Disclaimer: I do not own the Hobbit.

Thorin smiled as he checked the preparations again for the seventh time. He usually had Bilbo do things like this, planning things and setting things up and talking to people. He had given Bilbo all the tasks he could think of and was now waiting very impatiently for him to be done. He checked the preparations again. At last Bilbo arrived, being dragged by the elbow by one of Thorin's guards. Bilbo looked around warily; he disliked being in front of big crowds more than hunting. The guard gave him a little shove towards the king before leaving. Bilbo scurried over to Thorin who was sitting in his throne before a hoard of townspeople. Thorin was wearing a dark chain mail shirt with a matching dark sword at his side. He had big black metal boots and black pants. Bilbo had been forced into a white shirt but he refused the white pants, instead opting for black pants that were made from the finest material. He had never worn such nice clothes and he had to admit, he liked it. Thorin was wearing his most simple gold crown and he smiled at Bilbo as he approached. "Bilbo." Thorin bellowed merrily.

"Um...yes sir?" Bilbo murmured, eyes darting from the crowd to his king nervously. Thorin got down on one knee before Bilbo.

"Marry me Bilbo." Thorin smiled. Bilbo flushed. In front of the whole crowd? Silence. How could he turn Thorin down in front of all these people?

"But an heir..." Bilbo began before stopping when Thorin shook his head. My nephew Kili is to inherit my crown. His brother Fili is the eldest of their kingdom and when they are both kings they will wed, uniting our kingdoms.

"But I am a slave..." Bilbo said, once again stopping as Thorin shook his head.

"I released you remember? In the woods." He smiled.

"I am a hobbit." Bilbo said.

"You are my hobbit." Thorin smiled sweetly. Bilbo shook his head in defeat.

"I suppose if you have it all worked out I can't say no." Bilbo sighed. Thorin chuckled and stood up grabbing Bilbo in a tight hug. When he pulled back two more people had shown up. A dwarf young with dark hair, holding a red velvet pillow with a simple silver crown on it, and an old dwarf with grey hair.

"The crown Kili." Thorin said. Bilbo bowed his head to the dwarf as the crown was placed on his head. Kili smiled, bowed, and then backed away.

"I approve this marriage." Said the old dwarf. They had witnesses, and an officiator to approve their wedding. Bilbo smiled up at Thorin who looked pleased, probably because his planning was going off well.

"Now to the banquet hall!" Thorin bellowed as he scooped up Bilbo in his arms. The crowd cheered and everyone began going to the celebratory dinner. They seemed okay with their king being wed to an ex-slave hobbit man. Let's hope everyone else is too...

The End