Don't you dare

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"Let me into that bloody room, Dwalin!"

"He's sleeping."

"Not when I'm done with him, he won't be!"

Thorin's eyes struggled to open as he heard the sound of his best friend and belov-. He stops himself. Does he have any right to say that anymore? Surely, Bilbo is banging down the proverbial door of his tent to scream at him and tell him he's going home, never to return. That is his right. Forgiveness given on death's door was hardly fair play, after all.

He took in his injuries. He had not been nearly as hurt as he thought. Elves or perhaps the wizards doing, he wasn't sure. He touched the bandages at his side and winced. Alright, perhaps he was a little more injured than he appeared. He tried to sit up, which caused him to cry out in pain and fall back onto the cot gracelessly. The bickering outside ceased, and the tent flap was thrown open, letting in a rush of cold air. Bilbo seemed to be illuminated in the harsh light of the day. The light streamed through his hair and silhouetted him against the backdrop. His eyes were on fire with righteous fury but also distress. Or was it worry?

Bilbo stepped fully into the tent and immediately started into him. Thorin could only stare in amazement at his burglar, in awe of his anger. It was hard to focus on his words because he was breathtaking even in the storm of his ire. Thorin had realized far too late on that battlefield that Bilbo Baggins from the quiet place called The Shire was everything he had ever wanted and far more than he could hope to deserve.

The tone of Bilbo's words started to change. Less anger and more sorrow. Thorin put out his hand to cup that beardless chin, and in the middle of a rant about his recklessness, he closed the space between them with a kiss. He didn't know what he expected, but it wasn't nimble fingers in his hair or Bilbo's responding tongue begging to be let in. When they broke, he looked at Bilbo again. His lovely hobbit with fresh tears making track marks in the mud on his face. He was no longer yelling. His expression lingered somewhere between surprise and joy. Bilbo's hands were warm as they splayed themselves across his cheeks.

"Don't you EVER try to leave me again Thorin Oakenshield. Don't you dare."