After they bid goodnight to the guests and waited until the hall had thoroughly emptied until leaving themselves, the king and his consort finally decided to go to bed. Bilbo half expected Thorin to attack at any moment and that put him on guard. But being on guard did not mean he did not have a little fun driving Thorin mad while taking his time talking to Dis about having breakfast tomorrow while Thorin was at court.

If Bilbo could be honest, he derived some pleasure in making Thorin wait.

Eventually he bade goodnight and went to their chambers, thinking Thorin had gone ahead. In such a mind-state, Bilbo dropped his guard. Before reaching the door to his and Thorin's room, two arms seized Bilbo into their embrace, startling him.

"No escape now," Thorin growled in his ear, nipping the sensitive curve of flesh. In a few quick strides, they were back in their room. The door slammed behind Thorin. Bilbo shifted his position so to look in Thorin's eyes.

"Have I driven you mad long enough?"

"Torturously so," Thorin replied, sitting on the bed. Bilbo shifted again to straddle Thorin's lap. "I thought I had wed a gentle-natured Hobbit. Not a vindictive fae."

"Fae!" Bilbo laughed. "I know Hobbits are little known but fae? Nor am I vindictive! I'm torn between flattery and insult!"

"How shall I atone for such a grievance?" Thorin asked, smirking and quirking his eyebrows.

Bilbo hummed, kissing him, gently biting Thorin's bottom lip, the beard scratching him lightly. "If it'd please you, O King, I'd like to have my husband back for the night…Maybe during the day, tomorrow, if he can get away from his work, also."

"I can provide him tonight and the day after tomorrow. Sadly, tomorrow itself is nonnegotiable."

"Pity," Bilbo murmured, moving to nip at Thorin's neck. "Perhaps I should make you abstain a little longer? I'm sure you could hold off until tomorrow night."

"Don't you dare," Thorin growled. "The few long hours during the celebration were torturous enough!" Bilbo hummed, sucking at Thorin's tender neck, the short hairs there scratching his skin and tongue. "I pray never to go through that again."

"Tough luck then," Bilbo teased, pulling away from the attention he gave Thorin's neck. "I like making you squirm when you're the mood." Bilbo claimed Thorin's lips, hands working through Thorin's ceremonial garb. He pushed the coat off his shoulders, followed by Thorin's tunic. He ran his fingers through course hair, pushing Thorin onto his back.

Thorin growled, nearly tearing Bilbo's own clothes in the attempt to undress him. Bilbo squeaked, slapping Thorin's chest.

"Watch it!"

"They can be repaired," Thorin assured him, rolling over with Bilbo to lie on top of him and pin his hands overhead.

They groaned when their clothed shafts pressed against each other. Thorin released one of Bilbo's hands only to grasp them both in one of his while the free hand unlaced Bilbo's trousers. He swallowed the whine pushing it's way out of Bilbo's mouth with a fierce kiss as his fingers brushed against Bilbo's pulsing, still regretfully clothed cock.

Once pants were pulled off his legs, Bilbo's small clothes were almost torn with the force Thorin emitted in taking them off. Thorin released Bilbo's hands, sliding his hands down Bilbo's sides, pausing at his hips. He licked from root to tip, smirking at the hiss Bilbo released. He kissed the head before engulfing it in his mouth, his hold on Bilbo's hips tightening.

Bilbo keened, trying to escape Thorin's grasp and thrust up into the hot caverns of Thorin's mouth. "Thorin…Thorin…" He grasped the sheets, his knuckles bone white. His toes curled and flexed. Thorin released his cock and straightened, removing the rest of his own clothes before joining Bilbo on the bed again, kissing, nipping, sucking…softly murmuring "I love you," "Treasure," "Beloved," "Song," and other endearments.

Thorin reached over to the nightstand to pick up the bottle of oil, spilling it on fingers and warming the sweet scent between his fingers before loosening Bilbo's muscles and sliding two within. Bilbo groaned, shuddering as Thorin prodded his hole and pushed against the walls within. A third finger joined quickly. Bilbo gasped at the shock.

