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The Hobbit

Title: Terms And Conditions

Fandom: The Hobbit: an Unexpected journey

Pairing: Bagginshield

~unfinished~

Notes: This scene takes place after the dinner and after Thorin talks to Balin. Before they sing the misty mountains. We hope you enjoy! ——-

"From my grandfather to my father,

this has come to me."

The Dwarf king raised his hand to show the old warrior the key to the mountain.

Balin did not utter a word, speechless he stood and eyed the key, but with doubt in his eyes as he wished Thorin would listen to the words Balin was trying to tell him.

"They dreamt of the day when the Dwarves

of Erebor would reclaim their homeland.

There is no choice, Balin." The mighty dwarf handed the warrior the key. And slowly the older dwarf took ahold of it.

Thorin whispered softly with a slow shake of his head. "Not for me."

There was a moment of silence. Balin gave a nod to his king then averted his gaze. "Then we are with you, laddie." His voice at a low whisper. His gaze fell back upon his kin.

Thorin smiled warmly. His eyes filled with hope and a soft gleam, Balin hasn't seen him smile like this in a long time. Taking back Erebor meant this much to the king Balin will not fail him.

The older dwarf moved closer and placed his hand gently on Thorin's shoulder. "We will see it done." The warrior said softly with a reassuring smile as his eyes wrinkled.

The king gave a nod and then a jerk of his head to the left pointing to the company smoking and resting by the fire. "Go, join them" The king smiled again and Balin shook his head with a blunt chuckle.

"Do not waste your strength on something that cannot be undone, Thorin. Tread carefully" The older dwarf said with a weakened breath and a low whisper. Then with that he left.

Thorin watched for a moment then turned to look down the hallway, it was small and narrow. Much different than the Kingdom Halls he was used to. The dwarf king made his way to Bilbo's room, the last place he saw the Hobbit go off to.

Slowly and carefully the dwarf peered in. He saw the little Hobbit sitting on the edge of his bed, holding in his hands what appeared to be the cloth knitted by his mother if Thorin recalls correctly. The thicker Dwarf smiled as warmly as he could muster without appearing mysterious or terrifying. "May I come in?"

Bilbo's room was the only thing untouched from the destruction by the dwarfs. The Hobbit flung his head up and quickly put the cloth on his end table. "If you'd like, sure" He said quickly.

The dwarf king slowly walked in, making sure he didn't knock anything over. "So, Mister Baggins?" He began, his voice a low hum. "Gandalf has chosen you as our burglar? Tell me, what did you do to make him think you would be fit for our company?" Thorin smirked grimly.

"Well...uh..." the Hobbit stuttered as he was lost for words. He shifted his position on the bed, twitching his nose as he flashed the dwarf an awkward smile, "I don't know. You are going to have to ask him. " He finally spoke.

The dwarf's low chuckle filled the room. He quickly looked around then placing his hand on the wall for support. "I thought no less, Bilbo Baggins."

They stood in awkward silence. Thorin could tell Bilbo was trying not to look at him as he glanced up at the roof then to the floor, then the wall, twitching his nose then he looked back to Thorin. The king smiled softly, lowering his head. "May I sit?" Finally he spoke, his tone was cheeky and his smirk mirrored his thoughts.

Bilbo looked slightly alarmed by the dwarf's gesture but he did not let it show. "If you must."

Thorin waited a moment then he sat down on the edge of the bed beside Bilbo. The dwarf sank significantly lower in the little bed than the Hobbit. The two exchanged looks then Thorin cleared his throat.

"You do not strike me as a fighter..." The dwarf's voice echoed deep through the narrow halls.

"I am not!" A noticeable shiver ran down Bilbo's body once Thorin spoke, his deep elegant voice piercing the Hobbit's sensitive ears. "Y-you can tell the others I am not interested!" He leaned in slightly closer to try and intimidate the Dwarf, but the mighty king did not flinch.

"Gandalf isn't one for convincing, Hobbit." The king spoke grimly. "I have had my share of frightened warriors amongst battle. None were as brave as you, Bilbo Baggins. I see a different strength in you, you have naught but a gentle heart. Do not let the writing on that paper scare you out of leaving your borrow from once you've dreamt of."

"I'm not a worrier like you. I prefer the comforts of home. And I'm not about to leave it now because a few Dwarfs show up to my door!" The hobbit shouted before averting his gaze away seeing the startled look on Thorin's face, Bilbo was almost shameful by his sudden outburst. "I'm sorry. I- I know this quest is important to you. But it's your quest, not mine."

The dwarf looked stunned, but then to Bilbo's surprise, his face softened to a smile. The king reached out and placed a gentle hand on the Hobbit's shoulder. So small he was, and funny and so different from dwarves and elves. Thorin saw something else in the Hobbit and curiosity struck.

"Tell me, Hobbit, May I be so bold to ask what is keeping you here? Besides your books and silverware? Is there a special someone? Is that it?" The dwarf heaved softly. Now chuckling amusingly.

"A special - what? " the Hobbit leaned slightly away from the Dwarf's touch, feeling a little awkward, but he was kind of comforting And gentle." There is not. " the Hobbit replied with a quick tone.

The dwarf moved closer, eyeing Bilbo with his intense gaze. "This quest will be for naught if we have no burglar. Our path is dangerous, there is no guarantee your death will be of fire. Does this comfort you?"

"Comfort me? You're trying to comfort me?!" Hissed the Hobbit.

"You are an odd Hobbit mister Baggins. It is clear I cannot change your mind, though it would make the journey merrier if you had come." The king whispered softly, then he smiled. This time his laugh was seductive, he never took his eyes off the little Hobbit.

Thorin's laugh made Bilbo blush slightly as he smiled "nah. I'll miss my bed too much." Teased the Hobbit, also locking eyes with the Dwarf.

"Pity you'd miss such a thing. Your bed isn't comfy as that compared to the chambers in Erebor, you would sink so low in those beds we could lose you for days!" Teased the dwarf, daring to move an inch closer so their shoulders are touching.

"I'm sure your kingly bed is much merrier compared to that of a Hobbit bed. But you've got me curious, Thorin, is it?" He paused and The Dwarf gave a nod. " why do you want me? Only hours ago you didn't think I could make it."