air at that. “Does it matter if… if I am a virgin…?” He asked.

Thorin was in shock at that question. He felt his mouth go dry and throat tighten. Was this the hobbit’s way of confessing he was not a virgin? The dwarf’s tail was still and his ears were at attention. While it was expected that most dwarves first times were with their Ones, he wasn’t sure if hobbits lived by that same standard. He knew they were creatures of comfort and pleasure… eating and sleeping and lazing. And most were…. Bunnies.

The thought had him swallowing hard. For some reason he did not like the thought of someone else having laid claim to the hobbit. Someone first ravaging him… kissing his neck and collarbone, pressing teeth to tender flesh and leaving behind evidence of coupling. Then the thought some other hobbit had heard Bilbo’s first ever moans… that someone else was the first to elicit that reaction. The thought someone else had Bilbo’s delightful scent all to themselves for a night, it had something stirring within his chest.

He couldn’t understand these feelings. But he came to the conclusion that it was because he was the one who was supposed to marry Bilbo. That he was merely uncomfortable with the thought of Bilbo’s past merely because it would no longer be relevant. “No. It does not matter.”

Another sigh of relief escaped the hobbit, his little tail wagging faster. It caused Thorin’s tail to wag faster as well, the soft thing hitting Bilbo’s mattress. “What will the ceremony consist of?” Bilbo asked.

Great, another question with a long answer. “Well, it starts with a royal bath. The servants will enter our chambers and bathe us vigorously and lather us in fine smelling oils and perfumes.” Thorin started, wondering what Bilbo would think of it so far. The bunny looked shocked, face flushed, which Thorin had to admit was cute.

“Then we are clothed in fine robes and furs, golden and silver jewelry. Then when we get to the main hall where the ceremony is taking place, we’ll braid each other’s hair and exchange rings.” Thorin cleared his throat, his face growing hot at the thought of the hobbit touching and braiding his hair. No one ever touched his hair in such a way before. It would be new. He could only hope he wouldn’t give a huge reaction.

Though the next part was something he was anxious about, in both a good and bad way. “Then when we are officially married, I will be presented with the Arkenstone and I will take it in hand and accept it.” He said with a husky tone, unsure of his feelings toward the stone. It was the heart of the mountain… the king’s stone and an ethereal beauty that stunned all who gazed upon it.

But none fell in love with it faster or harder than Thror. He spent days cooing at it and kissing it when he thought no one was looking. But Thorin had seen it… he remembered quite a few nights where he had to retrieve his grandfather from the treasure room and move him to his chambers. The older dwarf would be screaming and kicking and hitting, insisting Thorin was attempting to take the Arkenstone from his hands. “My heart! He plans to steal my heart!” Thror would roar.

Thorin would never forget those days. He swore to never let himself fall into the same sickness Thror had, and he believed he had done a good job so far at staying the madness. But the tradition of taking the Arkenstone in hand, of holding it close to his heart and feeling it’s shine, had him worrying.

“That seems reasonable.” Bilbo’s voice snapped Thorin out of his thoughts. When Thorin refocused his attention on the hobbit, who had let out a small yawn. It caused the little thing’s nose to twitch which made Thorin’s heart skip a bit. Mahal above, this thing was a bunny through and through. “I apologize. It is rather late and I still need to take a bath and get some rest for tomorrow. Perhaps we can discuss this more in the morning over breakfast.” The hobbit suggested while he slowly slid off the bed.

The Prince Under the Mountain watched Bilbo walk toward the bathroom again. Right, he had unconventionally interrupted his bath. “I’m sorry for keeping you up so late.” Thorin was quick to say. Their meeting may not have started with a bang but he wanted it to at least end well.

Bilbo stopped in his tracks. He looked to Thorin with a smile and waggled his tail. “It was no bother. Good night, Thorin.” It was then Thorin noticed how the robe rested above the tail and slightly exposed the rear end of the hobbit. And Mahal above was it perky, round… and big. Oh so big. But he looked back to Bilbo’s face and tried his best to act unaffected.

“Good night, Bilbo.” The wolf coughed and immediately began to stalk out of the room, his furs swinging with him as he exited the hobbit’s room. When he closed the oak doors behind him, Thorin finally let out a large breath he didn’t even realize he was holding. There was no way he was acting like a pebble and letting his carnal desires start to bubble up. “Damn that hobbit… he’s got a spell in the works, I just know it.” He grumbled all while he walked toward his own chambers.

But the image of Bilbo’s plush ass stayed in Thorin’s head the entire night. And his scent lingered…. It surrounded Thorin and haunted him no matter how much Thorin tried to ignore it. He tossed and turned. “Damn that bunny. He must have done this on purpose… mess with my mind so I could be easy to sway once we are married.” Thorin muttered into his pillow while he curled up in his bed, tail wagging wildly as he remembered the way Bilbo’s nose twitched. And suddenly his… hammer grew hard and Thorin covered his face in complete embarrassment.

“By my beard… that hobbit will be the death of me.”

Notes:

I hope you liked their first interaction! And as always I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 5

When the morning came, Thorin had done his best to make his appearance acceptable for Bilbo. Thrain would be under the impression that this is Thorin and Bilbo’s first time meeting each other. But Thorin would know otherwise. 

Thorin would have the knowledge of Bilbo’s honeyed scent, his sage green eyes that sparkled like well polished jade, and the cute little fluffy tail that he wouldn’t mind tugging on. And for a moment, he felt a sting of envy that Thrain had experienced those things before he did. It made him frown while he pulled on a black tunic with grey stitching and white furs. 

Thorin combed through his hair with a fairly large wooden comb. He had added a small amount of oil that smelled of jasmine to give it a shine, before he braided a plain braid on either side of his head. With an approving nod, Thorin turned from his mirror and made his way out of his chambers. He just hoped Bilbo, who should be well-rested now, would still be as kind as he was the night before. 

In the dining hall sat Thrain, Balin, and Bilbo. They were all eating and seemingly were in deep conversation, at least Balin and Thrain were. Bilbo seemed more interested in the food he was eating out of his bowl. And he saw it again, Bilbo’s nose twitching. That helped seal the deal and allow Thorin to walk further into the dining hall and clear his throat. 

Immediately all three heads turned to the prince. Balin and Bilbo both gave him a smile, though Thrain had a serious expression on his face. It was obvious he had something he wanted to discuss, if that furrowed brow was anything to go by. “Thorin, how nice of you to join us.” Thrain said while he watched Thorin sit at the table, sitting in front of Bilbo. 

Bilbo continued to eat, tail wagging quickly and thumping against the chair. It seemed he was eating a bowl of oatmeal with strawberries and blueberries put into it. The clicking sound of a spoon dropping was heard and he looked to Thorin. “Good morning, Thorin.” He said before eating another spoonful of oatmeal. 

“Good morning.” Thorin gave a nod while he looked to Thrain. “I assume we’re going to discuss the details of the wedding ceremony.” He placed his hands on the table, fingers laced together. 

Thrain looked to Balin then Bilbo before redirecting his attention back to Thorin. The silence was so loud it hurt. “Yes. We will.” Thrain waved away some servants who stood at the doors of the dining hall, dismissing them. 

The discussion was mostly the exact same bullet points Thorin went over with Bilbo the night before. The bath, the braids, the Arkenstone. “After that we shall feast, Master Baggins. There will be drinks and food, dancing, many a fun time.” Thrain chuckled as he pat Bilbo’s back. 

Bilbo laughed and smiled as his back was pat. Thorin watched with a frown, something in his chest aching at the sight of Thrain being so close with the hobbit. “I am quite glad about that. Hobbits are very skilled when it comes to dancing and drinking, I’m sure I could dance circles around Thorin.” He said and looked to the wolf with a large grin. 

Thorin blushed at his words, looking away with a stifled smile. “It seems like you two are already well acquainted. How swell, considering you just met.” Thrain said while shifting his gaze between the two, but he just cleared his throat. “That’s good. It will make the consummation much easier.” 

Both Thorin and Bilbo seemed to choke at those words, especially Bilbo. He was eating some oatmeal when Thrain spoke and the sudden news caused the hobbit to gasp and cough harshly. He tried to clear his throat, thankfully Balin was quick to assist and pat Bilbo’s back. Soon the hobbit coughed up the small bit of oatmeal, tears welling in his eyes. 

“Excuse me?!” Bilbo cried out as he wiped the tears from his eyes and pushed his bowl of oatmeal away. 

“I was under the impression you knew of the consummation, Master Baggins.” Thrain said with a raised brow. 

“I am, I just didn’t expect it to be talked about so brazenly.” The hobbit retorted as he crossed his arms. He was not happy with how it was discussed as if it wasn’t such an intimate act. Like him and Thorin were merely animals. The bunny’s ears flopped over.

Thorin shared a look with Balin before the older dwarf looked to Thrain. “Master Baggins is right, we should discuss this in a council room.” Balin suggested to Thrain, not wanting either of the two to be subject to this humiliation. 

“Oh very well.” Thrain flippantly waved his hand and continued to eat his own breakfast. A sigh of relief escaped both Bilbo and Thorin as they continued to eat. An air of awkwardness now occupied the dining hall, three of the four guests just silently eating. Thrain seemed to be the only one not too affected. 

After breakfast, the four moved into one of the council rooms for the sake of Thorin and Bilbo. “Now, Master Baggins, I hear hobbits, especially rabbits, of all genders can bear children.” Thrain was quick to say as soon as the doors closed behind them. It was as if he could not wait a moment longer, and yet he was not the one getting married.

Another long bout of unbearable silence. Bilbo was tomato red, mouth agape in pure shock at his words. Thorin glanced at the bunny, wondering if this was true… his own tail began to wag in curiosity. The primal desire to breed was overwhelming, yet the fear of turning out like Thrain -like Thror- it made Thorin hesitant. He refused to turn out that way. To give in to his base instincts and potentially hurt Bilbo, the only innocent party in all of this.

After a couple seconds of stammering, Bilbo cleared his throat and tried to steady himself. “Yes. Hobbits of all genders can carry children.” He murmured under his breath while he looked away from Thrain and to the floor. It was clear the poor thing was humiliated. 

Thorin’s tail was now subconsciously wagging faster but quickly he tried to grab it and make it keep still. “But it is not necessary, is it? Fili is already my heir and will take the throne after me.” He interjected as he looked to Bilbo, hoping to save the hobbit at least a little bit of dignity. “There is no need to try for a child straight away.” 

“He is right, my lord.” Balin looked to Thrain. “Fili is already Thorin’s heir. If Prince Thorin wants a child then it would be of his own desire and not one of necessity for the throne.” 

A sigh of relief left Thorin and looked to Balin with a grateful expression. He was glad that the older dwarf had his back in this situation, Thrain just about always listened to Balin. “You are correct… there is no immediate need for Thorin to have children. Not sure if I’d want some cross-breed taking the throne anyway.” Thrain muttered while stroking his beard, his ringed fingers toying with the strands of hair.

Both Bilbo and Thorin frowned at this. Thorin seemed more embarrassed that his father would say such things but Bilbo seemed a bit more… angry..? He wasn’t sure. The small hobbit’s ears flopped over and he crossed his arms in what appeared to be discomfort. “Well. Now that we’ve met and most of the wedding ceremony has been discussed, shall we move on?” Bilbo asked as steadily through clenched teeth as he could. 

“And what else could you possibly want to know? You’ve been asking questions all morning and the entirety of the trip.” Thrain said with an almost exasperated tone. The facade was starting to fade away and Thorin could see it.

“What are my duties as a consort? Surely I’m not expected to just be another jewel for Thorin’s crown.” And that seemed to stun Thrain. He obviously wasn’t expecting Bilbo to ask such a question. The dwarf king just looked to Bilbo then glanced at Thorin and Balin. It was as if he was expecting to be saved. 

Though the question intrigued Thorin also. He wasn’t sure what all the bunny could and could not do as a consort. After all, there hadn’t been a non-dwarf consort before. Bilbo certainly couldn’t make his own treaties, laws, or have the final say in any council setting, as a consort anyway.

But Bilbo had a point. They practically abducted him from the Shire for this marriage and yet they were going to ask him to sit still and be pretty? To be Thorin’s husband and bed warmer? Well… only if Bilbo decided he would like to warm Thorin’s bed. He would never force the hobbit into such acts. 

Finally, someone spoke. “You will be the ambassador for and help maintain the relationship between Erebor and the Shire.” Balin had said and smiled at Bilbo, tail wagging. “Your Thain will talk with you and you will report it back to us at council meetings to keep the peace.” 

“Seems… reasonable.” Bilbo said, just glad he wasn't expected to be a pretty little hobbit toy for Thorin and Thrain to gladly parade around to show their “allegiance” with the Shire. That he would be able to use his knowledge and personable skills. 

“Sounds more than reasonable.” Thrain said with a grunt. It seemed he was not too happy with the arrangement. “Well. Thorin, take Master Baggins to the seamstress so she may make the adjustments to his wedding garb.” He said and looked to Balin. “Come with me.” He instructed of the other before he began to walk out of the council room. 

Balin trailed behind for just a second. He looked to Thorin and whispered. “We will be quite busy with the wedding preparations ourselves… feel free to better know Master Baggins some more.” He smiled and gave a subtle wink, which caused Thorin’s face to turn a light pink as Balin walked away.

Though it was the slight wagging of his tail that had Thorin growing more embarrassed. He looked to Bilbo, who seemed distracted and in his own head… as if thinking about what he was told. So the wolf gently tapped Bilbo’s shoulder, which snapped the bunny out of his thoughts. He turned around quickly. “Oh, sorry… I just got lost in thought.” He whispered softly. “You were to show me to the seamstress?” He asked. 

