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Mandolin (Twelve)
Bilbo was warm, he hoped last night wasn't just one of his many dreams. He wanted, no, he needed it to be real. He didn't think he could handle if it wasn't true. Thorin loved him as much as he loved him. It had to be true, the soreness he felt was proof.
“Ghivashel.”
He felt Thorin kissing his forehead, running a finger along his back. He shivered with anticipation, he moaned.
“Thorin.”
He whispered with so much love.
His husband moved to hover over him. Looking at him with so much adoration and love.
They spent the rest of the morning devoting to give each other pleasure.
**
Bilbo was on cloud nine. He didn't pay much attention to his surrounding.
“Look what we have here. Finally found someone to bend you over.”
That voice.
It had been too long but he never wanted to hear or see him again.
Mandolin.
“Did you finally spread those legs. And for a dwarf. No one else would want you. Pathetic Bilbo Baggins.”
He wasn't pathetic.
He was loved by his husband.
He didn't have to listen to this. He just ignored him and walked away. Keeping his head held high.
“I'm talking to you halfling!”
Mandolin grabs him, pulling him towards his chest.
“Let's have fun. Spread those legs for me. Show me how much of a whore you are.”
He tries to get free put cant. Mandolin had always been strong.
“Let go of me!”
He tries but can't move. He becomes furious. He wasn't going to ruin him, ruin his life again.
No.
He was happy.
Loved and wanted.
And soon he will bear children.
He swings his hand and punches him in the jaw.
Not his best idea but it did the trick.
Mandolin did not see that coming. He looks at Bilbo with shock and then anger. Really to pounce on him.
“How dare you touch the King's Consort! You will die for this.”
Dwalin pulls his ax toward the hobbit. His Majesty had done a good job in punching the hobbit but it looked like he hurt himself doing it.
“Dwalin stop. You can't kill him.”
“He touched ya. That is reason enough to decapitate him.”
He like the fear he was causing the hobbit. He wanted to laugh as he pissed himself.
“Dwalin, no.”
“Your Majesty!”
“That's in order. No. He's not even worth it. He will lose more business, when it's known he attacked me and my grandfather can deal with him.”
“Thorin's not going to like this.”
“I'll deal with him. Now come on and let's go home.”
“What do I do with him.”
“Leave him, he won't get far.”
Dwalin kneeled down and looked into Mandolin eyes.
“I will kill you if ya come anywhere near my King's husband.”
Bilbo was a bit satisfied with how he handled that. Mandolin and Lobelia were not going to make him feel worthless. He will stop thinking of himself as useless and unloved.
His husband had showed him how much he was loved.
He will move on from his pain and grief.
“Come on Dwalin let's go home.”
*
He runs the rest of the way when he sees his husband. Jumping into waiting arms. He forgot all about the pain in his hand. Deepening the kiss.
“Ghivashel.”
“My love.”
They both stare into each other eyes.
This is home.
This is who he had waited for, thru all the pain and grief.
“Ghivashel, what happened to your hand?”
Ahh…..
***
He was going to kill that hobbit.
“Thorin.”
Ringle his little neck.
“Thorin! Stop.”
Break every bone, one by one.
“Really!”
How dare he touch his treasure.
“THORIN!”
He looked at his husband and grabbed the hand. Did he just slap me.
“Bilbo, you don't hit rock. Are you trying to break your other hand.”
His hobbit huffed.
So adorable.
And grimaced with pain.
“Well if you listen to me, than I wouldn't have to smack you.”
“He will die.”
“No.”
“I'll kill him swiftly and fast. Even if he deserves to be torchered.”
“No! The Thain can deal with him. Thorin, you can not kill him. They will banish or kill you.”
“But he was going to hurt you, he was hurting you.”
“Thorin please. I can't lose you.”
“Ghivashel.”
“Please.”
Fine if he can't kill him, Dwalin will.
“Stop that. Dwalin or any other dwarrows will not kill him. Promise me.”
“Ghivashel.”
“Thorin Oakenshield!”
His husband looks at him with fear and love.
Damn.
“I promise.”
He picks his hobbit up. He needs to take him to Oin. He looks at Dwalin and mouths.
‘Kill him.’
He trusts his friend to know what to do.
Now he needs to get his husband to the healer. And after make him forget about the pain and get lost in pleasure.