King and consort under the mountain

Title: King and Consort under the mountain

Fandom: The Hobbit

Pairing: Thorin x Bilbo

Genre: Romance, NSFW

Raiting: R-18

Summary: After the terrible battle of the five armies and after recovery from his wounds, Thorin begins to woo to the little hobbit who captivated him from the beginning, even though Bilbo still does not feel very sure to be part of the kingdom of Erebor. 

Note: Hello everyone! This is actually an express fic I wanted to post for Bilbo’s birthday but it was monstrously long and at least I decided to split it into 3 or 4 sections. For that reason perhaps it is not very detailed but still I hope you enjoy it even a little :)

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Chapter 1 — A splendid new life

The warm morning gave way to the daily routine. In the new Erebor restored the dwarves had taken over the tasks, for which they were assigned by their respective status, they did each of their activities with total dedication and pride, after all Aulë had created them for to be strong and decisive in any situation.

But even in hard times the prince had to perform hard labor in lands of mortal men, Thorin Oakenshield was the perfect example of that stoicism was stronger than the stubborn pride. Everything he had done to help his people unjustly deprived of their homelands.

But the struggle to regain his kingdom was over, the throne and all the riches of the lonely mountain had been recovered from the clutches of the beast and from the greed that had been in place where besides the dragon had nested there for long. Everything had finished. His kingdom and his army had triumphed, they had defending Erebor from the damn horde of pale orcs which had almost had killed all them without mercy. But at last they overcame and so the prince had become king and now he was completely worth to wear the crown on his hand.

Winter had left behind. The first buds of spring had begun to peek in the meadows at the foot of the Lonely Mountain, in those lands where the people of the men of Esgaroth slowly returned to prosper. And then, Erebor stood proudly again, dwarves had raised new and monumental stone figures replacing those that had been destroyed beyond repair. The craftsmanship of the dwarves was sublime, nothing could compare to the skill and dedication that dwarfs from Dunland had, an innately privilege provided by their solemn father Aulë, a Valar.

And all the while the little hobbit who had accompanied them, during the trip and during the final feat, continued to his side. The halfling had spent the best and worst moments with the company and was with them all the winter. Bilbo Baggins was still the fourteenth member of the company of Thorin and now felt more proud of it, his part Took prevailed in that boasting.

But there was something the little hobbit and the king shared in secret, a fervent mutual affection that had arisen between the two not long after since they had undertaken the journey to the Lonely Mountain, a romance that although a bit abstract still was so lively as in the beginning, a romance irresolute yet which claimed for become in something torrid. But neither of both was quite sure to reveal.

you can read this story on my AO3 account and on my tumblr :3

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