“Indeed. Follow me.” Thorin turned away and began to lead Bilbo out of the council room. “I apologize for my fathers behavior. He’s a good man. Yet this wedding seems to be quite a strain on him.” He said and looked to the small hobbit. Even when not eyeing him, he could hear his small footsteps. It made him smile… it was quite a cute thing. 

“I don’t blame him. I’m quite stressed… still gives no reason to say such things. I’m the one getting married here and I found no reason to bring those topics up.” Bilbo had grumbled as he looked to Thorin. Their eyes met for a moment and a brief burst of electricity ran through the wolf. 

He could forever be lost in those sea foam green eyes… yet he cleared his throat and looked away. No time to be falling for the hobbit. “I understand. It was both uncomfortable and uncalled for….” Thorin muttered as they soon approached the seamstress’s shop. He knocked on the door and waited for a moment. 

“So were my clothes decided beforehand?” Bilbo asked curiously while tilting his head. 

“Yes. They were decided before your agreement. Yet the seamstress has been working hard to match the measurements Balin sent back to us. She’ll just need to make more adjustments with you in person.” Thorin explained before the door opened. 

The seamstress gave them a smile and allowed Thorin and Bilbo in. “Ah, how pleasant to see you again, my lord. And a pleasure to meet you, Consort Baggins.” She gave a soft giggle and watched the two walk inside. 

Bilbo was very surprised by the dwarrowdam’s appearance. He knew they more than likely had beards, yet he wasn’t entirely sure since he hadn’t ever seen one before. But she was quite gorgeous, with olive skin, golden hair that was pulled into a bun and hazel eyes. Her beard was curly and pulled into a split braid. For a moment he thought she was more beautiful than the elves. 

“Just Bilbo is fine. May I have your name?” Bilbo asked while he was pulled to the middle of the room. The dwarrowdam had him step on a small wooden platform. 

“The name is Hilde.” She smiled at the hobbit and immediately walked to the rack she had hung his wedding garb on. “Your feet are bigger than I thought they’d be, just like a rabbit’s foot.” Hilde gave a giggle while grabbing a royal blue coat with black fur lining. “But I’m sure we’ll find boots that will-“ 

“No, no boots.” Bilbo quickly interrupted the seamstress. Sudden guilt filled him at how rude he must have seemed, but it was not something he could just push aside. “I’m sorry, but hobbits don’t wear shoes, under any circumstance.” 

Hilde nodded and Bilbo allowed her to direct his body however she deemed fit, she was the boss in this room after all. “Consort Bilbo, you may need to remove your current clothing besides your smalls. I need this to fit as accurately as possible.” Hilde added while pulling the fur coat off of Bilbo.

A choked noise escaped Bilbo before he looked at the changing curtain. “Well… I suppose that is fine.” He said while he nervously approached the curtain. He made sure it was fully closed before he began to disrobe.

Thorin waited with anticipation. He couldn’t understand it… perhaps it was the way Bilbo’s scent got stronger behind the curtain. He figured it was due to the small bunny wearing less and less clothing. Maybe it was the intrigue of seeing a hobbit undressed for the first time. But he shook those thoughts from his head. He barely knew the hobbit, he shouldn’t be letting his innermost desires start to show just because he liked how Bilbo smelled. 

But Bilbo soon exited from behind the curtain wearing a red silk robe… a bashful expression upon his face. And Thorin could really, really smell him. That vanilla honey scent only flooded the room and chained itself to the dwarf prince, his tail wagging wildly at it. He felt like a pervert, just staring at the small thing… but one thing that caught him was that Bilbo’s chest was partly exposed and he could see just a small patch of orangish reddish fur. The tail wagging was now accelerated, as well as his heart rate. 

He didn’t get a good look at Bilbo when the hobbit knocked him unconscious, but he did remember those milky thighs that were plump and looked very squeezable. Thorin had to press his claws into his own thigh to snap him out of his thoughts. An erection making itself known at this moment was not ideal for Thorin, or anyone for that matter. Especially Bilbo, the poor thing would think of him as a sexual deviant.

The fitting took longer than he would have expected, but Bilbo quite liked the outfit he was being given for the wedding. The fabrics were smooth against his skin and made him feel warm, but not hot. They were perfect for the ceremony they would be used for. 

The bunny even got to see Thorin try on his own garb, which Bilbo used the opportunity to let his eyes wander. And he was blessed by Yavanna herself when he got to see the dwarf’s huge chest barely being restrained by the robe. It basically was popping out… and Bilbo saw an expanse of hair of which he had never seen before. It made his tail wag wildly while his face turned pink. He tried to not be obvious about his ogling yet he wasn’t sure how successful he was. 

Bilbo never took himself for a particularly needy hobbit when it came to sex and all the wonderful things about it, but he could not help his growing interest when it came to his new fiance. He wanted to feel that big, hairy chest and bite it. He had seen the other dwarves he traveled with undressed, when they bathed in lakes and rivers, but he never paid attention. Until now. 

Currently the two were done with wardrobe fitting. Bilbo waved goodbye to Hilde and followed Thorin out. “Come. I wish for you to see Erebor and meet a few friends of mine.” He said while he held Bilbo’s hand tightly. 

The grip was tighter than Bilbo was expecting, but he was not complaining. He would rather Thorin have a good grip on him so he wouldn’t get lost. “Won’t there be time for a tour after the wedding…? I’d like to get to know you more.” Bilbo tried to interject as his feet stumbled to keep up. 

“Business after the wedding.” Thorin muttered as he looked to Bilbo, frowning a bit. “I would like to take my time but the mountain requires my attention.” He walked faster now. Where? Bilbo had no idea. They passed vast halls and down stairs. Turns out where Bilbo was, only the royal family had access to, unless they requested servants specifically. 

“Still. We are to be married….” Bilbo said softly as he felt himself start to grow out of breath from how fast they were moving. “I can’t just marry you without knowing who you are. We had a fine discussion last night but there is much we still do not know of each other.” 

As soon as they were stopped outside of large marble doors, Thorin turned toward Bilbo with an unreadable expression. He wasn’t angry or upset from what Bilbo could tell. “Are you really so curious about me?” The prince asked under a soft whisper, his tone full of disbelief. Yet his tail wagged slowly. 

Bilbo found the action very cute… charming. Yet he found his question a little disheartening. It was rather sad that Thorin couldn’t believe Bilbo wanted to genuinely know more about him. “Yes, I am. I heard many a tale from Balin on our journey up here and I want to hear more from the direct source.” He said while stepping closer to the dwarf. 

Thorin seemed conflicted. His gaze moved between Bilbo and the doors while he thought. It was hard for the prince to open up. To let himself be vulnerable with anyone who wasn’t Dwalin, and even that was difficult. Could Bilbo even understand what Thorin needed?

“If it’s an uncomfortable question, then please, ignore it.” Bilbo quickly added. Thorin didn’t fail to notice the sympathetic smile. 

“It is not. I just- I am not used to people being interested in me.” Thorin said before opening the marble doors. “Yet if you wish to know me, I will allow you to know me.” Bilbo found it hard to believe that people were not interested in Thorin, but before he could say so, Thorin had opened the door.

The open doors revealed a vast library that had long and endless corridors of books. The bookshelves were tall, not even a Man could reach forward and grab a book from the highest shelf. Bilbo walked in with wide eyes, his breath stolen from him. 

“Thorin… this place is magnificent.” Bilbo whispered before he looked to Thorin with a smile upon his face. His tail wagged wildly in excitement. The bunny felt overwhelming joy at the sight of such a vast library. 

Thorin gave a nod, his tail wagging faster at Bilbo’s reaction. He hadn’t expected that. He had brought Bilbo here so they could talk alone, other dwarves hardly entered the library besides Balin and his apprentice Ori. Thrain barely frequented anymore and Thorin only came to have complete silence and to pick up a book or two for his own enjoyment. 

“I am glad you enjoy it… do you enjoy reading?” Thorin asked curiously as he lead the hobbit to another section of the library. 

Bilbo’s tail wagged every which way as he eyed the many books and tried his best to catch the names of them. “Why are we moving so far?” He asked curiously, raising a brow. 

“Because those books are in Khuzdul. I figured you’d want books in Westron.” Thorin was quick to answer as he soon stood before several shelves of books. “These are all in Westron.” He gestured toward them. 

Bilbo was sure his eyes were popping out of his head, absolutely amazed and enthralled by the entirety of the selection. “Oh my….” He whispered. Tremors ran through his body while he stared at every single possibility before him. “There aren’t even this many books in the Shire!” He gasped and immediately reached to grab several.

A chuckle left Thorin’s throat as he watched Bilbo search through the books. It was amusing to see the small thing rifle through shelves, arms holding quite a few books. He was carrying maybe five or six books. “Do you require any help?” He asked him.

A shake of the head and Bilbo was already moving toward a small table and chair that sat in the library. “Nope! I can carry maybe ten books by myself!” Bilbo laughed while he dropped the books onto the table with a loud thud. He winced and sat down, hoping he wasn’t disrupting anyone despite not seeing other dwarves. “Join me.” 

Thorin obliged as he sat at the small across the round stone table with Bilbo. “So, you wanted to know more about me before our wedding. But with every question you ask, I get to ask one too.” Bilbo smiled at his words, glad to know that Thorin wanted to try and get to know him as well. “What would you like to know?” Thorin asked with a soft tone. 

“Do you have any siblings?” Bilbo quickly shot out. It was one thing that had stuck out in his mind. Balin had mentioned in brief passing that Thorin had nephews yet Bilbo didn’t ask about it any further. 

A moment of silence hung in the air as Thorin fumbled with what to say. The easy answer was yes, he did have one living sibling. He was unsure if Bilbo would be comfortable with the whole truth. But… he wanted to try and trust the hobbit. “Yes. I had a younger brother named Frerin, and my younger sister is Dis. She has two sons, Fili and Kili.” Thorin answered Bilbo.

Another stretch of silence. Bilbo was shocked to hear Thorin had two siblings, but an overwhelming sorrow filled his heart at the thought of Thorin’s brother being passed away. His ears flopped over. “Oh, Thorin… I’m sorry about-”

“Tis fine. It happened many years ago, though I thank you for your concern.” Thorin gave Bilbo a soft smile, reaching his clawed hand out to hold Bilbo’s. There was a moment of hesitation on Bilbo’s end but he allowed Thorin to take his hand. His face grew red when he noticed just how big Thorin’s hands were compared to his own. 

“Now I get my question.” Bilbo looked up at Thorin’s face. He gave a nod and smiled as confidently as he could. Thorin thought about what he would like to ask Bilbo for a moment before he cleared his throat. He had figured it out. “Alright, Master Baggins, I am curious, what are your parents like?” Thorin asked of the hobbit. 

Bilbo’s smile faltered. His hands fidgeted with themselves before he cleared his own throat. “My parents… I could say quite a number of things about them.” A soft sigh left his lips before he looked up into Thorin’s eyes. Confound it, why did the dwarf have to have such gorgeous eyes? “My mother was a fantastic woman. Her name was Belladonna Took.” Thorin’s ears twitched in interest. “She was quite a trouble maker, as all Tooks are.”

“She was kind and smart, a friend to wizards and elves.” A low growl left Thorin’s throat, which made Bilbo a little nervous before he continued. “My mother loved to tell stories, she often would tell me tales of great dragons and kings of men. She would sing me songs of love and fearsome warriors…”

Bilbo’s words made Thorin’s heart tingle. It reminded him all too well of his own mother. What he wouldn’t give for another harp lesson, for his mother to braid his hair while singing songs about the mountain, another bedtime story about his grandfather and the many adventures he went on. 

“She sounds amazing.” Thorin whispered while rubbing his thumb across Bilbo’s hand. “I would give anything to have met her.”

Bilbo’s heart rate quickened, his eyes focused on Thorin’s own. He could see sympathy… longing… familiarity. “I think she would have loved you. She loved everyone she ever met.” His tail wagged faster and faster and he could hear Thorin’s tail was wagging too. 

“Indeed? My mother would have liked you as well. She was the only one who could ever soothe my father during his rageful bouts.” Thorin said as he cleared his throat. “She would have insisted I play harp for you during the wedding reception.” 

Bilbo’s ear twitched at that, smiling at the dwarf. “Oh, I was unaware you played the harp.” He said with a chuckle, leaning closer to the dwarf. 

Thorin leaned closer as well, unable to look away from Bilbo. The hobbit was too gorgeous… too interested in him. It made his own doubts rise just a bit. “Yes. My mother taught me when I was a mere pebble… though I was not a dutiful student.” He chuckled. Bilbo let out a laugh of his own. “What I wouldn’t give for another lesson.” He added while he watched Bilbo. 

And they sat there, asking each other questions and telling stories. Bilbo and Thorin would laugh until tears fell from their eyes. And then would come the memories that made Bilbo sob, though Thorin didn’t cry. But seeing Bilbo cry made Thorin’s heart clench. He never wanted to see Bilbo cry ever again in his life. “Oh bother, I seem to be a water spout today.” The hobbit said as he wiped away a stray tear with his sleeve. “This must be quite a pathetic sight.” 

“No! No…” Thorin quickly hushed himself so he wouldn’t bother Ori, who was starting to peek over in interest. “No… you are not pathetic, Bilbo. I promise, as long as I am your husband, nothing will ever make you cry again.” He said while he reached over to wipe a tear for Bilbo. 

