Bilbo

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Wow, first Bilbo one. It only took me three years.  Well, better late than never I always say.

This was requested by an amazing reader of mine, savannah. She requested a one-shot where, despite the sad context, the reader falls ill. I decided to do Bilbo for this to further push the angst.

And ty so much to fio-Sans for helping me figure out how to start this

Warnings: Mention of death, those precious Hobbit tears, and maybe a few curse words here and there.

Words: 1200

"Y/N! No, please no." You could hear Bilbo scream, strangled sobs escaping his lips. You try to look over to the curly-haired hobbit, only to see small dots dancing in your vision as the pain trickles in. A feeling of weightlessness washes over you, realizing now that you were in someone's arms, "please don't leave me."

As darkness overtakes you, you could feel a trembling hand slip into your own. A head burying itself into your neck, wetting your skin with their tears. Slowly, you feel yourself slipping away, moving towards the light in front of you, a familiar picture starting to form.

You had traveled far and traveled long in order to find this meeting's location, and traveling with your brothers wasn't the easiest task. Kili would try to flirt with any maiden he could get his greasy little hands on, and you always had to drag him away before the girls would try to strangle him. Fili was a complete 180 compared to Kili and therefore much easier to deal with.

Eventually, the three of you stumble upon the shire, it's lush, rolling hills captivating you immediately. It was beautiful and peaceful, and much different than you were used to. Your brothers and you wander around, looking for the symbol that would lead you to your host for tonight. As you came upon a hobbit hole with a green door and gold handle, you could make out the symbol near the ground.

"Kili! This is it!" You exclaim, letting yourself through the gate and up to the circular-shaped entrance. Bringing your hand up, you knock a total of three times. Hearing a murmur come from inside, the doorknob turns, a flustered hobbit looking back at the three of you.

"Fili."

"Kili."

"And Y/N."

"At your service," the three of you say together, giving him a slight bow,

"I assume you're Mr. Baggins?" You ask, raising your eyebrow towards the hobbit.

"Why yes, I am," he nods, pursing his lips in confusion.

"Well, then I thank you for hosting us tonight." You say, your brothers pushing past the hobbit and into his home, "I'm sorry about my brothers. They don't really understand proper manners."

Mr. Baggins nods, stepping out of the doorway to let you inside. Smiling at him gratuitously you hang your cloak on the wall, making your way towards the ruckus at the end of the hall. Something about that hobbit was sticking to you, and you liked it.

* * * * *

Making your way through Mirkwood forest was anything but pleasant. Each step you took seemed to muddle your brain as the sickened forest loomed around you. As you and the rest of the party wandered aimlessly around in circles, you couldn't help but notice a familiar-looking hobbit sneak off and up a tree. Looking back at your brothers, who seemed more interested in the rock in front of them, you sigh before following Bilbo up the tree.

"What are you doing up here?" You ask Bilbo, a slight smile forming on your lips at the hobbit's startled reaction.

"Trying to clear my head, plus, I wanted to see how close we were getting to the lonely mountain." He explains, pointing towards the peak looming in the distance. Your eyes settle on the structure Bilbo had previously mentioned, a small gasp escaping your throat.

"I've never actually seen the mountain with my own eyes. My brothers and I have only heard stories. It looks even more magical than I could have imagined." You whisper, resting your head on the Hobbit's shoulder.

"I'm sure it's exactly like the stories say it is." Bilbo starts, pausing to look below him into the forest we so desperately wanted to leave, "we should probably check on the others, who knows what they've managed to get themselves into."

* * * * *

"Bilbo!" You call out, gaining the attention of the mop of the curly brown hair.

"Y/N." Bilbo breathes, rushing towards you, his chainmail armor gifted from Thorin clashing with each step he took.

"I have something to tell you." You whisper, looking the Hobbit in the eyes.

"What is it?" He asks, taking one of your hands into his, playing with it absentmindedly.

You fidget slightly, trying to find the words needed to describe how you were feeling. Over the past few months, the journey became something more for you. Something that wasn't just about reclaiming a homeland. It almost became a time for self-discovery, a time where you could find out who you were close to, and who you truly cared about.

"Y/N?" Bilbo questions, snapping you out of your thoughts. A small smile creeps onto your lips before deciding what you were going to do. Taking all notions and ideals and throwing them behind you, you quickly look between Bilbo's lips and his eyes, searching for something that could tell you the feelings you had were mutual. Catching a slight glint in his soft, brown eyes, you took that as your answer and quickly place your lips onto his. It takes Bilbo by surprise, but he slowly reacts, kissing you back with the same innocence, fear, and love you felt. Once the two of you had separated from the kiss, you look up at him slowly,

"I wanted to do that, you know, in case something happened tomorrow. I wanted to tell you before it was too late to do so." You smile, squeezing the hand that had previously been holding yours.

"I better see that face of yours again after all of this, I want nothing more but to wake up to that face for the rest of my life." Bilbo states, kissing your forehead before turning back to the commotion behind you two, the rowdy dwarves of Erebor causing quite a ruckus in the armory.

"I promise you will Bilbo."

* * * * *

"Y/N... Please." Bilbo cries out, clutching the hand of the dwarf he loves laying motionless in front of him, "please wake up."

But you didn't, you laid there, your eyes shut and abdomen red. If he had only been at your side moments sooner, he could have prevented this. He could have prevented all of this. But he hadn't, and now the love of his life was dead.

"You promised we'd see each other after all of this. You promised." He cries through his sobs, his throat feeling tight.

You had promised him. You had promised him.

A/N: Hello, so sorry for dropping off the face of the earth again. School is taking up huge portions of my time as of right now and I'm currently writing this at 3 am trying to get out the urge to write fanfiction in the morning when I'm supposed to be doing my homework. I don't know how I feel about this particular one-shot, I'm not sure if it's really all that good. So sorry for keeping you waiting for so long as well, I promise I'm going to start updating more regularly, especially with the story I have in mind next. I have two more requests to do after this and I'll try to get them posted in a timely manner if possible.

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