"All right?"

"Yes," Bilbo managed to gasp out. "I'm fine. Just…give me a moment." Bilbo panted, waiting for the pain to ebb. Thorin was as still as he could be. His only movement was to kiss Bilbo's shoulder and neck. "Okay," Bilbo said. "Go." Thorin's fingers pushed, twisted, thrust, and crooked into him before pulling out. Thorin turned Bilbo back around to face him, stroking his length in oil.

Bilbo swallowed, spreading his legs apart for Thorin's descent. Thorin pulled him closer. Bilbo wrapped his legs around Thorin's waist, resting his ankles against Thorin's back as they could not quite reach all the way around him. Thorin kissed him, pressing his tongue against Bilbo's lips, asking for entrance. Bilbo opened his mouth and Thorin's tongue slid inside.

He thrust against Bilbo until they had joined. He paused, allowing Bilbo to adjust to his girth. "Thorin," Bilbo groaned. Thorin slide out till only the head of his cock remained inside then thrust back in, adjusting the angle so to hit Bilbo's prostate. Bilbo's back arched and his vision blurred to white. He clung to Thorin, nails digging into the shoulders, leaving crescent moon prints along the skin.

Thorin's pace quickened. One of Bilbo's hands slipped between them, tugging on his weeping, red-purple cock.

His seed spilled over his hands. Bilbo's grip laxed and he let his hands fall to rest beside him as Thorin continued to pound into him. His cock was trying to reawaken at the continued strain. Bilbo gasped, arching his back again when Thorin released within him.

"Oh…" Bilbo moaned. Thorin collapsed on top of him when the orgasm passed. He planted lazy kisses on Bilbo's face before pulling out to go and clean him up. By then, Bilbo had already fallen asleep, murmuring a soft, "I love you" to Thorin.

~Hobbiton, 2980 (1380 Shire Reckoning)~

The last time Kili had been here, it was to witness the birth of the Consort's favorite cousin's son. At the time, Bilbo had been requested to come and bless the babe. Kili had gone with him, because he was curious and never saw a baby before, he was allowed to hold the child and did so, awed by the sheer tininess of him.

The Consort would have come himself, had his age and health allowed it. But as it was, a ninety year old Hobbit should not be making treks through Middle Earth's wilderness. Nor could the King for the same reasons and Fili was busy with his own family as his wife was now expecting a little one of their own. So Kili had volunteered to go instead when the message of the latest tragedy to hit the Baggins family with the death of Drogo and Primula, a direct result being the orphaning of twelve year old Frodo.

A boy ran in front of the ponies. Kili halted his steed, which reared up. The child gasped with wide eyes, holding a ball in his hands. Three others ran out beside him, pulling him back. When the pony had calmed, Kili dismounted.

"You all right, lads?" he asked. A soldier took the mount's reigns.

"We're sorry, Mister Dwarf!" one of the boys whimpered, eyes wide. Kili chuckled, kneeling.

"I'm not mad. I promise. To be honest, I used to do the same. But don't do it again. You're parents won't be happy knowing you got injured while playing."

"Okay," they chimed, fear dissipating once knowing they wouldn't be yelled at.

"Do any of you know where I can find Frodo Baggins?" he asked. The lad holding the ball, with very blue eyes and ebony hair stepped forward.

"I'm Frodo Baggins. Are you from Dwarf Mountain?"

Kili laughed again. "I am. My name is Kili, son of Dis, Daughter of Thrain, at your service. You're Uncle Bilbo sent me."

"Why couldn't he come himself?"

"Well, he is very old now. So is the king, his husband. His beard reaches his toes now," Kili laughed, stroking his stubbly chin. He had found a way to grow a small beard and keep practicing his bow. Goatees came in handy, it seemed. "They're both far too old now to come all the way to the Shire from Dwarf Mountain. Otherwise they'd have come instead of me. The King has extended an invitation to you to come and live in Dwarf Mountain if you like."

"Will that make me a prince?"

"I suppose it would."

"Would that make you my brother?"