Bilbo smiled with a sniffle as he held Thorin’s hands tightly. “Oh Thorin… I promise the same for you. I want to be a husband you can rely on. One you can tell your most intimate secrets to.” He said softly. His voice was a coo… and it pulled Thorin in deeper and deeper. 

“Bilbo… I can’t wait to marry you tomorrow.”

Notes:

As always I hope you liked it!

Chapter 6

Notes:

Finally, the wedding!

The sound of doors slamming open and hitting the walls was enough to wake Bilbo with a horrified start. He just about jumped out of bed but before he could even focus his vision on anything, he felt multiple clawed hands grasping at his arms and body. So, naturally, Bilbo began to kick and scream. “Let go of me! I’ll start biting!” He threatened while his feet wildly kicked and his arms swung. 

But it was to no avail. The clawed hands grabbed his arms and his legs and began to carry him. Bilbo was looking around with pure terror before one of the dwarves looked to him. “Consort Bilbo, honestly, this behavior is unbecoming. We were told you knew about the bath.” She scoffed and continued to carry him to the bathroom. It was a group of dwarrows and dwarrowdams, two of each. 

“Well, I did know of the bath. I just did not expect to be woken up so rudely.” Bilbo huffed as the baths were filled with warm water. Before he could even reach to take his top off, one of the dwarrowdams, this one had red hair, yanked his sleep trousers down. A loud horrified screech left the bunny as a dwarrow ripped his shirt off. “Are you mad?!” He asked with a bark, his face was a brighter red than it ever had been. 

“Consort Bilbo, please still yourself. This is the way it’s done in the mountain.” One of the dwarrows said with a rough grunt. Soon the bath was full of warm water. They lifted Bilbo and placed him in the bath to immediately start pouring water on his head. 

The splash of water on his head made Bilbo growl. “Well… how peachy.” Bilbo muttered as he rolled his eyes. His hair fell into his face and his ears flopped over from the weight of the water. “Do you treat Thorin this roughly?” 

“We do not. Though he actually allows us to do what is necessary.” A dwarrow with silver hair said as he scrubbed at Bilbo’s hair with oils and soaps to properly cleanse it. “Prince Thorin’s hair smells of jasmine, so we must lather you in a scent that works well with it.” He added while eyeing some bottles of oil. 

Bilbo just sat still and allowed them to clean at his body. “Mm…” he grumbled while he tried to relax as much as he could in the water. It was warm… so very nice and warm. It usually took a while for a bath to heat up in the Shire but here it was naturally warm. It had to do with dwarven engineering he was sure. 

It was nice, he had to admit, being taken care of in such a way. The oil they used for his hair was honeysuckle and it smelled rather nice. They cleaned his neck and behind his ears, scrubbed at his arms and chest. But then they got to his stomach and moved a bit lower, lower than what Bilbo wanted. “I-I can take care of it myself!” Bilbo said and snatched the cleaning rag from the dwarrowdam’s claws. “I’m sorry, but a hobbit does not allow strangers to scrub at their… their intimate areas.” 

The wolves all looked at each other with exasperation. It was clear that they were not expecting this sort of behavior from the consort and that they were not willing to put up much of a fight. “Very well, Consort Bilbo.” One spoke up with a sigh of defeat. 

Bilbo gave a curt nod and moved his hand to clean himself. It was something he would rather not do with an audience but he was most likely already pushing it with cleaning himself.  “Bebother these dwarves.” He muttered lowly while he looked to the others. “I cleaned my thighs as well…” he gave the silver haired dwarrow back the rag. 

He took it back with a nod and began to clean Bilbo’s calves. The bunny just relaxed. “You know… this is nice.” He sighed happily. 

After the bath, Bilbo took the liberty of drying himself off and putting his smalls on. The dwarves decided to not fight him on it and allowed it under the condition they get to dress him the rest of the way. “Now, these robes are meant to stay clean. They are made of silk that has hand weaved and sewn to furs from great wild wolves and bears.” The red haired dwarrowdam smiled, her tail wagging as Bilbo’s fur cape was attached to his shoulders. 

The hobbit’s bunny tail wagged as he eyed himself in the mirror. He looked… like dwarven royalty. Those deep blues really helped paint how sunkissed Bilbo was in comparison. His hair was soft and bouncy, ready for braiding, though Bilbo thought his hair was still a bit too short for that. His feet peeked out from the corduroy brown trousers they had given him. 

Bilbo brushed off his fur cape and smiled at his reflection. “I must say, this is quite nice.” He said while looking to the dwarrow that were assigned to him. “I must tell Hilde in person once again that these robes and clothes are just divine.” He said while he gave a little twirl. 

“After your wedding, Consort Bilbo. After all, today and tomorrow are meant for you to be with your new husband.” A blonde one said before he pulled away to answer a knocking at the door. 

In stepped Balin, who was wearing maroon robes with white trim. “Master Bilbo, you look amazing.” He complimented with a grin, moving closer to the hobbit with a chuckle. “I am sure Thorin will be most excited to see you in such a way.” He said while he took in the hobbit’s appearance. 

“Of course he will, after all I am a rather eligible bachelor back home.” Bilbo chuckled while proudly standing tall and flipping his hair, which caused the servant dwarves to gasp. 

“Right you are.” Balin laughed before he looked sympathetic. “And I am sorry once again that we dragged you out of that life.” 

“It is of no issue, Balin. I understood full well what this would entail when I signed that contract.” Bilbo smiled as he pat Balin’s shoulder in an attempt to reassure him. 

It was soon that one of the servants came forward with a box full of gems, chains of different metals, and beads. “Now, you must choose one to symbolize your commitment to Prince Thorin.” The blond servant had said while he eyed the many options, 

Bilbo hesitated as he eyed the options as well. There were so many to choose from. “You can braid gems into the hair?” Bilbo asked while he looked at Balin. The dwarf gave a nod while Bilbo looked back to the box to decide. 

“Right, okay.” Bilbo cleared his throat and picked several gems. He wasn’t sure what the meanings were or exactly what types of gems they were, but they looked rather beautiful. He chose a cloudy pink one, a bright red one, and a pale white gem. “Could I use these?” He asked. 

But he was met with silence. All of the dwarves in the room were stunned, staring at Bilbo’s collection carefully. Eventually Balin smiled widely and nodded. “Of course. A rose quartz, a ruby, and a moonstone.” Balin chuckled while he collected the gems, they were quite small and attached to some silver chains. “You will weave these into his hair and he will do the same for you with the ones he’s selected.” 

Bilbo nodded and put the gems in his pockets. He looked at the beads and chose a silver one with leaves etched into them. “Will this do…? I quite like the leaves, reminds me of home.” He said while showing Balin the selection. 

Balin gave an approving smile. “They will do wonderfully.” He said while he began to lead Bilbo toward the ceremony hall. “Now, we have to go. Prince Thorin is waiting for you.” He said while he held Bilbo’s hand and gave it a tight squeeze. 

The walk was not long but it made Bilbo nervous. He wanted to get through this, to be perfect for his new husband. 

When they finally arrived at the main grand doors, Bilbo took several deep breaths to calm himself. He could hear music from inside the ceremony hall, it sounded of horns and maybe an organ? He was unsure what instruments dwarves played… though he wished he could hear Thorin’s harp playing. 

“Just take a deep breath, lad.” Balin advised while patting Bilbo’s back. The bunny’s tail wagged slowly as he shook his hands to get the nerves out. 

“I know, Balin.” Bilbo said under his breath. He turned to the older dwarf. “Thank you…” he said before the doors were opened. 

His heart almost stopped beating when the sight of hundreds of dwarves in the ceremony hall. They all turned toward him with wide expecting eyes. Some had never seen the hobbit before and some he recognized from the journey. But he didn’t focus on those dwarves…. He focused on the one at the end of the walkway, Thorin Oakenshield. 

He looked even more regal, if that was possible. Thorin’s hair was no longer slicked back like it normally was, it was split down the middle with some of it sweeping down the front of his face. It was flowing freely… which is when Bilbo realized he had no braids in it like normal. Instead Bilbo was going to braid his hair. 

And Thorin’s garb was simply beautiful. His robes were royal blue, as expected. And Bilbo was glad to see it in the shine and sparkle of the many gems that were placed in the walls. As well as the gold… it gave off a light and shine that almost resembled the sun. One amazing part about Thorin’s wedding clothes were the black bear furs that were hanging from his shoulders. It blended into the wolf’s hair and made it look even longer and more elegant. 

Bilbo felt positively breathless, he almost forgot to step forward. But a small shove from Balin and the hobbit was stumbling forward toward the dwarf. And Bilbo could swear he saw a smile on Thorin’s face… and something in his eyes. Tears..? No… it couldn’t be… the dwarf barely knew him. There was no way he was crying because of him. 

But Thorin was smiling. Thorin had a beautiful smile, even if it was full of fangs. The steps Bilbo took to get to him were now quicker and longer, as if impatient to get to the dwarf. But he soon stood before him, eyes focused on the prince. 

Oh how Bilbo wished they asked him about hobbit wedding traditions… he would have grabbed some flowers to braid them into Thorin’s hair as well. Maybe some peonies or sunflowers… but he would discuss it at another point with Thorin. Perhaps he could braid some in later when they were alone. 

But there was no time for those thoughts for Thrain started to speak and Bilbo’s attention was drawn toward him. The king spoke of prosperity and peace, of new beginnings and the forever growing strength of Erebor. Bilbo honestly couldn’t care less about that part. He just wanted to hear Thorin’s vows, if he had any. 

Eventually, the hobbit got his wish as Thorin looked over to him with a small and somewhat nervous smile. He cleared his throat and took Bilbo’s hands. “Bilbo Baggins, I, Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thrain, son of Thror, vow to take your hand in marriage through famine and disease, through war and peace, and through death and rebirth.” 

The prince got down on one knee to be at Bilbo’s head. He reached into his pocket and soon opened his hand, revealing a golden bead with etches of dwarven runes. Bilbo would be lying if he said he understood what they meant but the gesture was sweet. Another item in Thorin’s hand was a string of milky white pearls. “With this bed and pearls, I mark you as mine. A symbol of our everlasting marriage. And my loyalty to you.”

Bilbo was still, face beet red as Thorin took some hair and attempted his best to braid it. Bilbo’s hair was just a little short to fully string in the pearls, but Thorin was able to clasp the bead at the end of the braid. After a moment of thinking, Thorin tied the string of pearls together and placed it upon Bilbo’s head as if it were a makeshift crown or halo. “Mine.” Thorin once again whispered into Bilbo’s elongated ears, causing the bunny to shiver.

The whole of the room was watching with baited breath, tails were still and ears were at attention. Bilbo could feel their eyes focused on him now… and at the moment he realized Thorin was on his knee for more than one reason. It was time for Bilbo to braid his hair. 

With a clearing of the throat, Bilbo rubbed his clammy hands on his robes and readied himself. “Thorin Oakenshield, I, Bilbo Baggins of the Shire, son of Belladonna Took and Bungo Baggins, vow to stand by your side through your faults and strengths, to protect and hold you close, and to cherish and love you through death and rebirth.” He said with a shaky tone, his hands trembling while he reached out to take a strand of Thorin’s hair. 

It was softer than the silk sheets he slept upon… and it smelled so thickly of jasmine it almost had Bilbo falling to his knees himself. But he didn’t. Instead he stood tall and firm.

With his other hand he pulled out the silver bead and strings of gems he had gathered… the rose quartz, the ruby, and moonstone. “Though I may not understand what these gems mean, I wish to honor you with them by braiding them into your hair and hoping they do best convey my feelings for you, my prince.” Bilbo said while he began to braid Thorin’s hair. 

He could hear murmurs when he presented the gems but he did not care. Thorin’s face was red now but Bilbo ignored it as he carefully braided Thorin’s hair as best he could. He thread the small strings of gems into Thorin’s braid and soon clasped it with the bead. 

The prince stood up straight and held Bilbo’s hands tighter now, as if he was afraid to let go. Bilbo would have winced if he wasn’t so distracted by the way Thorin was staring so deeply into his eyes with a hunger Bilbo had never once seen before, not even with his previous partner. He also noticed the wolf’s breathing was heavier than normal as if he had run from a pack of… well, wolves. 

“Now, with the blessing of Mahal himself, I pronounce you Prince and Prince Consort.” Thrain’s voice boomed through the hall. The crowd of dwarves erupted into loud cheers and claps. Tails were wagging and feet were stomping. 

It was a sound that had Bilbo’s tail wagging but that soon came to an end as Thorin grabbed him by the waist and pulled him close. Right… the kiss. The newly married couple stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment until Thorin started to lean in. Bilbo tensed up but he slowly relaxed and leaned in as well, eyes fluttering shut. 

It wasn’t long until their lips met and suddenly a jolt of lightning burst their bodies. Bilbo gasped and moaned as his arms wrapped around Thorin’s broad shoulders while Thorin’s tight grip got even tighter. Their bodies were flush against each other while Bilbo melted into the kiss. 

Bilbo could feel his tail wagging wildly every second the kiss lasted. Thorin’s nose poked against his cheek but he didn’t mind… Bilbo was just happy to have this moment. A quick swipe of Thorin’s tongue against his bottom lip had Bilbo gasping.

It was over sooner than he would have liked, they need air after all. When they pulled away a string of saliva connected their lips. Both men’s eyes were half lidded and hazy… Bilbo was breathing heavily. It was as if Thorin was trying to suck the air out of him. 

“Well… that was-“ before Bilbo could say anything else, there had been the sound of some trumpets and Thrain had stepped between them. 

