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Bilbo laughed as Thorin carried him over his shoulder into their room. “I’m perfectly capable of walking!” Bilbo insisted, even as he giggled at Thorin’s show of strength.
“And I’m perfectly capable of carrying you,” Thorin pointed out, lowering Bilbo to the bed. “Now. We have a bed, my Givashel. What do you want to do in it?”
“I still insist that we could have done this in Bag End,” Bilbo pointed out, but Thorin shook his head.
“I have seen that bed. And while comfort may have been its design, durability was not.”
Bilbo chuckled. “Why, are you going to ravish me, king husband?”
Thorin kissed him on the lips, coaxing a moan out of him before he pulled back, tucking Bilbo’s marriage braid behind his ear. “If that is what my husband desires, then thoroughly. ”
Bilbo grinned up at him. “Enjoying the longer hair?”
“Enjoying seeing my mark in your hair. Now that it’s over, I can craft you a proper bead.”
“And I can craft you one,” Bilbo pointed out, only for Thorin to kiss him again, even as he laughed in delight.
“Keep making sounds for me,” Thorin growled against his lips, before shifting to kiss his cheek, behind his ear, his neck-
Bilbo arched into Thorin’s touch, moaning as Thorin scraped his teeth over the spot he knew Bilbo liked.
“Let me see you,” Thorin growled into Bilbo’s skin. “Let me see that you are safe.”
Bilbo nodded, hastily shedding his waistcoat and shirt, before pawing at Thorin’s clothes, trying to take them off as well.
Thorin placed a hand on his hip, holding him still as he took him in, observing the scars that had long since healed.
The warg bite along Bilbo’s shoulder.
The curved burn along his stomach.
The vicious burns along his hand, and the various small silver streaks from the cuts he’d endured through their journey.
Bilbo started to fidget uncomfortably, and Thorin pulled him close, pressing kisses against the scar along Bilbo’s shoulder.
“You’re beautiful,” Thorin whispered, and Bilbo squirmed as he blushed.
“So are you-“ he tried to cut off but Thorin silenced him with a finger to his lips.
“Let me worship you, Givashel. Let me whisper my praise into your skin.”
Bilbo relented, doing his best to stay still as Thorin’s fingers traced his skin.
He gasped as Thorin pushed him gently back down, pressing kisses across his chest, paying close attention to the burn along his stomach.
“You shall never come to pain again,” Thorin swore. “And I shall bring you nothing but pleasure.”
“Then do, ” Bilbo begged, having to close his eyes. “Right now you’re just teasing. ”
Thorin chuckled against his skin, then pulled back, his fingers slipping under Bilbo’s clothes. “As you wish,” he whispered, pulling down Bilbo’s pants and licking Bilbo’s cock.
Bilbo squeaked, knees jerking in surprise, only to be held down by Thorin’s hands as Thorin kissed along Bilbo’s length, before pulling back. “How do you want me?” Thorin asked, and Bilbo blushed furiously, shaking his head.
“You’re asking me to decide?!” he asked. “You’re the one with more experience!”
“A choice then,” Thorin offered. “You can remain here, and I can ravish you like this, though it might be more uncomfortable, or, you can turn over, and I can take you from behind, which would be more comfortable for you.”
Bilbo took a few breaths, forcing his blush to fade. “Like this,” he decided. “I want to be able to kiss you.”
Thorin leaned down and stole another kiss, before slipping off the last of Bilbo’s clothes, quickly followed by the last of his own.
Bilbo squeaked, blushing, and Thorin chuckled. “Everything alright, Givashel?”
Bilbo nodded fervently. “Absolutely fine,” he whispered. “Just- fuck you’re big!”
Thorin laughed, the sound deep and comforting, and Bilbo felt himself relaxing a bit. “You have seen me before,” Thorin pointed out. “You haven’t exactly been shy in the rivers when we’re bathing.”
“Neither have I been trying to fit you inside me- or, not there at any rate. And I’m fairly certain my mouth’s a lot bigger.”
“I promise you shall feel no pain,” Thorin reminded him. “Let me pleasure you.”
Bilbo relaxed as Thorin grabbed oil, spreading it on his fingers before he propped himself up next to Bilbo, so he could watch Bilbo’s face, his fingers gently tracing along Bilbo’s rim.
Bilbo tensed as one finger gently slid inside, and Thorin shushed him with gentle kisses as he moved, slowly stretching Bilbo.
