Bagginsheild LET THE STORM RAGE ON

Chapter 1 AT CAMP

*several days later*

Bilbo huddled against a log. There was no warmth in the frozen night. Neither was there comfort. He twisted. Then he noticed Thorin, on watch duty, staring at Bilbo intently. Bilbo sunk into his thin quilt, but it seemed as though Thorin could sense Bilbo's uncomfortableness. His need for warmth. He walked over. Bilbo tried to suppress his shivers from the cold but it didn't work. "You seem cold... Very cold." Thorin commented once he reached Bilbo. The hobbit

Didn't reply but shivered almost as in response. Thorin sighed and draped his heavy fur coat onto Bilbo. The weight knocked the air out of him but once he got over a small coughing fit he eyed the fur. It was warm, so warm and he was greatful. But wait... didn't Bilbo set a goal? Don't be the one to need caring for; don't slow down the group. Though he had promised himself this, the cloak was so warm and much better than the flimsy blanket he had. Suddenly he heard a thump. He looked to the side. Thorin had plopped down next to him. Bilbo's face turned red and he scooted away slightly. He could feel the body heat from Thorin though. Thorin was warm. Warmer than any quilt or soft fur coat. Bilbo edged a little closer. "The night is still young, I advise you to get sleep before it gets late." Thorin said unexpectedly. Bilbo nodded still blushing. He didn't want to do anything rash so he just slumped in the spot he was in, enveloped in the warmth of Thorin's fur. The softness brought a better feeling to Bilbo and he snuggled into it. The immediate smell of Thorin overpowered him. But it was welcoming, and in some weird way, Bilbo found himself liking the smell of Thorin. He briefly forgot the dwarven king was still sitting next to him until he felt arms pull him in. Was this really happening? Thorin, of all people, was pulling in Bilbo? Though he could not deny he liked it and the warmth Thorin provided. Not to mention the dwarf was an excellent pillow. Blushing yet again Bilbo let himself drift off in Thorin's arms. He heard a chuckle eminate from Thorin, and then he was lost to the seductivity of fatigue.