Bilbo/Thorin Scenelets
Author: wanderingsmith
2014
Summary: Unrelated random shippy scenelets
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I ain't got no money, and nobody'd
be daft enough to pay me for this. As it is thought,
so let it be said; you make the toys, I play with
'em..
AN: rather than spamming with a bunch of
tiny fics, changing this to the ficlet depot
Goto Chapter 2: Sneak
(PG13 - UST)
Chapter
one (NC17): Privacy
apr
2, 2016
AN:Mature
If you come 'a knockin' when the bus is 'a
rockin'... wait for permission to enter!!
-s-e-x-s-e-x-s-e-x-s-e-x-
WARNING
-s-e-x-s-e-x-s-e-x-s-e-x-
The first time they got horny in the kitchen, Bilbo's
only moaned grumble was at the idea of such unhygienic
doings on his table.
The second time, it was the armchair in the hallway, and
he didn't say a word.
Until his cousin gave a perfunctory knock and walked
right in the door. He and Thorin didn't so much as hear
the knock through their own pounding hearts.
Luckily, Druk was a good fellow, with a fairly stout
heart for a Baggins, and recovered enough to turn around
and walk back out. Leaving the two of them frozen in
shock for a moment.
Then Thorin growled, "Do hobbits often walk in without
waiting for someone to open the door??"
Bilbo cleared his throat, sifting his thighs off
Thorin's shoulders so he could stand and help the dwarf
up off his knees, "Well.. friends and family, yyyes. I
suppose we do," his voice quieted, "Most hobbits have
families by the time they live alone. Parents can't...
do this. With children always a risk of appearing. And
I... well. Everyone knew I was alone."
A wide hand cupped his cheek softly as blue eyes shared
loneliness with him for a quiet moment. Then the dwarf
laid a blessing kiss on his forehead, "Ghivashel. I will
install a lock tomorrow. I should have done so when I
first saw you had none. But..."
Bilbo smiled, "But you did not wish to interfere with
hobbit tradition. You don't have to hobbitfoot around
me, love. This is your home and I love you. I would very
much like some dwarven touches in our life."
The wicked grin that flashed at him from his dwarf's
braided beard made him laugh and throw his arms around
his husband's neck, not the least surprised to be picked
up and carried behind the relative privacy of their
bedroom door.
Chapter
two (PG13): Sneak
apr
2, 2016
AN: UST - PG13
The sooner he left the sooner he could return and
collapse into a shivering puddle of terror.
"We need to know how close that orc pack is to us.
Someone has to scout. Someone who is good at sneaking
unseen." Balin wore a grim expression as they all stood
in a circle, resting and deciding what to do.
Dori silently glared at Nori, who grumbled under his
breath, "I do not usually sneak by *orcs*."
Gandalf looked at Thorin seriously, "Master Baggins
should go."
Bilbo's eyes widened even before everyone turned to him
with speculative looks. Gandalf stepped closer to speak
quietly, "I was not exaggerating the inherent skills of
hobbits, Bilbo. You are all far quieter than you
realize, and I'm quite certain you've already used those
skills quite a few times to avoid your relatives, no?
You'll do fine my lad."
Looking aside from the tall wizard, Bilbo's eyes were
caught by a sharp blue gaze steady on him with.. worry?
He had to stare a little harder, too shocked at the lack
of the disdain he still expected to find there.
Then Thorin was stepping through his kin, and even
Gandalf let him by, though with a sharp look. Thorin's
glare at everyone sent the crowd shifting back away and
he turned to Bilbo to mutter, almost kindly and so low
that the hobbit had to strain to hear, "Balin is correct
that we need someone to scout. But you have nothing to
prove to us; you do not need to bow to the wizard's
needling. I have every trust that Nori can sneak by orcs
as he has by Dwalin in the past."
The last time Thorin had stood so, Bilbo was reeling
from the effects of a tight, entirely unexpected hug. He
had to look away to be able to think. Look away at the
darkness and boulders surrounding them. Darkness that
somewhere, near or far, hid a pack of orcs and wargs
hunting for them. He swallowed hard at the
flame-shrouded memory of a cruel, scarred face leering
at him as teeth longer than his hand threatened to use
his soft belly as a chew toy.
But when he looked away from the dark to the dwarf
standing quietly before him, he shrugged, hoping the
shaking of his hands was hidden by the shadows, "With
all respect to Master Nori, you lot's insistence on
boots will never make you quiet," he tried to smile,
though it felt more like a rictus of fear, "And most
wargs wouldn't know the scent of hobbit any better than
a dragon would."
The hand that fell heavy on his shoulder, but then held
tight as though to help him stand without shaking was
matched by the proud smile that lightened bearded
features before the king bowed his head with what Bilbo
read to be grave thanks. The hobbit returned it with a
sharp little nod of his own, then turned to the
semblance of a path they'd planned to follow, knowing
that nothing anyone said would make this easier and the
sooner he left the sooner he could return and collapse
into a shivering puddle of terror.
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