“Do you have experience?” Bilbo asked, and Thorin stilled.
“Some. Many years ago.”
“Well, good. At least one of us knows what he’s doing.”
Thorin kissed Bilbo again, using the distraction to slide another finger inside.
“Easy,” Thorin whispered, “You’re doing wonderfully, just hold on for me.”
“Shouldn’t I be holding on to you?” Bilbo asked, and Thorin nodded.
“Then do.”
Bilbo reached up, curling one hand around Thorin’s shoulder, the other around his marriage braid, and Thorin kissed him again.
He curved his fingers, and Bilbo whimpered, clinging tighter to Thorin.
“Careful,” Bilbo whispered, his voice strained, and Thorin immediately slowed.
“Of course. I will go as slowly as you need me to.”
Even with Thorin moving slowly, it didn’t take long for Bilbo to begin begging for another finger, and Thorin gladly gave it to him, gently spreading him open.
Something sparked behind Bilbo’s eyes, and he grabbed Thorin’s face, hauling him into a kiss as he whimpered.
“Are you alright?” Thorin asked as they broke the kiss, and Bilbo nodded.
“I’m fine, just- it’s overwhelming. But good overwhelming. Promise.”
Thorin nodded, grinning slightly. “Think you’re ready?” he asked, before kissing his way down Bilbo’s neck.
“Mmm- I’m ready,” Bilbo gasped, and Thorin shifted down, kissing along Bilbo’s chest, then his stomach, then his head was between Bilbo’s thighs, and his teeth gently scraped Bilbo’s inner thigh and Bilbo squeaked, throwing a hand over his face.
“Beautiful,” Thorin commented, then he sat up, grabbing more oil, smirking down at Bilbo as he poured the oil on his cock, his hand slowly, teasingly spreading the oil over it.
Bilbo groaned, his ears blushing furiously, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away.
“Do I have your attention?” Thorin asked, and Bilbo nodded. “Good. Keep your eyes on me.”
When Thorin slid into him, Bilbo threw his head back, pulling in breaths as the pressure and fullness and rightness consumed him.
“ Bilbo, ” Thorin whispered, Bilbo’s name a prayer on his lips, and Bilbo reached out, tangling his mangled hand with Thorin’s uninjured one.
“Thorin,” Bilbo whispered back, pulling Thorin closer till Thorin was braced over him, his cock buried deep inside Bilbo.
They took a moment, both just breathing through the sensation, before Thorin kissed Bilbo again, and began to move.
Bilbo threw his head back, clinging to Thorin as Thorin thrust into him, pressing kisses along his neck as he fucked into him.
Bilbo couldn’t stop the moans and gasps that fell from his mouth, and Thorin pressed his hands to the bed, his fingers clasping Bilbo’s as he groaned, kissing Bilbo once more.
“How did I ever get so lucky?” Thorin asked, his voice stuttering as he continued to fuck him. “To fall in love with you twice? To be- nnng- given this chance?”
Bilbo strained his neck, trying to reach Thorin to kiss him again, and Thorin bent his head down once more, allowing Bilbo to press his lips against Thorin’s, gently capturing Thorin’s bottom lip with his teeth. “I don’t know,” Bilbo gasped, “don’t know what I did either. But I’d rather enjoy it than question it- Thorin! ”
He gasped, arching off the bed, and Thorin let go of Bilbo’s hands, instead holding him by the hips and thrusting faster, till Bilbo arched his back with a cry, spilling between them as Thorin came with a growl.
After several moments, Thorin collapsed onto the bed next to Bilbo, holding him close.
“Every day,” Thorin promised, “I will enjoy every day I have been given with you. My Givashel. My Arkenstone.”
Bilbo chuckled at that, curling tight around Thorin. “My Oakenshield,” he whispered into Thorin’s chest. “My treasure.” He snorted, chuckling a bit as he realized. “…I really did take one fourteenth the treasure. I got you .”
Thorin threw his head back and laughed.
The wedding was a blur of color and wild cheering.
Bilbo could barely remember the words he was supposed to say, but Thorin tripped up and said the wrong thing entirely, which caused everyone to burst out laughing.
The ribbon tied around their wrists was gold and silver, tying Bilbo’s injured hand to Thorin.
The whole of Erebor turned up, along with half of Dale, Beorn, a few elves from Mirkwood, Elrond, and Gandalf.
