Bilbo X Thorin Novels & Stories

"I don’t like this quiet. It’s too still." "It’s the calm before the storm," Sienna murmured. "We need to be ready." Elior didn’t sleep. None of them did. The next day, they rode harder, faster, knowing time was slipping through their fingers. And by sunset, they saw it, the entrance to the Hall of Kings, carved into the mountain ahead. But they were not alone. Figures in dark robes stood at the entrance, torches in hand. The Forgotten Hand had beaten them there.

CHAPTER TEN -ANTONIO- As we moved further away from the council room, I finally broke the silence and elaborated on the situation. "Thorin, keep your distance from Boris. I don't want him discovering that Severa has left her mark on you." Thorin, normally stoic and composed, swallowed at my words. There was conflict in his eyes, a stormy sea of fear and longing. "If you didn't want him to know it was me, why did you tell him?"

It was almost night when suddenly, Kian and Kaleb stiffened while talking with their parents. "What is - *BOOM* Thorin was cut by the loud explosion followed by loud screams. The ground starts shaking. "Kian!"

His words are a reminder of the dangers many kingdoms face. “Wise words from such a little man. We’re not enemies, though,” Samuel explains, kneeling beside Thorin and ruffling his hair affectionately. “But enemies are close and watch,” Thorin adds. His words are filled with an understanding, unlike his age. His wisdom brings a smile to my lips, but I still feel uneasy by how quickly he is changing and growing. “It’s late anyway, so I think it’s time to get ready for bed, don’t you?” I suggest, glancing between the pups as I begin to guide them to the door.

“Not a single beast after that first night.” “Luck?” Thorin huffed. “That wasn’t luck. We would’ve torn anything else apart.” I smirked. “Would we? You’ve been awfully quiet about that first fight. Scared, Thorin?” “Scared? Me?” Thorin growled indignantly. “Do I need to remind you who took control when you froze up? If anyone was scared, it was you.” I chuckled, shaking my head. “Sure, Thorin. Keep telling yourself that. If we saw another beast, we’d fight it together. Like always.”

"We’re still trying to find the glue, Baba." "Don't search too hard," the old man replied, gesturing with his knife. "The glue is the struggle. When you survive a fire together, you don't just stay joined; you become one metal." He looked at me, his eyes twinkling. "You should marry. Quickly. You will have beautiful children—warriors with your eyes and his stubborn head." Josh reached out, his fingers grazing my hand. The touch was warm, a promise of a future that felt almost real in the morning mist. I smiled, but the expression didn't quite reach my heart.

He placed a soft kiss on my forehead. “Are you sure you want to go home and pick up some stuff?” “I won’t have any clothes if not.” “I can take you shopping in the morning to get anything you need.” “What about to sleep in tonight?” “I can lend you a shirt,” his wicked smile was back. “Oh really, What’s with the wicked smile Mr. Thorn?” “Just imagining you in one of my shirts.” “Ok. Take me to yours.” “Are you sure?” “Yes. The longer I let the dust settle the better to be honest.”

I remained at the edge of the camp, staring toward the Den. Somewhere inside, Lyra was waiting. I would find her tomorrow and I would remind her who she was. Or die trying. I slipped back in quietly, alone, keeping watch over the pack one last time before I made my move tomorrow. Just as I was about to step away, a flicker of movement near the Den entrance made me freeze. Lyra. And Thorin. They stood close beneath the torchlight. Too close. Thorin was speaking to her in a low voice, his hand lifting to brush a loose strand of hair from her face. His fingers lingered against her cheek before sliding down to the edge of her dress, adjusting the fabric on her shoulder like he had every right to

Right? Beta Harth’s POV Both wolves are biting down and drawing blood. At this rate they will both die. Suddenly Thorin throws Dawson, and Dawson takes a chunk of flesh with him. Thorin cries out in pain. This is bad. The two wolves attack each other again, but it sends them tumbling. When they’ve stopped, Dawson is on top pinning down Thorin, his teeth bared and growling. “THORIN!” I shout, but before I finish the word Dawson bites down onto Thorin’s neck and rips out a chunk of flesh.