The king was holding something in his hand… it was round and covered with a dark cloth, but Bilbo could still see a slight glow through it. “It is with great honor,“ Thrain pulled the fabric off the gem, causing another gasp from the crowd. “to see my son marry. And as a symbol of prosperity, we present the Arkenstone.” 

It was not even a second when the stone was dropped into Thorin’s hands, the prince’s eyes were wide and his brows furrowed. He looked… conflicted and somewhat afraid. But Bilbo couldn’t help but notice something there in Thorin’s eye when he gazed at the stone, something that he hadn’t seen before. 

Before Bilbo could ask his new husband about the… intriguing glowing thing, Thorin had pocketed the stone in his tunic and quickly held his hand. “Let us feast!” Thorin proclaimed, causing another roar of cheer. 

Even if dwarves didn’t eat as often as hobbits, they sure did make up for it by having great feasts that would rival kings of men. There were all sorts of treats that were on the tables. Bilbo watched as dwarves at every surrounding table drank ale until it poured into their beds, filled their plates with meats and potatoes of all kinds, and sweet treats and chocolates were being passed around as if there was an endless supply. 

Bilbo watched with a lick of the lips, beyond excited to try his food. But he turned to Thorin and gave his hand a squeeze. “Um, darling, as you’ll recall, I don’t eat meat.” He whispered into Thorin’s ears. 

Thorin, who had been staring at the pretty gem in his pocket, soon glanced to Bilbo and gave a nod. “Right, I’m sorry…” he said in earnest while grabbing an empty plate to load with mashed potatoes, roasted vegetables such as: asparagus, carrots, squash, and bread. “I told the chefs that you had a limited option for food but it appears they did not listen.” He grunted while his clawed hands gently stroked the tiny braid in Bilbo’s hair… a sign of his claim. 

“Do not blame them, I imagine it must be hard to accommodate just one person when the whole of the mountain eats a certain way.” Bilbo tried his best to lighten Thorin’s mood, it was their wedding after all. “Please eat with me, I’d like it if we could feed each other.” 

Thorin seemed rather confused by Bilbo’s desire but he indulged as he pulled the hobbit into his lap. Bilbo’s face was a bright red while his instantly clung to the broad shoulders of his wolf husband. “Is… is feeding each other important to your culture, my dear?” He asked while a clawed finger stroked Bilbo’s tender cheek. 

The hobbit’s face was turning redder by the second, his tail wagging wildly and thumping against Thorin’s stomach. “It is.” He answered, noticing Thorin’s face was turning red as well. He was unsure why but he just cuddled into Thorin’s chest. 

“Well, let me indulge you then.” Thorin said while grabbing a silver fork. He scooped some mashed potatoes and moved them toward Bilbo’s mouth. 

The small bunny ate his potatoes happily, his tail thumping faster against Thorin’s stomach. “Mmm~ My compliments to the chef, it’s absolutely fantastic.” He chuckled. 

And they sat like that for a while, Thorin happily feeding Bilbo while the hobbit fed him in return. Bilbo wasn’t too happy to cut up steak but he was more than happy to feed and provide for his husband. 

After they feasted, not enough for Bilbo’s appetite, several dwarves were lined up to greet and bless the new consort. Bilbo gladly shook their hands. He didn’t want to start off his new position as consort being rude to the people who are looking to him. 

Soon two dwarves walked up to them, side by side. “He is smaller up close.” The brunet said while eyeing Bilbo. Bilbo quickly noticed his lack of a beard. 

The blond one soon jumped in with his own comment. “No less beautiful though.” He smiled and took Bilbo’s hand, kissing the back of it. 

The hobbit was very surprised, he pulled back with wide eyes and looked to Thorin, who just chuckled. “Fili, Kili, be kind to your new uncle-in-law.” He said with a gruff voice while his hand came to rest on Bilbo’s thigh, his thumb stroking it slowly. “Bilbo, this is Fili and Kili, my nephews.” 

Ah… that would explain why they looked similar to Thorin. Fili definitely looked like Thorin in appearance, the way their hair was wavy, blue eyes, and the length of their beard. But Kili had Thorin’s darker skin, hair color, and grin. Truly, Thorin’s nephews. 

“A pleasure to meet you both. I hear your mother is Dis? When do I get to meet her?” Bilbo asked with a smile. 

But Fili and Kili just shared a look. “Amad won’t be around for a while. She had some business to attend to in Ered Luin and it’s quite a ways, especially with winter approaching soon.” Fili said while he looked to Thorin. 

The prince had a distant look in his eye before he nodded. “I understand. It is unfortunate but Dis wouldn’t have done it if it weren’t absolutely necessary.” Thorin grunted while his nose settled into Bilbo’s hair, inhaling his scent with a groan. 

Long ears twitched at the action. Bilbo shifted just a bit but he looked to the two boys. “If you ever need to get out of trouble or want to cause trouble, just find us.” Kili winked while his tail wagged quickly at his words. The pair of dwarves soon walked away laughing. 

After that, Bilbo met plenty more interesting characters such as Dwalin, Thorin’s best friend and Balin’s younger brother, but Bibo could not believe they were related. Then he met Nori, a spymaster he was told to have very sticky fingers. Bilbo was quick to believe him after a crystal goblet that he was drinking out of disappeared after his visit. He already met Ori from the library, they had a fun conversation about books yesterday when he and Thorin visited. A dwarf with a funny hat named Bofur came to him and was happy to crack a few jokes with Bilbo, making him laugh very hard. Thorin stopped visitors after that. 

“Prince Thorin, would you like us to bring your wedding gifts to your room?” A servant suddenly came up to Thorin and Bilbo. He eyed the couple before he looked back to Thorin solely. 

Thorin stroked his beard in thought before he cleared his throat. “No, thank you. I do not wish to have my room filled with endless gifts for this night. Put them in my study.” He said while he waved the servant away. Soon he looked at Bilbo and kissed his cheek. “It is time for the dance. It is customary for us to share a slow dance to show how in sync we are.” He muttered lowly into Bilbo’s ear, as if he did not want others to hear what he had to say to his husband. 

Bilbo turned his head to look up at Thorin, his tail wagging faster and rubbing against his stomach some more. His ear twitched when he started to hear a low rumble from Thorin’s throat. “I would like that. Hobbits do love a good dance.” He chuckled. Almost instantly Thorin rose to his feet and dragged Bilbo to the dance floor. “Thorin! Slow down!” He laughed. 

But Thorin seemed determined to get to the dance floor immediately. Crowds of dwarves watched the married couple race to the center of the room. Hoots and hollers filled the room, all very excited to see their prince finally dance with his consort. “We are quite popular.”  Bilbo whispered as Thorin soon stopped. 

They were still and the room grew quiet. Thorin looked at a band of dwarves with instruments and gave a nod. They nodded in return and soon music filled the room. Some dwarves were playing harp and some played flute, and one played a horn. It was rather beautiful, Bilbo almost felt swept away. He loved music so much… his mother’s singing always lulled him to sleep or had him thinking of distant lands. 

Thorin held out his hand to Bilbo. “I would like your hand for a dance.” He said softly. Bilbo smiled and took Thorin’s hand. Soon he was being pulled flush against Thorin’s chest. The giant wolf wrapped one arm around Bilbo’s plush waist and gladly began to sway with him. 

It was a little difficult at first, what with the height difference and the fact that Bilbo was afraid to step on Thorin’s feet, and vice-versa. But it didn’t matter to Bilbo. He had the largest grin on his face as they danced and danced. The couple stared into each other’s eyes and ignored all else around them and it was like the world melted away. 

All that mattered was each other. It was unbelievable to Bilbo that he got so lucky to have a husband who seemed so invested in him. No one was ever invested in him. His past partners never looked so deeply into his eyes with a softness that rivaled flower petals. 

It came to an end when Thorin gave him a twirl then dipped him. Both men were breathing very heavily at this point. Bilbo could not look away from Thorin’s beautiful blue eyes… could not look away from those plump lips. So he leaned in close and kissed him as sweetly as he could. Thorin was very quick to kiss back, his fanged teeth biting his bottom lip. 

They stayed kissing for a long time, lips locked as they closed their eyes. Bilbo let out soft moans with every nibble on his lip, soon allowing Thorin to push his tongue into his mouth. It was wet and filthy, the long appendages licked every inch of his mouth and pressed against Bilbo’s tongue. The bunny let out a whimper before he pulled back. 

Slowly opening his eyes, he stared at Thorin with a half lidded and hazy expression. Although he was very surprised when he saw Thorin was staring intensely at him, his breathing heavy and his eyes filled with insatiable lust. “Bedroom, now.” The wolf growled into his ear before he began to drag Bilbo out of the ballroom. And all Bilbo could do was struggle to keep up, stumbling after the dwarf with a dopey grin on his face.

Notes:

As always I hope you enjoyed!

Chapter 7

Notes:

Finally, the promised smut!!

Bilbo cried out as strong dwarven arms threw him onto a very plush bed. He bounced on the mattress and furs below him, his hands scrambling for purchase before he was pinned down very harshly. “Thorin!” He gasped before a moan escaped his lips. 

Thorin was kissing his neck now, his teeth and tongue scraping over every expanse of skin he could find. And all Bilbo could do was squirm. His heels dug into the furs while his hands quickly found their way to Thorin’s shoulders. “Thorin… Thor-“ he was cut off by a strangled groan as he felt those sharp fangs really start to press into his flesh. 

Not to mention the hardness Bilbo felt pressing against his thigh. By Yavanna’s grace it was large… huge. Huger than huge… and it was starting to leak against him. Thorin kept that tight latch on his neck while he gently rolled his hips, moaning while his clothed erection pressed into Bilbo’s thigh. “Mmm~ Mmrff..” he growled lowly as his claws gripped onto Bilbo’s hips tightly. 

After he was satisfied, Thorin pulled away from Bilbo’s neck revealing a large purple mark that Bilbo was sure to be embarrassed about later. But right now he just wanted his husband. “Thorin-“ he was cut off again when Thorin smashed their lips together, tongues dancing together as the Prince continued to steadily grind down against the hobbit.

Oh Yavanna how his body felt like it was on fire. He never had a partner so much bigger than him. Now, a hobbit that had a little more fat than him and was half an inch taller, definitely. But a dwarf prince who absolutely towered over him and was much stockier than he could ever imagine, it had Bilbo’s nerves frying.

The hobbit was quickly running out of air in this heated kiss. In an attempt to push Thorin off so he could breathe, he moved his left hand from Thorin’s shoulder and into his hair to pull it back just a bit. It was only meant to be a light tug but the way Thorin moved his head back so quickly shocked Bilbo. “Th-Thorin, I’m so so-” a loud moan escaping Thorin’s mouth had Bilbo’s own dry in turn. 

The wolf looked so handsome with his head thrown back, neck exposed and bare as he panted heavily from the intense and passionate kiss. “Dont… stop.” His voice was gruff and low, fangs bared while he stared down at Bilbo with an intense expression. “Tug harder.” He soon snarled.

Immediately Bilbo gave another quick, harsher tug resulting in another beautiful moan. Oh that was perfect, he would do this every night if it meant he got to see Thorin in such a way. “Fuck… good, good little bunny.” Thorin growled before he grabbed Bilbo’s hand and gently pulled it out of his hair. “I want to just rip your clothes off until there’s hardly a shred left, a Prince’s treasure should never be hidden.” One of his clawed hands felt Bilbo’s marriage braid before it moved toward the bunny’s ears. 

The gentle touch had Bilbo whimpering, his face growing hot and red with every rub on his sensitive ears. “Th-Thorin, m-my ears-” He mewled before the dwarf leaned down. He was rather curious about his discovery. 

“Are they sensitive, little bunny..?” Thorin smirked while he breathed against the ears. The little whimpers fluttering from Bilbo’s lips was the only answer he needed because he soon pulled the tips into his hot mouth. Bilbo cried out, hands once again moving to grip onto Thorin but the wolf grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head. “No no… you are mine to tease just as you have teased me all night, little bunny.” He growled before he bit down gently on Bilbo’s elongated ears.

A strangled cry escaped from Bilbo as his body writhed in pleasure. It was not fair that Thorin got to bite and tease while he was forced to just lay back and take it. “H-how did I tease you?” Bilbo managed to get out between squeaks and little chittering noises as sharp teeth soon traveled back down to his neck and then his collarbone. 

If Bilbo could come from Thorin’s deep chuckle he would have came right then and there. “This!” Thorin hissed while he moved his free hand to turn Bilbo’s hips in a way that exposed his rear toward the wolf. Bilbo gasped and tried to squirm but he was unable to. 

“This little fluffy thing wagging against my stomach… by Mahal I could only think about what it would feel like when I take you from behind and you’re squealing and crying, like a prey caught beneath its predator,” He snarled while he pressed his nose into Bilbo’s neck and inhaling his scent. “And this little tail would be wagging against my stomach… and I would knot you and pump you so full of my seed that it will spill like waterfalls.”

That was a promise Bilbo hoped he would keep, he always did enjoy being filled. “Then you best keep to your word, dearest husband.” He smirked in response. And in an act of unabashed boldness, Bilbo wagged his tail quickly at Thorin. 

At that moment Thorin snapped. He did not care if Bilbo’s wedding robes were considered quite important, he wanted them off as soon as possible. And so with great strength and speed he ripped the poor hobbit’s clothes clean off and left him completely bare beneath him. It took everything in Bilbo’s power to not squeak in surprise and he barely managed that. “Thorin!” He gasped instead and made sure his thighs were clenched shut. 

But that did not please Thorin. Instead it made him growl and let go of Bilbo’s small wrists to instead clench his soft and plump thighs. “You dare to hide what belongs to the Prince Under the Mountain?” His voice rumbled while his claws dug into the flesh. 

