Some more Battle Ready Baggins! Looks like there’s some flowers in there.
“That night after their heated argument, Bilbo and Thorin had spoken for a few days. Their journey was silent, Fili and Kili cracking a joke or joining in some small talk with Bofur every once in a while. Gandalf and Legolas would just observe.
There was a lot of tension in the air, Bilbo and Thorin wouldn’t even be near each other every time they would make camp. Thorin was regretting everything he said that night, he regretted seeing the tears in Bilbo’s eyes. Now here they were barely sharing a word and it just feels like a mountain is on the dwarf’s shoulders.
Well he was King under the Mountain. Heh.
While traveling towards the next settlement, Thorin kept a distance away from Bilbo on the road. He would glance up at the hobbit every now and then, but he would fail to try and say anything every time.
It was spring, so it wasn’t a surprise when he saw that some of the trees along the forest were in bloom. Thorin watched as Bilbo passed by a tree that was heavily littered with white flowers. He recalled their conversations from their journey to Erebor, how Bilbo would describe the different flowers in his garden - what they meant, what they could be used for, how the white ones reminded him of the happier times with his mother -
Thorin blinked, looking up to the flowers. Hm.
The dwarf went up to the tree and had ran a hand over some of the large flowers, feeling every petal along his fingers. He looked ahead towards Bilbo, and then turned back to the tree. He quirks an eyebrow and pulls out once of his daggers from his coat.
Bilbo rode along the road on his horse, lost in his own thoughts as he kept his eyes towards the ground. He heard the thunder of running hooves and he looked back to see Thorin riding up next to him.
“Mr. Baggins,” the dwarf proclaimed, “I must speak to you.”
Bilbo furrowed his brow, looking up with a tired expression, “Not now, Thorin.”
“It is important,” Thorin was holding onto the reigns of his horse with one hand, holding something in his hand with the other.
“I am in no mood for any conversations, dwarf,” Bilbo turned away, his eyes looking away from Thorin.
There was a pause, Bilbo unaware that Thorin was reaching out to him.
“Fine. Then I will leave you with this -”
Bilbo turned his head a little more away from the dwarf, “I don’t want any more arguments, Thorin,” he snapped.
Another pause, Bilbo closing his eyes to try and drown out whatever Thorin was going to say. He was tired of the tension, he was tired of seeing Thorin and just thinking about the ache in his chest, he just wanted to be left alone.
But nothing came.
Instead he felt something settle behind his ear. Bilbo opened his eyes and raised a hand to his head and felt the softness of a petal - a flower petal.
There was a large white flower behind Bilbo’s ear, and he gave a small smile at the thought.
Though he pause, confusion setting upon him. He looked up to Thorin, and found the dwarf riding ahead of him. Thorin looked back, giving a small, tender smile towards the hobbit.
There was silence, but it felt as if Thorin was saying, “Think of our happier times.”
Bilbo blushed and guided his horse to ride along side Thorin.
From a few yards away, the company was watching the hobbit and the dwarf king as they road ahead. Fili couldn’t help the snicker on his face as Kili begrudgingly thew a pouch of coins towards him, they had made a wager of course. Bofur smoked his pipe with a smile, glancing at Legolas who just shook his head. Gandalf was riding along, and even though they were far behind Bilbo and Thorin, he could definitely tell that the two were gently holding each other’s hands.”
A little shorter then the others. I thought you guys would enjoy the small cute story. :)