The Throne of Erebor

The Hobbit walked down the long hall towards the throne of Erebor. Dwalin had told him that Thorin had requested to see him privately, making him wonder why. Sure, the two hadn't been able to have a moment alone since their rushed wedding in Lake-Town, but what could Thorin want to discuss with him that would require them to be alone?

They had only just defeated Smaug and reclaimed Erebor. With the dragon no longer a threat, much needed to be done to fix up the kingdom, but they were just a small group of Dwarves and a single Hobbot. There was hardly anything more they could do for the time being.

"There you are, Ghivashel," came Thorin's deep voice.

"Thorin," Bilbo greeted with a small smile.

"Come closer, amrâlimê ." The king held out his hand, and Bilbo wasted no time climbing the steps and walking towards his beloved.

The Hobbit accepted the outstretched hand and made no protests when he was pulled onto the king's lap. Before their sudden wedding, he would have been overwhelmingly flustered at any intimate act, even something as innocent as holding hands, but now things were different. Now they were married.

In Dwarven society, their marriage was unofficial and, therefore, not legally recognised. Their union was only valid in the world of Men, but once Erebor had been rebuilt and the Dwarves moved back, Thorin promised Bilbo a grand wedding. One that would be talked about for ages to come. One where he would show the world just how much Bilbo meant to him.

The Hobbit was uncertain of this as it was well known that Dwarves were wary of outsiders, so he was unsure of what their reaction to him, a Hobbit and a commoner at that, married to their king would be. He worried that they would reject him, and the last thing he wanted was to ruin Thorin's reputation with his people, but the king assured him that all would be well.

"So why has my king summoned me?" He asked as Thorin wrapped his strong arms around his small frame and held him close. With a smile, he leaned into the embrace and sighed happily.

"Do I need a reason to spend time with my husband?" Thorin chuckled, then pressed a kiss to the top of Bilbo's head.

"Well, you did tell Dwalin you wanted to see me alone, and I am pretty sure you sent everyone far away from us. That tells me you are up to something, dear husband of mine."

"Oh, you wound me with such accusations, amrâlimê!" Bilbo chuckled as Thorin tossed his head back dramatically.

"Oh, stop it, you giant fool." Bilbo adjusted himself on Thorin's lap and turned to face the king.

When Thorin looked at him, he gently pressed their lips together. It was a tender kiss and one that Thorin returned immediately. However, the tender, loving nature vanished almost instantly as the king began to devour the Hobbit's lips. The smaller male barely kept up as his husband deepened the kiss; their breathing laboured, and heartbeats quickened.

The Hobbit was so entranced by the passionate kiss that he didn't even notice the sudden draft or that he was suddenly missing a layer of clothing. Only when he felt his husband's rough fingers on his bare chest did he realise what was happening. This caused him to pull away from the kiss and grab Thorin's wandering hand.

"What are you doing?!" Bilbo exclaimed, panting from their heated exchange.

"Whatever do you mean, Ghivashel?" Thorin was genuinely shocked at his husband's reaction.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, Thorin Oakenshield!" Bilbo hissed before rushing to redress himself.

"Oh, amrâlimê, don't act so surprised," Thorin chuckled. This caused Bilbo to raise an eyebrow in his direction while looking less than pleased now that he was half-naked in the throne room. "Now that we are married, it is only natural for us to consummate our marriage."