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13 dwarves and a hobbit were shown to a room full of clothes and threads, so that said garments could be sewn to fit, while a party hosted by the master was in full swing fuelled by the promise to bring back riches to Laketown where they all resided now.
Yet after about an hour and because of the promise of ale to many members of the company, Thorin and Bilbo were now the only ones to reside within the clothing chamber they had been shown to.
Bilbo walked around examining the garments that they had been offered all of them were either velvet or fur, the very best in return for the very best gold and riches that they were promised into bringing back with them. Bilbo continued his examination holding pieces up to his own body checking them for sizes. Yet, he couldn’t help noticing the other figure in the room, the one that currently stood in front of the window brooding (what was Bilbo saying, Thorin didn’t brood more stared into the distance to deal with his feelings, totally different Bilbo told himself.).
He stopped what he was doing looking over the taller figure checking over his wide frame taking him all in. Thorin Oakenshield to Mr Bilbo was a gorgeous man in his opinion and no one could make him say different. The rugged beard and hair added it to it all and the voice that spouted commands to his fellow dwarves just did something for the Hobbit.
Bilbo could fell his face heat as if he was a young hobbit with his first crush, yes it was immature but Bilbo just couldn’t help what he was feeling as he once again returned to the clothes wishing to find some fast so he could distance himself from the company’s leader.
Yet it didn’t quite work out that way for Bilbo as by his side soon after he was joined by the one person, he hoped wouldn’t join him.
“If you’re going to stare next time Mr Baggins, at least make it less obvious, will you?”
Bilbo turned to him in surprise feeling his face heat up once again, he wasn’t that obvious, was he?
“Um, sorry Thorin, I was just trying to size you up for clothes is all.”
It was a blatant lie on Bilbos part but that was the least of his worries at the moment as Thorin held onto the conversation with the worst thing possible after Bilbos statement.
“So which pieces do you think I should wear tomorrow then, master burglar?”
Bilbo started to panic looking around at the table of pieces that lay in front of the two.
“This looks about your size.” Spouted Bilbo holding up a blue tunic with an attachable red cape.
“It does and good taste Mr Baggins I will be sure to collect it in the morning when we leave, but now for you.”
“But now for me what, Thorin? What are you doing?”
Thorin walked behind Bilbo to look around at the other options, Bilbo could see the king looking and checking each one individually with just his eyes until they shined and homed in on one in particular. Bilbo almost couldn’t look away from Thorin’s majestic gaze as he gazed upon the somewhat loving sparkle, he could see in Thorin’s eyes. Why was Thorin like this? Well Bilbo got his answer right away when he finally tore his eyes away from the kings face to look upon a matching tunic and cape to the ones, he picked out for Thorin but in a smaller size. A size small enough for Bilbo to wear.
“That is to be the one you wear tomorrow Master Baggins as we finally reach Erebor.” Spoke the king and Bilbo could agree more.
----------------------------time skip brought to you by Alfrid in cross-dress-----------------------
As the company rose early with migraines from hangovers, they started to retrieve their garments for the day as Laketown bustled below readying the parade that would send them off into a new life, hopefully one of success.
As Bilbo reached the clothing room, he found the one that Thorin chose for him, it was precious in every way possible and reminded him so much of the king who had bestowed it upon him. He grabbed it off the table and found the nearest place away from wondering eyes to strip down and to get dressed in.
Not only was the outfit nice to look at but it was also warm something Bilbo was thankful for as he knew how cold the outside air could get especially since they were traversing a mountain today.
The hobbit walked out into what he would consider a very nice sight. The company was now sat around a huge table stacked to the brim with foods of different sorts, ranging from cheeses to venison to apples (which he was pretty sure none of the dwarves would touch since they were green). Even though the sight of this amount of food was a god sent to the hobbit he couldn’t help worrying as he looked around to his fellow company and as he started to count.
12 dwarves sat in front of him not 13.
Thorin was nowhere to be seen.
Bilbo sauntered over to Balin if anyone knew where the king was it was sure to be him (or Dwalin but Bilbo was too scared to say more that a sentence to that man).
Balins only answer was to check the clothing room and not to worry as they still all had time before they had to leave and that Thorin wouldn’t stop at anything by now to not reach that mountain.
To be honest Bilbo blocked out most of the conversation from the white-haired dwarf as his worry overgrew him. Why should he be this worried? There was nothing to worry about but as Balin finished speaking Bilbo found himself making his way towards the clothing room only to be met with the sight of a half shirtless dwarf the other half being tangled between the cape and tunic of the outfit.
Bilbo once again couldn’t stop his staring as his face became heated and he could only imagine how red his face was right now, thankful Thorin could see him right now due to a face full of fabric. Bilbos arms flapped at his sides as he was unsure of what to do next before he decided to speak up.
“Um, Thorin do you want some help or are you doing ok?”
“Ah master Baggins I’m fine, you should be worrying about the journey ahead not me now go join the others.” Was the commanding response that reached the hobbits pointed ears as Thorin continued to struggle with the restricting fabric of the tunic he was trying to get into.
“Here let me help.” Spoke the smaller one.
“I don’t need help master Baggins I said to go join the others.”
“Well, I want to help and that’s what you’ll get Oakenshield so relax and let me help!” Spoke Bilbo in a some what raised voice. Thankfully it worked and Thorin stopped struggling enough so that Bilbo could release the ties that lay on the front of the tunic and pulled it so that it lay as it should on Thorin’s body.
“There we go.”, said Bilbo as he put his hands on Thorin’s chest to smooth the fabric without realising. “See wasn’t that hard.” He spoke in a teasing many once again not realising how close in proximity he was in with the king.
It wasn’t until Thorin spoke that the burglar realised this as Thorin’s bass filled voice filled the room.
“I Guess I owe you thanks for this Master Baggins.”
“Um there’s no need really, it was just a simple task don’t worry…” rambled on bilbo as he fiddled with his hands.
“So, you wouldn’t appreciate if I did this then.” Talked the larger man softly as he grabbed Bilbos chin. And before Bilbo could realise, he could feel slightly cracked lips against his own and began to lean into it. After a few seconds the pair distance and looked into each other’s I eyes until Bilbo spoke once again.
“I guess I could take that as payment, yeah.”
Bilbo giggled slightly as Thorin answered “we should get back to the others and the food before it’s too late.”
“Yeah, we should was the only response before Bilbo in a sudden burst of confidence laid a peck onto Thorin’s lips before exiting the room in the directions of the other.
Thorin couldn’t help but smirk at how daring his hobbit was and also couldn’t help but to realise his own and Bilbos clothes and at how even if they were in different rooms they were still connected, and this event couldn’t have happened without Bilbo staring at him in the moon light and choosing to tailor the king.