And despite how Bilbo was initially nervous about allowing Thorin to see this intimate part of himself, he took a deep breath and spread his legs for the prince. 

When the dwarf finally got to see what was hidden beneath the hobbit’s pants he almost moved back in shock. “Bilbo… you- you have a…” he let go of his thighs and moved a hand to reach in between them instead. It was a beautiful sight despite it being uncommon. 

Beneath the bunny’s erect and leaking cock was a pair of soft and plump lips that were slick. Thorin’s hand trembled as he touched the lips first causing Bilbo to squeak. “Little bunny, have you had this the entire time..?” He asked gruffly while keeping his eyes on the unique anatomy. 

The air between them was heavy with lust and desire, Thorin’s gaze hungry while he licked his lips. “Yes. All hobbits have both private parts… it is how we are able to breed so easily and quickly.” Bilbo answered breathlessly. His entire body grew tense when Thorin’s fingers soon spread his pussy. “I-If it’s too weird we don’t-“ 

“You’re beautiful.” Thorin whispered before he pressed a finger inside. Bilbo moaned softly as the dwarf thrust his finger in and out slowly at first but soon picked up speed. It was amazing… and Bilbo couldn’t even feel Thorin’s claw. 

“Thorin…” Bilbo whispered breathlessly while his head fell back in pleasure. His back arched while he spread his legs more. It wasn’t long until another finger was added. Thorin’s fingers were so big… bigger than his own so he felt doubly full. “Thorin, please….” 

“Patience.” Thorin could only chuckle while he thrust his fingers in and out faster, spreading them and doing his best to open up the hobbit. “I know you’re craving my cock… like a good bunny should… but you must be patient. As much as I would love to feel how tight you would be around my cock, I don’t wish to hurt you during our first time together, ghivashel.” He whispered into Bilbo’s ears while pushing in a third finger. 

A thin layer of sweat was gathering on Bilbo’s forehead as he squirmed the lower half of his body. It felt so good to be so full. “I-I know, darling… but oh Yavanna, Thorin-“ it felt impossible to get what he wanted out. 

It was like being in Mahal’s Halls to Thorin. Hearing his husband make such beautiful noises because of the pleasure he was giving him had his cock twitching in his breeches. “Say it, I want to hear you say what you need.” He smirked while pressing his nose into Bilbo’s hair, the honeysuckle scent filling his head. It was making him lightheaded. With a slight move of the hips he pressed his clothed erection into Bilbo’s hip. 

Suddenly Thorin slowed his fingers down much to the dismay of Bilbo. He tried to thrust his hips to make Thorin go faster but the dwarf forced him to stay still. “Thorin!” Bilbo finally gasped out. “I-I need you to f-fu-fuck me!” He cried while tears stung at his eyes from frustration. “I need your cock… your big prince cock inside of my pussy, I need it to fill me and tear me apart!” 

Those precious begging words drove Thorin over the edge. He was quick to take his fingers out of Bilbo, strip himself down, and finally free his length from the confines of his trousers. “Good bunny… oh I’m going to breed you so good~” he grunted while his aching cock pressed just at Bilbo’s sopping pussy. 

Yet he did not push in, he just rubbed and grinded against the slick entrance. “Thorin…” he whimpered and tried to buck his hips, but Thorin held them down. 

“Shhh…. I know, I know. You want me deep inside of this tight pussy, want me to claim your insides as my own-“ another brush of flesh. “And fill your womb with my seed… with my child… mine.” He growled before he quickly flipped Bilbo onto his stomach.

The bunny’s sensitive cock brushed against the furs making him yelp. “Yes! Thorin, please, please use me! I-I need it… I need you!” He gasped while his tail wagged quickly. And that was all the encouragement Thorin needed.

In an instant Thorin slammed his cock deep into Bilbo’s pussy. The hobbit squealed loudly before Thorin pushed his head into the pillow. “Good bunny… my good boy~” he groaned while pressing his nose and mouth against the side of Bilbo’s neck. He inhaled his scent with a shudder. “Mm… so tight for me. Tell me, little bunny, am I the biggest you’ve ever had?” He asked while he gave an experimental shallow thrust. 

Another squeak left the hobbit, his face flush and eyes closed as the feeling of such a large length turned his mind off. “Mmm… yes… I-I’ve never had someone so b- ah!” He gasped as Thorin gave a harsh thrust to that answer. 

“Good boy, that’s what I like to hear.” Bilbo could feel Thorin smirking against his skin. “I’m going to make sure every other touch is erased, that all you think about is me and my cock,” Thorin started to buck his hips, moving in a steady rhythm. “And you’ll beg for it every night, you’ll never go a day without taking my cock in some way.” 

“Ohhh, Thorin…” Bilbo whimpered and felt his tail wag quicker. “Thorin, I-I will never deny you… even if it’s just to warn your cock.” He panted while his hands gripped the furs tightly. 

The feeling of Bilbo’s tail wagging against his stomach had Thorin growling. He began to thrust faster, pressing his chest flush against Bilbo’s back to make that wagging feeling more intense. He groaned and grunted as his teeth soon caught Bilbo’s ear. “Yes… every night I’ll plug up your little pussy with my cock and you’ll love it.” He snarled while one of his clawed hands intertwined with Bilbo’s smaller one. 

The thrusts only grew faster, Bilbo’s whimpers and whines grew louder and louder as he felt Thorin pressing deeper into him. But he started to feel something else, the buildup of an intense orgasm. “Yes! Oh Yavanna, I’ll be such a good boy!” He almost sobbed. He reached his other hand down to stroke his clit. 

But Thorin quickly caught his wrist and pinned it down. “No no no, only I can give you pleasure.” He growled while emphasizing his words with a harsh thrust that drew a yelp from the hobbit. “Only I will make you feel this good.” He snarled into his long ears. 

Bilbo was whimpering as the coiling in his stomach grew tighter, he was so close to the edge. “Thorin please! I-I can’t, I need it!” He begged. 

“Then allow me.” Thorin let go of Bilbo’s wrist and reached down in between the hobbit’s legs. It soon found what it was looking for, Bilbo’s weeping pathetic cock. “Such a little thing, it fits entirely in my hand… I’m sure I could easily fit it all in my mouth.” He chuckled while he moved his hips faster. 

“Mm! Oh fuck, Thorin! I-I’m so close…” Bilbo sobbed while tears fell from his eyes. He buried his face deeper into the pillow. “Please, please let me come…” Thorin’s clawed hand only squeezed his cock and started to stroke him faster before he let go. 

That action made Bilbo gasp and immediately try to grind his hips into the furs. But Thorin gripped onto his hips. “Shh, my good boy, it’ll be okay.” He chuckled while pressing a kiss to Bilbo’s neck. “I’m going to make you see stars.” He promised. 

And not even a second later Thorin was pistoning into the hobbit. He made sure his hips were flush against Bilbo’s bottom, pulling out every little sound and moan the hobbit could give him. The room was filled with the sounds of their bed creaking and Bilbo’s pussy squelching.

Thorin could only growl and snarl while Bilbo squeaked. It was all he could focus on, the tightness of Bilbo’s pussy only pulled him in deeper. And with every thrust Bilbo could feel something else pressing against his pussy. 

It was a bulge that was pushing at his entrance, as if wanting to press in. Bilbo knew what that was, but he never had one that big inside of him. “You feel that, little bunny?” Thorin asked with a low growl. “That’s my knot, I’m going to bury it so deep inside of you that we’ll never uncouple…” he bit Bilbo’s ear again. 

“Oh yes!” Bilbo panted and whimpered, eyes rolling to the back of his head. “Put it inside me! Fill me -“ and suddenly a needy cry was ripped from the bunny’s throat as an intense orgasm ripped right through him. While his pussy tightened as much as it could around Thorin’s cock, his own little prick was spurting out come all over the furs. 

But that was nothing compared to the roar Thorin let out as he finally pushed his swollen knot into Bilbo’s pussy. And not a second later Thorin kept to his promise, hot seed was spilling into his pussy and body until it started to leak out. “Bilbo! Fuck, take it little bunny! Take my knot!” He groaned while wrapping his arms around Bilbo’s chest to draw him as close as possible. 

And they laid there like that for a while, Bilbo being absolutely covered by Thorin’s body as the wolf prince kept trying to shallowly thrust but was hindered by the knot. “Mmm…” Bilbo whined. “That… that was intense.” 

“It was…” Thorin groaned while he pressed his face into Bilbo’s neck. He inhaled deeply and bit it just enough to leave a mark. “Mm… but it was amazing… I want to fill you like this over and over again…” he whispered. 

“I wouldn’t mind that.” Bilbo gave his husband a smile. 

Thorin chuckled and kissed his neck gently. “I know, my love… I know you wouldn’t.” One hand moved from Bilbo’s waist to his flaccid cock. “So how many times do you think I can make you come tonight?” He asked teasingly. 

“Let’s find out.” Bilbo winked at the dwarf. 

It took a little while before Thorin’s knot went down enough for him to slide out of Bilbo, but that was fine. It gave Bilbo some time to recuperate and grow hard once again. “Okay, okay, what should we do next?” Bilbo asked while flipping onto his back to look at Thorin. 

Thorin chuckled while he stared down at Bilbo, pressing a kiss against his chest. “Mm… I would love to see you ride me….” He said while he felt Bilbo’s hip, his thumb rubbing against the smooth flesh. 

Bilbo only grinned as he gave Thorin a nod. “Sounds good, my love~ I’ll bounce on your cock until you are screaming my name.” He said while Thorin quickly flipped them. 

There they laid, Thorin flat on his back while Bilbo sat atop of him. The cum from earlier was still somewhat leaking down his thighs while his cock throbbed back to life. “I-I… I haven’t done this in a while so-“ 

A low growl escaped from Thorin at the mention of a before. “No no… you’re mine….” He grunted while giving a roll of the hips. Bilbo whined at the feeling of Thorin’s cock brushing against his own. 

“Yes, darling… all yours.” Bilbo moaned while he lifted his hips over Thorin’s throbbing member. He could see it twitching, see the glisten of precum coating the tip. It was beautiful. And with a swift motion, he slammed his pussy down on it. 

The room was filled with grunts and groans, Thorin’s strong hands grabbed Bilbo’s waist and forced him to go faster. Bilbo bounced as quickly as he could but he appreciated Thorin’s help. He would squeak and moan, his eyes focused on the dwarf below him.

“Ohhh, Thorin….” Bilbo panted and gasped. He squirmed and mewled. “Thorin!” It felt so good to take his prince in such a way, for Thorin to constantly be pressing deeper and deeper, claiming his body. 

The wet sound of hips slapping together was all Bilbo could focus on as Thorin tore him apart. It was as if he was flying with joy with how Thorin thrusted up so desperately into him and how he slammed himself back down. 

It made Bilbo wish he was a virgin again so Thorin would be the one to make him experience it all. He wondered what Thorin would be like if he was his first… would he be gentle and kind? Or would be as ravenous as he was now? 

He wouldn’t know, but right now he was satisfied with how Thorin’s hands made their way from his plush hips to his soft chest. The calloused hands grabbed at and squeezed his pecs, thumbs circling and rubbing against his hardened nipples.

That made the bunny keen, his tail wag and thump against Thorin’s stomach once more. “You know-“ Thorin groaned as he soon pinched the sensitive buds. “These things would look lovely with gold piercings.” He smirked before tugging them. 

A cry left Bilbo’s lips faster than he could stop it. “Y-you don’t- oh Thorin!” He gasped. “Piercings? Ohh… Thorin, I-I would love to make myself shine for you!” He squeaked while he felt the tip brush against that sweet spot deep within his desperate hole. 

“Yes, piercings,” another hard thrust into that spot. “Ones I could suckle into my mouth and tease you with,” a sob of pleasure from Bilbo’s mouth. “And then I’d tug on them with my teeth until they were sore and red, and you wouldn’t be able to do anything but cry.” 

At that final word Thorin doubled his efforts and thrust up into Bilbo faster. He wanted to fill him up again, to really make sure his hobbit was full of fertile princely dwarf seed. What else was a better way to show his lordship over Bilbo than by filling his belly with child and his teats with milk? 

It didn’t take long for Bilbo to scream in pleasure once more and squeeze tight around Thorin’s cock. He whimpered and held onto his husband’s shoulders while he rode out his orgasm. More hot fluid from his cock dripped down onto Thorin’s stomach while his pussy juices covered the wolf’s cock. 

And if that didn’t push him over the edge, then it would have been the feeling of Thorin’s cum and knot once again flooding his womb. The hobbit was shaking and breathing heavily at this point, soon just resting his head against Thorin’s chest. “Thorin… Thorin….” He mewled under his breath while kissing his hairy pecs. 

“Yes, darling…?” Thorin asked with a pant while his arms wrapped protectively around Bilbo’s body, as if afraid someone might see them. 

A moment of silence. “Promise me you’ll fill me up as often as you can….” A laugh came from Bilbo while the bunny only nestled himself deeper into Thorin’s chest. 

“Obviously… I would be a damn fool if I did not indulge my treasure.” Thorin grinned and bit the tip of Bilbo’s ear, causing a shudder to run through his body.

It was quite a bit longer before Bilbo looked up into his eyes. “I’m tired.” He smiled before he kissed Thorin’s jaw. “But I don’t wish to get up….” 

“Then allow me.” Thorin said while he began to lift Bilbo’s hips off of his cock. It slipped out easily due to the deflated knot and almost instantly his seed began to pool out and gather on Thorin’s stomach. “Perhaps I should get you a plug.” He suggested with a chuckle. 

