Daffodils, Daisys, and Drinks ((Bagginsheild AU))

Seven

Thorin POV

  Beauty is something that even the darkest of eyes and souls can capture, and that's what Smaug saw in the halfling. I buried my head in my hands, the strength I had built up all my life was slowly melting away like the wax of an ever burning candle. The thought of a burning candle made my thoughts turn to the dragonesque creature with the ruby scales who was ripping the love of my life away.

  I leaned against the wall realizing how the wall reminded me of the halfling Bilbo, the way he supports me and supports me until my weight becomes too much and he crumbles. Just like the wall. I couldn't stand the thought of my halfling being with the serpent so I stood to my feet and called out to the heavens, knowing that the dragon would hear me. "If it is a war for the halfling you desire than a war will be rewarded to you, you sick serpent of hell." I let the words out in a cry in both anger and frustration. It had been four weeks, an entire month since Bilbo had said his heart beat for only one.

  But I wasn't sure he believed that was true.

 
Bilbo POV

  I sighed, clipping two roses and a pink daisy for the man who stood before me. Worry lines covered my face and dark bags outlined my eyes. The customer looked concerned, a frown on his pale lips. "Sir.. Are you okay?" His blue eyes bore into me like pools of infinite oceans.

  I opened my mouth to say 'Yes, I'm alright.' But the lie hurt me a bit too much. "No. I'm not. I'm really not okay." I blinked back tears that we're burning my eyes. He bent down, tan trenchcoat sweeping the floor as he did so. I then realized that I had seen the man before, talking about a hunting trip and the moose.

  "Could you tell me what is wrong?" He whispered, concern readable on his features. I shrugged tiredly, exhaustion overwhelming my aching halfling joints. "I may be able to help.." He continued with a reassuring smile.

  I sighed, "There's.. This Dwarf. And this Dragon, and I think I feel for the both of them. One is true utter love, someone I could see myself growing old with. I could see him holding my hand as I grow old and frail. And the other is beautiful. Someone I want now.. Not forever. Just now.. They say if you're torn between two people go for the one you loved second because if you truly loved the first one you wouldn't have fallen for the latter one..

  "But I'm not sure I love the second one truly, he is just one to pass the time." I didn't even notice I was crying until the mysterious man wiped the tears away that were rolling down my cheeks.

  "Love is something that you cannot just choose. You have to let it come to you, like the wind. You can't just say I love you to someone you've never really met, this is real life, not a Disney movie. It must blossom like a rose. And once you finally figure out who you love, you buy them two roses and a daisy. One rose for each person in the relationship, a red rose to symbol the love. And a daisy that symbolizes the future you two will have." He just shyly smiled and took the three flowers he had paid for.

  "She must be lucky." I smiled through my tears and gestured to the three flowers I had given him.

  He just chuckled softly, running a hand through his dark unkempt hair. "Actually, His name is Dean. And I hope he loves me back."

  I smiled bigger and hugged him, "Oh my, that's amazing. I have one question though, mister.. How did you know you loved him?"

  He hugged me back tightly, smiling. "Well.. When you look at him all your words migrate into your stomach making 'butterflies' appear. And that person is always on your mind, and one day.. You'll look at them and you'll realize all of the thinks they've done for you and understand that if that one thing was different and you two had never met, your life wouldn't be the same." He pulled away from the hug, a dreamy look on his face, obviously thinking of Dean.

  I nodded, "Thank you, for everything." The (not so) stranger went to get up, walking towards the door. "Excuse me.. I don't think I caught your name!" I frantically squeaked, wiping my tear stained face.

  He turned around and grinned, "Castiel Novak!" He then turned and scurried off.

  I just smiled. "I think I've figured it out.." I whispered to myself.

 
Smaug POV

  "If it is a war for the halfling you desire than a war will be rewarded to you, you sick serpent of hell." The Dwarf had yelled, making me chuckle. I walked around in the flat I had just purchased exactly 32 days ago. That's what they used nowadays? Right? 'Days' not 'moons'. Oh how times have changed.

  I laughed loudly at the thought of war, getting to my feet. I stretched, looking for my pants. ((And I don't mean trousers. He's in the nude. I feel realllllly dirty oops.)) I saw them laying in the corner in my mess of a flat and shrugged at them, walking out into the cool mid-day air. (He's outside in the nude I'm so so sorry. But not sorry enough to clothe him)

  I ran a hand through my dark curls, red scales gleaming in the afternoon sun. I walked by citizens who gave me odd looks, some of interest, some of disgust. I just smiled back and continued walking, all the way to bag-end. I pushed open the florists door but it seemed my hobbit wasn't here, only the other one. Lumerian.
  I shoved the hobbit against the wall, his face buried in the lower section of my torso. I pulled him up by his shirt, crashing my lips into his. The hobbit kissed back, greedily, moaning in the back of his throat. I grinned and made a similar noise, spitting fire into the hobbit.

  He cried out in pain and coughed, blood coming from his lungs as he hacked. "Tell Thorin the war is on." I grinned, grabbing Bilbos jacket that hung on the coat rack. I tied it around my waist and exited, "Oh Thorin the game is on."

  ((Sorry about the nudity of smaug. Just kidding um byeee. ALSO UHHH.. LUMERIAN MIGHT DIE... POOR KILI))