He’s sure that several hobbits would have loved to attend, but one week was hardly enough time to get them all the way to the lonely mountain.
During the feast, Dain came up to them, congratulating them both.
“So,” he crossed his arms, looking Bilbo up and down. “This is the hobbit.”
Bilbo had to fight to keep down the laugh at the similarities. “And you must be Dain. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“And you. You know, information on you was hard to find, what with you running off into the blue like that.”
Bilbo nodded. “I apologize for not meeting with you before, but there were pressing issues at hand.”
“Aye,” Dain agreed, grinning slightly. “Tell me. Is this your first time getting married?” Before Bilbo or Thorin could muster any indignity at that question, Dain barreled right on. “Or did you marry each other before, in the time none of us mortals remember?”
The words died on their lips, and Bilbo stared up at him, speechless.
Thorin recovered his words first. “Bard told you.”
“Actually, the human king is surprisingly tight lipped. I had to figure it out myself. Somewhere between the ‘they argued like an old married couple’ and Gandalf interested in fairy tales… I figured it out.” He tilted his head. “So. How much have you changed?”
“I’m still alive,” Thorin listed. “Bilbo saved me from my madness. Last time… I didn’t give him that chance.”
“And Sauron won’t be coming back,” Bilbo added. “So there won’t be a need for any war any time soon. Not until you decide to take back Moria- which I’d advise against, what with the balrog.”
Dain and Thorin stared at him, and Bilbo grinned a bit, even as Thorin groaned. “One day. One day. I will get context from you,” he whispered, before leaning over and kissing Bilbo soundly.
Thorin was muttering in Khuzdul, and Bilbo rolled his eyes. “ If you’re not going to bother speaking in a language I understand, I don’t feel bad about not responding, ” he decided in Sindarin.
Thorin arched an eyebrow, and responded in a torrent of angry Khuzdul.
“ It’s not my fault Dain’s a pigheaded idiot who’d rather go to war than have to sit through a meeting! ” he responded, still in Sindarin.
Thorin rolled his eyes. He didn’t speak Sindarin any more than Bilbo spoke Khuzdul. The next words he spoke were slow, and deep, and full of anger and venom.
“ You’re not about to intimidate me by speaking in a deep tone, Thorin Oakenshield. ”
Alright, so ‘Thorin Oakenshield’ was in common. Sindarin didn’t have a good translation for it.
Thorin smirked, stepping up to Bilbo and staring down at him, growling out more words Bilbo didn’t have a chance of understanding. Still in that deep tone, but this time there was fire in those words.
He crossed his arms, staring up at Thorin. “ Don’t think you can seduce me into forgetting about this. I mean it Thorin. ”
Thorin grinned a little, taking a step forward, further into Bilbo’s space.
Bilbo swallowed.
The next words were whispered into his ear, and the only word he caught was ‘Givashel’.
He shuddered.
Thorin tilted his head up with one finger on his chin.
“Oh fuck it,” he muttered, grabbing Thorin’s marriage braid and yanking him into a kiss.
Thorin started speaking in Khuzdul around him significantly more after that.
Despite his attempts, Drogo and Primula still passed away.
Fili and Kili stared at the tiny hobbit in Bilbo’s arms.
“That’s-“
“Is he-“
“This is your cousin Frodo,” Bilbo introduced quietly. “Do not wake him, it was a very long trip and he is very tired.”
“He’s so small, ” Fili pointed out, staring.
“Yes, and he’s just lost his parents so this is all very scary for him. Be nice, ” Bilbo instructed.
“Some things won’t change,” Thorin noted, and Bilbo stared up at him. “…It’ll be an honor getting to know and raise your nephew, as you have known and raised mine.”
“Oy, Bilbo didn’t raise us!” Kili objected.
“Yeah, we were adults when we met him-“
“ Boys, ” Bilbo hissed as Frodo shifted in his arms, and the twins immediately stopped.
“He’s going to have a rather large family looking out for him now,” Thorin pointed out. “Do you think he’ll be alright?”
Bilbo nodded. “The Tooks were the ones watching out for him before this. If he can handle them, he can handle anything.”
“Can I hold him?” Fili asked, and Bilbo smiled, nodding as he gently passed Frodo over to him.
“Be very careful, he’s still only twelve.”
“He’s a baby still!” Kili cooed, thankfully quietly.