"I would be your cousin, actually, like we already are."

"Will I be able to come back whenever I want?"

"I'm afraid not until you're much older. But I don't see why we can't find a way for you and a troupe of guards to come by for a short while as you grow up. But it may be a while before then."

Frodo tapped his chin. "Okay. It sounds better than being with Aunt Lobelia anyway."

Kili wondered how much Frodo really understood by what he had been told. Kili didn't like the idea of taking the lad so far from home, but Bilbo had insisted on taking Frodo in when news of Frodo being in one Lobelia Sackville-Baggins' care came to light. And that meant taking the long road through Troll, Orc, Warg, Spider, and Goblin infested wilderness. While it was true that the possibility of running into trouble was limited, it was not wholly out of the reach of possibility.

He and his guards followed Frodo to a house with a green door. He wiped his feet and entered. "Be back soon," he whispered, holding a finger to his mouth. The door closed softly behind him. Kili waited by the fence with the others.

"What do we do if things turn sour?" Ori asked, approaching.

"We do what must. The Ravens likely already sent the Thain Bilbo's letter, so it shouldn't be unheard of that we were coming for the lad."

Ori nodded, humming. "Still," he said, "I wonder what we would have done if the lad said no."

Kili wished Ori had not brought it up. He had worried about that the whole journey. It was easier than he thought when he told Frodo. The other three, on the other hand, they didn't seem all that keen on the idea of Frodo leaving.

The door opened again and Frodo stepped out, a backpack on his shoulders and rubbing his cheek. His eye were red rimmed, but he smiled and lowered his hand. Kili's stomach churned at the red mark against the child's cheek.

"Can we go now?" he asked, trying to sound cheerful.

"Yes," Kili said. Whoever "Lobelia" was to Frodo and Bilbo, Kili didn't like her. From the way Ori was holding his ax, the Warrior-Scribe didn't like her any more than Kili did.

"Would you like to ride Daisy?"Ori asked, offering the steed. Frodo nodded. Gimli lifted the lad onto the pony, mumbling in Khuzdul how anyone could possibly have it in them to hit a child. Kili found it just as unfathomable.

The more distance they placed between them and that house, the happier Frodo became, though the mark was still very red. Several Hobbits tutted as they passed. Whether because of the entourage or not, Kili was limited in saying. They stopped at the Thain's smial so Kili could meet with him. Frodo played with his cousins in the yard.

"I have questions concerning Frodo's wellbeing since his parents passed," Kili said, sitting at the table across from the Thain. "Namely about his guardian, Lobelia. When we went with Frodo to get his things, he went in alone to gather them and came out with a mark on his cheek. Does this Lobelia often take to hitting children? Or just Frodo in particular?"

"Ah, yes. Lobelia." The Thain's nose scrunched up and his gaze darkened. "Everyone knew how she had been treating Frodo," the Thain sighed. "But it's against our laws to interfere unless the child tells us. Frodo wouldn't say a peep, though we knew something was wrong. Some children think it shows strength to suffer in silence, not knowing it's not necessary for them to suffer at all. Frodo is such a lad."

Kili understood. He was the same when he was Frodo's age. He also remembered a time coming home all beaten up and his mother demanding to know what had happened. He had shrugged it off, saying it was nothing. After, Thorin had pulled him aside and told him he understood how Kili felt in keeping silent, but at the same time, it was not wise and that wisdom and strength need to be balanced together.

Letting one be beaten by bigger, older Dwarrows, apparently, when ganged up on and keeping silent about it, was not actually wise or strong.

"So when I got Prince Bilbo's letter, I was quite happy. Frodo had been expecting you daily, poor boy. When do you leave for Erebor?" the Thain asked.

"In the morning. I think the sooner we leave, the better," Kili smiled. "Frodo is in good hands. Dwarves do not treat children cruelly as there are so few born. Children are a blessing and there is no doubt in my mind that Frodo will be cherished."

He glanced out the window to see Frodo playing a game of tag with one of the boys from earlier and three young girls.

"He'll fit right in."