Bilbo just nodded tiredly and allowed Thorin to carry him bridal style to his bathroom. He couldn’t even bring himself to open his eyes. But what he did let his ears do all the information gathering. 

The sound of running water trickled into his ear as well as the soft footsteps Thorin’s feet made when walking across stone floors. Then the feeling of warm water surrounded Bilbo and he really couldn’t open his eyes this time. Especially not when the smell of lavender filled the room and his body was being so tenderly scrubbed. 

“Mmm…” the hobbit hummed as Thorin spread his legs to clean in between his thighs. It felt nice… truly nice to trust someone so completely that he allowed them to clean this intimate part of himself. 

When Thorin finished he moved on to his ears… his arms… his chest. The dwarf even cleaned in between his toes, by Yavanna’s grace he really was blissed out by his husband. 

It was almost nothing compared to the gentle scrubbing of his hair. Thorin’s claws would gently move against his scalp but never scratch or scrape, just glide and made sure the soaps and oils did their job. And Thorin even carefully cleaned the braid before he started to work on himself, if the lack of scrubbing told him anything. 

“Almost done, love… almost done. Soon we’ll just be in our bed and cuddling until the sun rises and the first day of our union washes over us.” Thorin’s voice soothingly rolled over him while Bilbo kept his eyes closed. 

And true to his word, Thorin soon was lifting him back out of the tub. He could feel the soft fluffy towel Thorin was using to dry his body and make sure every bit of him didn’t grow cold due to the lack of warm water. He even let out a giggle when Thorin started to dry his tail and ears. “Thorin….” He said with a hoarse voice. 

“Shhhh….” Thorin cooed to his ear, making it twitch as he was being carried one more. And suddenly he was on the bed… but the sheets felt… clean? “Thanfulky servants came during our bath to change the sheets… so no need to worry about sleeping on our spend.” He could hear Thorin chuckling. Ah, that answered that.

“Good…” Bilbo mumbled out sleepily while he felt furs covering him as well as big, strong, muscular dwarven arms. “I love you.” He let slip out before the sound of a tail thumping against the bed started to fill the room. 

“I love you too, ghivashel.” And Bilbo fell asleep, a smile on his face at the loving word despite havunf had no idea what it meant. 

Notes:

As always, I hope you enjoyed !

Chapter 8

Thorin was the first to wake the next morning. His body was sore and his eyes darted across the room, exhausted. But soon he gazed upon the tiny thing next to his side, his husband, his hobbit. And suddenly his cock throbbed below the covers. 

He wanted to claim him again, wanted to flip the small thing over onto his stomach and just breed him once again to make sure his little consort was pregnant with his child. “Bilbo…” he groaned while his claws gently poked at the bunny’s side. 

Currently the bunny was on his side, curled up and snoring. His beautiful face was pressed into Thorin’s side. He looked so gorgeous when asleep… Thorin was grateful he and Bilbo didn’t share a bedroom beforehand or he would have taken the hobbit several times before the wedding. 

But still, Thorin tried to wake him. “Bilbo.” He said in a hushed tone. It would be difficult to breed the little bunny if he was asleep… but also, it would be very very hot to shove his cock into his pliant body. The hobbit mewled when Thorin gently pushed him and that sealed the deal. 

Clawed hands were spreading Bilbo’s thighs and immediately the scent of slick and fruit filled his head. “Bilbo…” he panted while he moved Bilbo onto his stomach. Soon draping his body over the hobbit’s, he pressed his chest to his back, flesh touching flesh and desire overriding sense. 

“Please… I need this. I need you….” Thorin shuddered into Bilbo’s elongated ear. His breath was hot and voice shaky. Soon his hips were flush against Bilbo’s, his aching cock against the bunny’s wet pussy… could Bilbo sense him in his sleep? Did he also desire him? 

Lips brushed over Bilbo’s already marked up neck. He would leave more before the day was done, after all, they were given a whole day to make as much love as they could muster. And he hoped bunnies were as eager as he was. Fangs dug into Bilbo’s supple flesh, blood barely leaking from the puncture wounds and dripping down his neck. 

A quick swipe of the tongue and Thorin was groaning from how tasty his blood was. “Bilbo…” he whispered before he pressed a gentle kiss to the wound. He didn’t want to hurt him too badly. But he was needy and right now he needed Bilbo. “Forgive me.” Was all he begged before pushing his cock into the warm heat below him. 

“Ohhh….” The dwarf groaned at the feeling, his hands tightly clenching the furs below him. “Fuck… just as tight as yesterday…” he shuddered before giving a light thrust. And a small moan happened to escape Bilbo’s lips which only encouraged the wolf to continue with his actions. 

It was like an insatiable need, a pounding in his head and an urge to keep taking and taking until there was nothing left of Bilbo but his own mark. “Mine… you’re all mine.” He growled against his skin. “Mmm… I’m going to pump you so full of my seed that you’ll be flowing. I promise, I promise that you’ll be pregnant at the end of this.” He moaned while his thrusts only became deeper and faster. 

“And when you are, I’ll take good care of you, my love.” Thorin whispered while his hips kept up their rhythmic pace. And Bilbo’s unconscious body just kept giving him delicious responses. His beautiful pussy kept making sweet noises due to their coupling, and little moans and squeaks kept leaving Bilbo’s throat with every small thrust and push into his body. 

He could do this for years, just take claim of Bilbo’s pliant body. It was so good… and that whisper at the back of his mind just kept growing louder. ‘He’s yours… take… take… he owes you this for giving his first to another. You should be able to take him whenever you so desire.’ 

And while that voice scared him at first it also fueled him. “Yes… he’s mine, all mine…” he moaned and gave a harsh snap of the hips. He could feel Bilbo’s little pussy tightening around his cock, gripping him and begging to be pumped full. It wasn’t long until he started to feel his knot start to swell up. 

“Mm… Thorin…?” Came a tiny mewl from below Thorin’s body and instantly Thorin felt his heart freeze. But he couldn’t stop his hips, couldn’t stop how he wanted to push his claim deep into Bilbo’s body. No, not wanted, needed to push his claim into Bilbo’s body in the form of his child. “Thorin..?” Came the voice again, a little more concerned. 

But before Thorin could utter out an apology and force himself to stop, a beautiful siren song in the form of a whimpering moan came from Bilbo, and any doubt Thorin had was immediately dissuaded. He started to redouble his efforts and pound himself into the hobbit. “Bilbo…” he groaned, feeling his little tail start to wag against his stomach just how he liked. 

“Thorin….” Bilbo tried to turned his head to look at his husband but Thorin’s hand was quick to hold it down in place. “Ah! Nn… Thorin, Thorin…” he whimpered, “please… knot me.” 

A low groan escaped the wolf, causing his own tail to wag. “Fuck… of course. I’ll knot you… mine .” He snarled into Bilbo’s ear, giving it a quick bite as he moved his other claws hand to slap Bilbo’s ass. He watched it jiggle and enjoyed when the hobbit cried out. “Oh how gorgeous…” the right ass cheek was already a pretty pink, Thorin had to see it turn red. 

So for several moments he kept it up, slapping Bilbo’s ass harsher and harsher and eliciting more beautiful cries from the being beneath him. “Th-thOrIn!” Bilbo sobbed while his pussy and ass were being pounded. “Yes! Unng~ Oh fuck!” He gasped while Thorin’s balls heavily slapped against his pussy lips. “Knot me!” How could he refuse?

With a roar and a final harsh thrust, Thorin pushed his knot as deep into the hobbit as he could. Ribbons of seed released into Bilbo’s body with hopes to fertilize the womb.  And below him Bilbo squeaked pathetically, his little pussy spasming and coming around his cock while his legs trembled. He loved seeing such a sight… it made him feel so powerful, so big… to see such a little thing be rendered useless. 

“You like that don’t you, little bunny?” Thorin growled into Bilbo’s ear as another load of spend buried itself into the hobbit’s body. “Ohh fuck, you feel that? That’s my load, my seed, making sure you’re pregnant.” He snarled and pressed his teeth into Bilbo’s shoulder. 

A soft whimper left Bilbo at Thoein’s words. It was overwhelming to be filled so thoroughly first thing in the morning. But Thorin made it so good… he didn’t mind at all being woken up this way if it always felt this good. “Thorin…” he panted before the king gave another thrust to spill even more inside of him. “Ahhh… uhh..” he groaned. “I feel it…” 

“Was it better than any you have laid with before?” Thorin almost hissed, his eyes were narrow and his fangs were pressed even rougher against his skin, but not breaking it. “Tell me, did they fill your body like I do? Could their spend spill from your whorish pussy due to the volume?” He gave another restricted thrust that resulted in a whine. “Tell me, little bunny whore, who owns you?” 

Another half thrust, more come filling his womb. “Thorin…” Bilbo looked back to the dwarf with tears pricking at the corner of his eyes. He was overwhelmed by it all; the pleasure, the dirty words, barely being conscious. “N-no, no… they couldn’t… no cock compares to yours.” He panted when Thorin finally decided to relax and lay on top of him, pinning him to the bed. “You own me, yours.” 

“That’s right.” Thorin snarled lowly.

And they laid there like they while waiting for Thorin’s knot to go down. Stuck together, Thorin laying atop of Bilbo with his clawed hands feeling up and down the luscious curves and soft edges. “You’re beautiful…” he whispered into Bilbo’s elongated ear. 

A snort came from Bilbo before he looked to the prince. “What a way to switch subjects.” He chuckled and tried to squirm into a more comfortable position. “You were calling me your bunny whore mere moments ago when suddenly you call me beautiful the moment you get to come and sate your appetite.” He teased with a wiggle of his tail. 

That resulted in another throaty growl. “My appetite has not yet been sated. Now that I’ve had you, I fear it may never be sated again.” Thorin’s right hand move to Bilbo’s front, slowly rubbing and pinching his nipples before moving down to the bunny’s twitching cock. 

He could feel the stickiness of come coating it and covering the bed below. “I will never be satisfied. Everyday I plan to take you with either my hand, my mouth, or with my cock,” Quickly, he closed his first around Bilbo’s cock and began to gingerly start stroking it. 

A sound like a choked gasp escaped the trapped hobbit. “And I plan to have you choke on my cock at least once a day… you’ll be on your knees at the time of my choosing, be it during a meeting, lunch, or even just because I want everyone to see you swallow your king’s cock.” Thorin snarled and moved his hand faster, his grip tightening just a bit. 

“Thorin!” Bilbo cried, the tears finally spilling while his hips attempted to buck into Thorin’s hand, but his efforts were useless as the weight on top of him kept him still. But it didn’t stop the desperation. “Thorin! Please!” 

“Perhaps I’ll replace one of your seven meals with my come instead.” Thorin smirked while his fangs sank into Bilbo’s shoulder. Trickles of blood came down and the coppery taste almost had his eyes rolling to the back of his head. “Mm… or I’ll add my come to one of your seven meals. Tell me, darling, how would you feel if I replaced the cream in your tea with thick dwarven seed?” He snarled against his flesh. A sharp flick of the wrist and Bilbo was spilling. 

“Thorin!” He sobbed and trembled all while his little cock pathetically twitched and continued to give little pumps of sperm. It filled Thorin’s hand and the dwarf could not help but pull his hand back and lick up the contents as if he was starving. And the moan that left his lips could have been mistaken for a man dying of thirst drinking water for the first time. 

A low growl left Thorin’s throat as his knot slowly deflated and he was finally able to pull himself off of the hobbit. He flopped next to the tiny thing and groaned in relief. “Fuck… we should do that more often.” The wolf chuckled as his tail wagged against the bed. 

Bilbo just gave a tired nod as he curled up to Thorin’s side. “Yeah… dear Yavanna that was heavenly. I wouldn’t mind being woken up like that from now on.” He smiled while he turned his head toward Thorin. A gentle move forward and he pressed his lips to Thorin’s shoulder. “Mm… though it was very surprising.” 

“I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have done that.” Thorin apologized while guilt started to fill his chest. It was a terrible lapse of judgement and control. He just… took from Bilbo without asking him beforehand. He just allowed himself in because he felt like it was his right. 

“Thorin… I liked it.” Bilbo said while his eyes darted up to Thorin’s. He forced himself to lay on his side so he could more easily eye the dwarf. “I really did… I liked it a lot. But I do think perhaps we should set up some boundaries so we know what makes us comfortable and uncomfortable.”

That alleviated some guilt but it still sat in the back of his mind. It churned and made an unsettling feeling make itself known. If he was so quick and eager to take Bilbo without a second thought, without his consent, what else could he possibly do? 

“I can still hear you thinking about it.” Bilbo said softly while he sat up and moved himself to lay on Thorin’s chest. “Thorin, I’m okay… it was surprising but I liked it.” He insisted again. 

It was hard to convince Thorin but he sighed and gave in. “Fine. But allow me to make up for it.” The dwarf said while pressing a kiss to Bilbo’s cheek and head.

“Make up for it? How?” Bilbo asked as he accepted the kiss and the small bits of affection he got from his husband. Thorin was quite cuddly in the morning, he released. The dwarf wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him close, his lips gingerly pressing kisses to his neck and jaw, then down to his shoulders where the bites lay. 

It was nonstop. Thorin kept pressing his lips to every section of his skin that he had access to, which was all of it. “By loving you until the end of my days.” He gasped while his beard brushed against Bilbo’s skin. It made him tingle, left a trail of fire everywhere it went. “Perhaps soon, we should eat so we may have the energy to keep up our… activities.” 