Thorin chuckled as he leaned on Bilbo’s shoulder. “What do you think will happen when they meet an actual baby?” he asked, and Bilbo shuddered.
“I’d rather not find out for several years.”
“Lord Legolas!” Bilbo greeted, even as a rebellious twenty year old Frodo ran off to greet Sam, “I wasn’t expecting to see you with the caravan. How have you been?”
Legolas seemed happier now, given that most of the spiders of Mirkwood had been pushed back. “Consort Bilbo, it’s a pleasure as always. I’m doing well. I was asked to accompany the caravan from Mirkwood, and I thought I might visit Tauriel while I was here.”
“Asked? I didn’t realize your father wanted to encourage communications with the mountain.”
Legolas shook his head. “Not by my father, no.” he glanced behind him, to where Sam was hugging Frodo, even as he stared at Legolas.
Bilbo chuckled. “Ah yes, tweens can be shockingly persuasive.”
“Frodo!!” two more voices sounded, and Bilbo had to bite back a groan as Merry and Pippin bounded from the caravan, collapsing on top of Frodo in a pile of limbs.
“…I see Sam brought his friends,” Bilbo commented, chuckling a bit. “Let’s hope Fili and Kili don’t get too attached.”
“I had also wanted to talk to you,” Legolas continued. “You had mentioned a strange creature who might appear in our woods? We found him.”
Bilbo swallowed. “…Gollum.”
“He is as you described, only he does not respond to that name. He only answers to Smeagol now. He is… docile. You had mentioned two distinct personalities?” At Bilbo’s nod, Legolas continued. “He now only shows one. He seems… at a loss.”
“Almost fifty years, and he’s still at a loss without the ring,” Bilbo commented, mostly to himself. “What do you plan to do with him?”
“So long as he shows no hostilities, we intend to try to rehabilitate him.”
Bilbo smiled a bit. “Good… that is good. Please, keep me informed of your progress?”
“Of course.” Legolas bowed slightly to him, then a bit more to Thorin who approached. “King Thorin. I have not seen you since the wedding.”
“Be welcome in our halls, Legolas,” Thorin greeted. “Tauriel speaks highly of you. Far higher than your king.”
Bilbo elbowed Thorin in the ribs, but Legolas did not take offense. “I cannot speak to my father’s thoughts on the matter, but I am honored by your words.”
Oh, good. Legolas had realized his father was a prick.
“And who’s this pointy eared bastard?” a deep voice called over, and Bilbo had to bite back the words on his lips.
He couldn’t interfere with this.
Legolas turned and raised an eyebrow at Gimli, who was scowling at him. “Legolas, prince of the woodland realm. I’m providing an escort to the young hobbits. And with manners like that, I have to assume you are a child of the original company. Given your hair… Gimli? Gloin’s son?”
Gimli glowered, even as he glanced over at the hobbits. “Well. If you’re protecting them. I guess you’re not horrible. For an elf.”
As Gimli stomped away, and Legolas left to find Tauriel, Bilbo found himself laughing into Thorin’s chest.
“How did those two ever work it out?” Thorin asked, and Bilbo shook his head.
“You should have seen the other timeline. They were nearly ready to kill each other when they first met!” Bilbo laughed.
Thorin sighed, smiling slightly as Bilbo continued to chuckle. “So. Worse than our first meeting, where I insulted you so badly you nearly didn’t join the company?”
“Or where I blustered about like a fool, complaining about pocket handkerchiefs?” Bilbo smiled up at him. “Oh, much worse. But they worked it out then, I’m sure they’ll work it out now.”
Thorin leaned down and kissed him. “Good. They deserve a happy ending. Much like ours.”
Bilbo grinned. “No, no our happy ending is for us. They can go find their own.”
They heard squealing nearby, and found Frodo hiding his head in his hands, blushing, and then the other hobbits were grabbing his arms, pulling him away.
“…We should go make sure he’s alright,” Bilbo commented, and Thorin nodded.
“We will. In a moment.” Thorin lifted Bilbo’s hand, kissing the back of it. “Let his friends help him first.”
“He’s going to have amazing friends,” Bilbo agreed. “Despite everything. Time finds a way to bring people together. Oh! That’s probably what their quest is going to be! Aragorn still needs to reclaim his throne!”
Thorin sighed into Bilbo’s hair. “Givashel. I beg of you. Context. ”