That drew a groan from Bilbo as he rested his head against Thorin’s shoulder. “Yes… that sounds lovely. Should we bathe first?” The little hobbit consort asked while he let his gaze roam all over Thorin. It felt so nice to be loved on, to be cared for in such a way. 

“Yes. We should wash up so we can eat, then we can have more fun.” Thorin whispered against his skin before pulling away. He carried Bilbo to the bathroom bridal style, his arms holding the hobbit close to his chest. 

The bath was long and luxurious. Thorin made sure to really spoil his hobbit. He washed every inch of him, his neck, his knees, between his furry toes, he loved seeing his little hobbit giggle and just relax while being pampered. He scrubbed his hair with a little roughness to really clean it up, making sure to also get the furry ears, tail and little bits of hair and fur around Bilbo’s body. 

But Thorin quickly let his own mind wander once again as he grabbed Bilbo’s flaccid cock and started to stroke it once again. “A-ah! Nn… Thorin!” Bilbo gasped and immediately grabbed onto the dwarf’s arms. “Oh fuck! Fuck… Thorin…” he whimpered while Thorin pumped his hand faster and faster. 

“I couldn’t resist, amralime… I love hearing your noises too much.” Thorin groaned while stroking Bilbo’s little cock faster and faster, his own excitement growing and making itself known by pressing against Bilbo’s back. It was rock hard and Thorin was already grinding it against Bilbo’s ass. 

“Thorin… oh fuck….” Bilbo gasped and squirmed, his eyes clenched shut while Thorin continued to tease his cock under the water. “So good… ohhh.” Calloused and rough fingers pinched at his cock head, teasing it before moving back to stroke his shaft. “Unnng…” 

“Good boy….” Thorin whispered into his floppy ears, gently taking one into his mouth to bite down. “Mm… just like this… come like this. With me grinding against you and stroking your cock…. And you just sit there, like a pretty hobbit slut.” 

Bilbo could do nothing but obey. He just squirmed and let Thorin give him pleasure. “Thorin…” he whimpered and let his head fall back against the wolf’s hairy chest. “Ah! Nnnng, so good!” He panted when Thorin’s fist moved faster to stroke his cock. 

For several moments Thorin just continued to grind his cock against the hobbit’s ass. “I know, baby… I know, just like this though.” He whispered, his breath hot and wanting. “Just like this… no other pleasure. After we get out and fill our bellies with food I’ll fill you with pups to your heart’s content.”

That made Bilbo tip over the edge. He cried out as his come spilled from his cock and dissolved in the water. The bunny went limp in Thorin’s arms while the wolf hurried his thrusts, determined to come as well. 

“Almost there, I’m almost there.” Thorin groaned in reassurance as his knot began to swell up. And not a second later, the dwarf slammed his cock and knot deep into Bilbo’s pussy, spilling his own seed inside once more. “Oh! Fuck!” He groaned. 

Another half hour later and the two uncoupled and finished their bath. They got themselves dried off and dressed before making their way out toward the dining hall. “Mmm… three rounds so far today.” Thorin smirked down at Bilbo. The hobbit’s face grew flush as he stayed by Thorin’s side. 

“Oh hush now, that is not proper talk outside of the bedroom.” Bilbo smirked as he stood closer to Thorin, his hand sneakily groping the prince’s ass. Thorin’s tail wagged quickly in excitement. Oh he couldn’t wait for breakfast to be over so he could feed Bilbo something else. 

Breakfast was a rather uneventful time. Both creatures just ate their food, which consisted of eggs, bacon, toast, diced and cooked potatoes, and tea. Well, tea for Bilbo, water for Thorin. 

However things took a turn when the prince watched Bilbo reach for the cream for his tea. “You know… I wasn’t kidding when I said I’d fill your tea with my come.” Thorin said, which made the hobbit stop dead in his tracks. 

Sage green eyes darted up to Thorin and the wolf could see a sparkle of mischief. “Well, honor your word then.” Bilbo said with a wink. Well, how could Thorin pass up such an offer? 

Bilbo handed his cup of tea to Thorin and waited for him to get started on his work. Thorin was quick to unlace his breeches and start stroking his cock without shame underneath the table. 

His breathing was heavy, his gaze intense as he stared at Bilbo. “You filthy slut, you act so prissy out of the bedroom, but you love when I perform such deplorable acts with you.” Thorin snarled while his hand moved faster, his grip harsh and tight. He wanted to come so badly inside of Bilbo’s tea so he could see the little thing drink it. 

“Of course, I am your husband after all.” Bilbo winked. Oh that did it. Thorin was spilling into Bilbo’s tea, the thick creamy substance turning the typical brown tea into a lighter shade. He groaned in pleasure and made sure every single drop fell into the drink. 

Panting heavily, Thorin watched as Bilbo drank the come filled tea and it almost made his cock throb back to life. But it didn’t just yet… not yet. He wanted to get his next load directly into Bilbo’s womb again. 

The rest of breakfast went off without a hitch. Bilbo and Thorin fed each other, just as Bilbo stated he liked the previous day. It was a nice bonding moment with Bilbo cuddled against Thorin’s side and chest. “And that’s when my mother found me in my bedroom with an empty basket of blueberries and an aching stomach.” Bilbo wrapped up his story and Thorin laughed heartily. 

“You sound like Kili when he was younger, a trouble maker!” Thorin said while pressing his nose to the side of the hobbit’s neck. It was nice to have this tender moment between breeding sessions… It was sweet and nice.  “I’m sure you never did such a thing again.” 

A sneaky smile on Bilbo’s face told him everything he needed. “I may have… done the same thing with strawberries and grapes.” He said while his hands gingerly stroked Thorin’s hair and ears. 

Thorin chortled before another idea popped into his brain. “Perhaps I could feed you strawberries while I fuck you… dip them in cream while pushing them past your lips. Seeing them close around the fruit would make me come instantly.” He said darkly as he took a sip of his water. 

“Perhaps….” Bilbo winked while finishing his food. They sat there for a moment, eyes boring into each other while the hunger grew and stewed. Another sip of water. 

Then Thorin stood from the table. “Back to the bedroom, now.” He commanded and grabbed Bilbo’s arm tightly. The hobbit was practically dragged back to their chambers and forced onto the plush mattress. “Strip, slut .” He growled, voice firm and tail wagging. 

“Yes, sir.” Bilbo quickly obeyed and took his clothes off, starting with his trousers and then his small. The moment they were off, Thorin climbed over Bilbo and began to attack his neck with fervent hot kisses and teeth to mark it up. Bilbo’s neck was covered in so many bites at this point, he wasn’t sure where they stopped and where they started. 

The kisses moved from Bilbo’s neck to his thighs, Thorin tightly gripping the supple flesh and rubbing his face against it. His beard left a trail of fire and only made Bilbo moan with want. “Thorin….” He whimpered when the dwarf only moved closer and closer to his soaked pussy. “Yo-you’re making me-“

“Tremble…? I know.” Thorin smirked while he pressed his face against Bilbo’s pussy, his tongue delving deep inside while his nose pressed against the hobbit’s curled hairs. “Mmm…” a low growl emanated from Thorin’s throat, which vibrated and caused Bilbo to squirm and whimper. “You taste so good, ghivashel.” Came a husky snarl from the dwarf’s throat. 

“Thank y-!” Before Bilbo could even finish, Thorin was swallowing him whole, his tongue fucking deep inside of Bilbo’s body while the hobbit just cried out and bucked his hips back toward Thorin’s face. He could feel the wolf’s nose pressing harder against him. “Mm! Thorin! Ohh- unng!” Bilbo clenched his eyes shut. “Pl-pleASe!” He begged. 

“Please what…?” Thorin pulled back to ask, smirking as he watched how his husband fell apart because of him . Bilbo was begging for him . ‘ Because he belongs to you.’ A dark thought whispered to him. And oh how good it felt to think such things. 

The hobbit’s lust filled eyes rolled around to focus on Thorin. They were filled with tears and his lashes were wet with them. “Make me come….” His voice was hoarse and broken. Perfect. 

“I will, ghivashel…. I will.” Thorin cooed reassuringly before once again pressing his face deep into Bilbo’s pussy. His tongue pushed deep inside while his hand began to quickly stroke Bilbo’s weeping cock. “Mmm…” he groaned lowly, his tongue lapping up all the juice he could. 

His thumb slowly rubbed circles over the tip, smearing the precum around. Bilbo kept bucking his hips toward Thorin’s face. Desperation filled his entire body, needing to release soon. “Thorin…. Thorin!!” Bilbo sobbed. “I’m so close!” 

“Then come!” Thorin pulled away to bark at Bilbo. He continued to tug at Bilbo’s cock, wishing to see it spill once more with delectable spend. The dwarf prince then leaned in to gently put his teeth on the red and sensitive clit. And that was it. 

Bilbo was blinded by pleasure, his vision failing him and his body feeling intense tingling right down to his fingertips and toes. “Th-thORiN!” Bilbo screamed. All air escaped his lungs while his cock spilled come all over his stomach and Thorin’s hand. 

A deep groan escaped Thorin as Bilbo’s delicious juices flooded his mouth and spilt into his beard. He would eat this everyday for breakfast, lunch, and dinner… Bilbo was just too perfect for him. This little bunny, this little hobbit was all his. 

Thorin’s cock twitched as soon as he pulled away, finished cleaning up Bilbo’s pussy. His beard was glistening at this point due to the hobbit. “Now, my dearest hobbit, be prepared to take me-“ his eyes grew wide when he noticed Bilbo was shaking and his eyes were barely open. “Oh… I’m sorry, are you tired?” He asked softly, concern lacing his voice while he laid beside him. 

It took a moment for Bilbo to answer, feeling arms wrap around his chest and waist. “Mmm…” he whined. “I am… but… but we can…” the hobbit’s eyes fully closed. 

A frown danced on Thorin’s features before he pressed a comforting kiss on Bilbo’s shoulder blade. He could see the little bunny’s ears flop over. “Rest, ghivashel. We can continue after some rest.” He reassured before burying his face in his golden locks. 

“Thank you.” Was all he heard before the sound of gentle snoring filled the air. Thorin just stayed awake a moment longer. These moments were precious and his… all his. Bilbo would never have intimacy like this with another again unless they wished to feel Thorin’s fangs in their throat. 

“Mine."

Notes:

As always, I hope you enjoyed!

Chapter 9

The rest of the day was filled with many rounds of fun and many attempts at putting a pup in Bilbo’s womb. Both Bilbo and Thorin had a lot of excitement in this venture, just enjoying each other. But when all was said and done, and when the next sun rose, Bilbo sat on the bed with the blanket wrapped around his shoulders. 

He stared at his legs, which were covered in Thorin’s bites, hand marks, scrapes from claws, it was quite a sight. ‘I’ve never been so marked up.’ Bilbo thought while he wiggled his toes and his tail wagged. 

Next to him, Thorin was asleep. The prince was curled around a pillow and just enjoying the moment of rest. He had fucked himself into quite a slumber. But the hobbit watched Thorin with a loving expression, his nose twitching. “Oh, Thorin….” His hand ran through Thorin’s hair. It was silky… beautiful. 

He let his eyes wander to the marriage braid, eyeing the gems he had chosen to be braided into it. The wonder of what they meant filled his head. In the moment, he just chose the prettiest ones, but the crowd had a reaction… and he wasn’t sure if it was a good one or a bad one. 

So with a determined heart, Bilbo stepped out of bed and walked toward the bathroom. He gave himself a long luxurious bath, scrubbing his hair with a moan and making sure the fur on his body was pristine. After his bath, he got dressed in a blue tunic and black trousers and walked out of the chambers. 

It was a nice walk to the library, many dwarves glancing his way and giving a bow. It was quite strange… he never experienced such a thing before. His title was just ‘Mister Bilbo’ back in the Shire and even that was a stretch for certain hobbits, Lobelia. 

The large doors soon were pushed open by small hobbit hands and the bunny walked in with a smile, his heart racing. He didn’t think he’d ever get tired of the library, it was just so tremendous and beautiful. And there were just so many books! Even if he didn’t understand Khuzdul it didn’t stop his amazement. But he recalled Balin mentioning him getting to learn the dwarf language after the wedding, though he wondered if there was a probationary period before he could finally learn.

Unfortunately, Bilbo was unable to narrow down what he was looking for. He searched yet there was just too many shelves! Damn this… “Need help, Consort Bilbo?” A timid voice asked. And when the hobbit whipped over, he saw the librarian, Ori! 

“Ah, Ori!” Bilbo grinned as his tail wagged quickly. The librarian walked over with a nervous smile. His hands were finicking with loose threads in his fingerless gloves, a nervous tick. Bilbo was quick to pick it up, he had quite a few nervous ticks himself. “No need to treat me so differently, I’m still Bilbo.” 

“I know.” Ori said quickly and looked around, his tail tucked between his legs. “I just… if the King or Prince heard me speak so casually, I could be punished.” He looked around as if double-checking to make sure either weren’t in the library.

This caused Bilbo to raise a brow. “Thorin would never harm you, Ori. He’s a good guy.” He said with a smile, trying to reassure the young dwarf. 

But Ori didn’t look so convinced. “For now.” He muttered under his breath. That caused Bilbo’s ears to flick and his eyes narrow. He wasn’t sure how to take that… but he would ignore it for now. “But, did you need help?” He asked once again. 

“Ah, yes. I’m trying to find a book that will help me understand the meaning of stones.” Bilbo said while he turned back to the books, trying to forget what Ori just said about Thorin. It unsettled him just a bit… not much… but enough to make something small start to scratch at the back of his mind.

He was no idiot, he knew of the gold sickness that Thorin’s line fell to. From what Balin said, Thror succumbed to it and Thrain was beginning to become lost as well. But Thorin… 

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“Gold sickness… it is a fierce and jealous love, Bilbo.” Balin said softly while they stared at the starry night sky. They laid uncomfortably on bedrolls and tried to ignore the constant noises of bugs and other critters running through the woods.

Bilbo’s ears twitched in an attempt to flick off a small flea that was getting a bit too bold in trying to attach itself. He couldn’t show up to a grand kingdom covered in pests, could he? But Balin’s words drew him back to his current situation. “Gold sickness?” He asked curiously, his gaze moving from the starry sky to the older dwarf. 

The wolf’s gaze was wistful… and far. His hands were busy picking at threads in his bedroll. He seemed hesitant to really delve into it. But after a moment, Balin’s head turned toward Bilbo and he really stared at him. “Tis a terrible plague in the hearts and minds of the line of Durin,” Balin started as he sat up straight. “It makes them blind to those around them, terribly greedy and jealous… possessive. 

Thror succumbed to it many years ago. Thorin would nightly have to grab him from his treasure room to bring him to bed, Thror would fight every second of it.” Balin’s gaze dropped.

Bilbo hadn’t seen Balin in such a state the entire journey. It was unnerving to see him so… disheartened, nervous. “And… this will affect Thorin?” He asked while he moved to sit up straight. It wasn’t like anything he ever heard of… well, he heard of the greed of Men and dwarves before, but never to this extent. 

“We can… hope it won’t. Thorin has shown great resilience to the gold sickness and vows he will not turn out like Thror,” then Balin’s voice lowered. “but Thrain has already shown signs of… falling.” Balin’s eyes quickly glanced at Thrain, who was deep asleep and curled up quite away from the rest of the caravan. The fire that lit his sleeping form almost looked like golden light… 

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The memory of that night stayed with Bilbo the rest of the journey. He would never forget the way Balin’s ears twitched and were on high alert, as if trying to watch out for Thrain listening in on them. 

Ori’s words didn’t help. In fact, it just made Bilbo nervous. He didn’t want to think Thorin would succumb to such an illness… Thorin was strong from what Bilbo had seen in their short time knowing each other. And it wasn’t as if Thorin hadn’t spoken of the gold sickness either…

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“Bilbo, I don’t want this marriage to contain any secrets,” Thorin said while his hands tightly gripped Bilbo’s soft ones. It wasn’t unnerving… but it was definitely not very fun. 

“Oh… okay, what did you want to-“

“Has anyone told you of the gold sickness?” Thorin interrupted quickly, eyes wide and wild, focused entirely on Bilbo and every bit of him. 

Oh. That was it then. Clearing his throat, Bilbo opened his mouth to answer. “Well, yes. Balin told me a bit about it when we were traveling up here.” He answered honestly. His own gaze was drilling into Thorin’s, just wishing to make him comfortable and feel heard. 

Unfortunately, that did not help and Thorin was frowning. “Well, he had every right to tell you such a thing. It’s a terrible, terrible ailment that runs in my family,” he started as he looked over his shoulder, hoping none of his people were listening in. 

“It claimed my grandfather… and as I’m sure you’ve noticed, my father isn’t completely there.” Thorin gave Bilbo’s hand a squeeze. “There is a possibility that I could…” he couldn’t finish, eyes now avoiding Bilbo’s gaze. 

A frown danced on Bilbo’s face. The tension in the air was thick at the thought of Thorin slowly going mad, becoming obsessed with gold and riches and ignoring everyone around him. They may be strangers to each other but it was a terrible fate for anyone to endure. It wasn’t like Bilbo was heartless. 

When Thorin started to pull his hand away, growing insecure with how responseless Bilbo seemed to be, his ears began to flop over. The hobbit immediately grabbed his hand tightly, making his ears stand right back up. It was surprising, a slight flush now on the dwarf’s face. He hadn’t expected that at all. 

“Thorin Oakenshield. As long as I am your husband… I will not allow you to become gold sick. I will be there for you every step of the way, I will do whatever it takes to protect you.” Bilbo said sternly. His gaze was determined, a fierce fire behind it. 

It was shocking to hear such a promise come from such a small thing. Thorin’s mother never promised such a thing to Thrain. She tried to avoid him when he showed signs of the illness… and Thror’s husband left the first time Thror ever snapped at him for “coveting his treasure.”

Thorin’s tail wagged just a bit, thumping against the chair he sat on. “Truly..? You would stick by me, even if I become sick?” He asked with a croaked voice. For the first time in years, a glimmer of hope shimmered in Thorin’s heart. 

“What else is marriage for?” Bilbo teased. “I swear to it, Thorin. I will always stick by your side, even in sickness.” 

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The memory had Bilbo staring at the table where he and Thorin had that conversation. It wasn’t even two weeks ago they discussed such a terrible thing, the possibility of Thorin succumbing to the sickness with no hopes of coming out of it. 

“Consort Bilbo?” Ori’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. The hobbit startled just a bit but he looked to the librarian. “I found the book you were looking for.” He smiled nervously and held a rather large book in hands. 

It had the image of several stones and gems on the cover with beautiful script on the front in gold. “Oh wow, thank you.” Bilbo smiled as he took the book. His fingers ran over the spine for a moment before he gave Ori a bow. “I’ll get to reading this now.” He said and moved to a table to read. 

After taking a seat, Bilbo dropped the book on the table and immediately got to work researching the stones he had chosen for Thorin’s marriage braid. He wasn’t sure what they were called… but he remembered what they looked like.

First… the milky white wine. He flipped through pages and soon came across it. “A moonstone..? It kind of looks like the Arkenstone.” He muttered while he tried to delve into the meanings. “Balance, intuition… new beginnings.” He whispered under his breath.

It was… quite appropriate for their wedding then. It would be the beginning of their new life together. Not just as a couple, but as Bilbo being the representative for the Shire, the alliance. It was beautiful. 

“Well, I got lucky the first time. Let’s see how lucky I can be with the other two gems.” Bilbo muttered while he flipped through the other pages. 

Next was that deep red one… he figured it had to be a ruby of some sorts. It wasn’t too hard to figure out, but he wanted to know what it meant. When he found the page with rubies he got to reading. 

“Strength… vitality, love, passion.” Bilbo whispered, face growing redder and redder with every word. “Goodness, I got really lucky with these gems.” He said while his hands roamed over the page. He thought about how he just gathered them because they looked pretty… but knowing they had such deep and beautiful meanings made his tail wag wildly, thumping against the chair. 

Finally, was the cloudy pink stone. Bilbo figured it had to be more of a rock than an actual gem… but he looked with a low hum until he came across a similar gem in the book. “Heart stone? Beautiful name… I can’t believe I got lucky three times in a row.” He chuckled before his eyes glazed over the meaning. 

This made his heart beat faster, his tail now thumping wildly against the wooden chair to the point that several a few dwarves were peeking over. “Sorry.” Bilbo apologized in a whisper before looking back to the book. “Unconditional love… Infinite peace.” 

Well… he was a damn lucky hobbit for choosing such excellent gems and stones for Thorin’s marriage braid. A moonstone, ruby, and heart stone. Bilbo wondered if Thorin knew, but of course he had to know! He was a dwarf and knew stones as well as Bilbo knew flowers! Yet Thorin didn’t say anything about it during the wedding… but the crowd had an obvious reaction.

It was strange to think about, how he effortlessly found such perfect stones to symbolize their union and future relationship. A smile made way to Bilbo’s face before he closed the book and put it away. 

After thanking Ori, Bilbo exited the library and began to make his way back toward his and Thorin’s chambers. “Thorin,” he opened the door. “You won’t believe what I-“ the hobbit was roughly grabbed and slammed against the wall. His eyes were wide and his heart pounding, breathing heavily as he stared at the dwarf with terror. 

“Where were you?!” Thorin snarled while getting in Bilbo’s face. His claws were pressing just a bit into Bilbo’s shoulders. 

The hobbit was completely taken aback by Thorin’s behavior. He struggled just a bit. “Thorin! What is the meaning of this?” Bilbo asked with a glare as his hands clenched into fists. This was so unlike him… Thorin hadn't treated him this way before.

Thorin was snarling, foam gathering at his mouth while he stared down at the bunny. His ears were pressed flat against his head, his eyes were narrowed and teeth bared. “You were gone when I woke up… and now you smell like… like other dwarf.” He growled. 

“Other dw- Thorin! I was at the library researching the gems I chose for your braid, and that other dwarf smell is Ori!” Bilbo huffed and crossed his arms. 

That made Thorin tense up and slowly pull off of Bilbo. “You… what?” He asked, the strange glint in his eyes slowly dimmed down.

“I was researching the gems I chose for your braid so I could better understand what they meant.” Bilbo said through grit teeth, he was getting more frustrated now. “Now, care to explain to me why you decided to just slam me against the wall like I was a threat?” 

Thorin hesitated before he answered. “I-I just,” He looked away. “I… I don’t know. I was just… asleep and when I woke up, you weren’t there. Panic and… anger filled my body… my brain.” After a second his gaze lifted back to Bilbo. “I’m sorry…” his tail tucked in between his legs.

That little look Thorin gave him had Bilbo’s ears flopping over. “Thorin, I… forgive you for now. But that.. that cannot happen again.” He said sternly and stared at the dwarf with a hard expression. “I love you, but I am not some object for you to own.” 

“I know!” Thorin snapped before he reeled himself in. “I-I know… I do. It’s just… hard. I think…” his gaze turned to his wedding robe that was hung up… a longing gaze in his eyes. “Never mind what I think, I’ll make sure it never happens again.” He said softly and held Bilbo’s hand, kissing the back of it. 

“Forgive me?” Thorin asked with a whine. 

“Of course.” Bilbo gave a reassuring smile and pressed a kiss to Thorin’s cheek. He would let this go for now, but he kept it tucked away in his head, just in case he needed to talk to Balin about it or take another trip to the library researching this… it couldn’t be the gold sickness, could it? 

Whatever it was, it made Thorin irrational and angry in a way he had never seen in anyone before. Bilbo swallowed thickly before he slowly pulled away from Thorin. “Now… i just… wanted to confirm my findings.” He said softly. 

Thorin nodded slowly and led Bilbo to the bed. “Right… my braid gems.” He said while he raises a claw to them, touching the tiny things. “I recall you saying you did not know their meaning during the ceremony, it rendered me shocked due to how… appropriate they are to our situation.” He said while he took Bilbo’s hands. 

Bilbo nodded while he stared into Thorin’s eyes. “Right…” he glanced to the gems and cleared his throat. “But… now I know their meanings.” He said with a smile, trying to shake off his nerves. 

“And… do you still want them to be braided into my hair?” Thorin asked with a hoarse tone while he rubbed the back of Bilbo’s hand with his thumb. He would understand if Bilbo wanted to switch them out now due to his behavior or other reasons. 

But Bilbo just gave Thorin a nod of the head. “Yes, I do.” He said to the dwarf before leaning in to kiss his lips. His ears twitched at the sound of Thorin’s tail thumping on the bed. No matter how often it happened it was always cute. 

That helped the dwarf relax, his eyes closing while he pushed into Bilbo’s touches. And they sat like that for just a while, Bilbo reassuring Thorin with gentle touches and caresses, soft words of love and gentleness. It was becoming a habit at this point. 

“Mm… Bilbo…” Thorin whispered and closed his eyes tighter. “Please… please, I know we are married but never leave me…” he begged as hoarseness took his voice. 

That almost made Bilbo still. Thorin was begging him to never leave. It was as if the wolf thought Bilbo would abandon him despite their marriage vows. Like they meant nothing to the hobbit when it wasn’t true. The vows they shared meant everything to Bilbo, the promise to find each other again during their next lives was a part he especially clung to. 

But of course, Thorin was scared now. Bilbo had seen through the cracks of his usual mask and witnessed the part of him that was treated as a demon, like filth amongst the earth. There was a good reason for Bilbo to bolt now… but good thing hobbits didn’t believe in divorce. 

“What a ridiculous request.” Bilbo said softly which caused Thorin to sob, clinging tighter to Bilbo. Claws dug through clothes and pierced skin in terror, desperation. Heavy breathing and whimpers filled the air as the mighty dwarf prince let his tears flow down Thorin’s face. “Thorin… it’s ridiculous because it was never a thought in my mind.” He whispered against plush ears. 

A choke escaped Thorin and he immediately looked up at Bilbo with puffy red eyes and a shocked expression. “Indeed…? You-you weren’t considering leaving my side?” The dwarf asked in a croak and pushed his head from Bilbo’s chest to his arms.

“Of course I wasn’t, silly dwarf.” Bilbo scoffed as he began to stroke Thorin’s hair, which helped to soothe them. He smiled down at him, feeling good that he was able to make Thorin feel reassured. 

Another couple of strands of hair slipped through Bilbo’s fingers. “Why would I…? I vowed not even a week ago to always stay by your side. Through your strengths and faults.” A tender whisper while he pulled Thorin closer against him. 

And the mighty wolf prince allowed himself to be pulled into Bilbo’s arms, his own wrapping around the hobbit’s waist. He buried his face into Bilbo’s shoulders. “Mmm… oh Bilbo….” He lifted his head just a bit, still resting his chin on the hobbit. 

Yet his eyes still held a portion of the madness and the whispers in his mind only subtly started up again. “Mine… mine… mine….” Thorin mouthed alongside with the whispers, his tail wagging and a grin growing from ear to ear.

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