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“Oh dear,” Bilbo fussed as he squirmed in his clothes. He looked around Beorn’s large garden before he sighed. “Well, this is unfortunate timing.”
“What are you doing, Mister Boggins?” Kili called as he laughed from across the grassy space. “You look like you’ve got bees in your jacket!”
Bilbo scowled as he shrugged out of his coat before he stopped himself from shedding his vest. “Never you mind!” he yelled back.
“Daft dwarves,” he muttered to himself as he shifted so he could rub his itching back against the tree he’d been sitting under. He wanted desperately to remove his shirt but he knew he’d rub his skin raw, which would only make it worse. “This is definitely going to set us back.”
“Burglar,” Thorin’s deep voice sounded much closer than Bilbo had thought he was. “What are you doing?”
Bilbo scowled as he looked up at Thorin. “This is your fault!”
“What?”
Bilbo crossed his arms over his chest before he dropped them. He couldn’t stand the way the movement had pulled at the skin of his back. “We’re going to have to stay here for a few more days than you had hoped.”
Thorin lifted his brows as he looked down at their hobbit. “Why?”
Bilbo rolled his eyes as he turned away from the dwarf. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. So just sit pretty and heal.” Bilbo swirled around and pointed a finger at Thorin as he glared. “And don’t bother me! I’m fine! Leave me alone!”
Thorin lifted his hands in surrender as he watched their irate hobbit stalk away from him.
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Beorn ducked inside of his massive house and looked around at his guests. “Will one of you tell me why your hobbit built a cocoon in my large oak tree?”
All of the dwarves – who were awake – turned large, confused eyes on their host.
Gandalf spluttered as he removed his pipe from his mouth.
The noise seemed to spur some of the dwarves into the ability to blink.
Thorin cleared his throat as he slowly got down from the large bench at the table. “What do you mean he’s built a cocoon?”
Beorn gestured back out his open door. “I mean, he’s high up in the tree and he’s already tucked away in it.”
“Are you sure it’s Bilbo?” Bofur asked weakly as he looked up from the wood he’d been carving. “Maybe he just went for a walk or something?”
“I’m sure,” Beorn said without an ounce of uncertainty. “I saw him climb the tree but thought nothing of it until I realized that he hadn’t come down.”
“Not to worry,” Gandalf told them as soon as he managed to clear his throat. “All hobbits can go through the change. Bilbo just hadn’t expected it to happen.”
Thorin looked out the open door before he turned his gaze back on the wizard. “He did seem rather cross with me earlier. I wasn’t sure what I had done.”
“Bilbo is a bit old to be changing,” Gandalf said with a wave of his hand. “I’m sure he’s just a little embarrassed that it happened now. He’ll explain what it means when he emerges.”
“And when will that be?” Ori piped up in a soft but excited voice.
Gandalf bit down on the end of his pipe before he pulled it from his teeth to look at the dwarves. “I’m sure he’ll only need a couple of days. Until he emerges, I suggest you rest.”
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Thorin sat by the open door of Beorn’s house and watched as the light faded from the sky.
“Thorin?” Gandalf asked as he approached the young king. “What are you doing?”
Thorin shrugged before looking back out at the night.
Gandalf smiled as he leaned on his staff. “These lands are perfectly safe.”
Wincing ever so slightly, Thorin kept his eyes trained outside. “I’m simply enjoying the night.”
“Sure,” Gandalf said before he shook his head. “I’m sure your need to keep watch has absolutely nothing to do with Bilbo being alone out there in the tree.”
Thorin shook his head.
“Unprotected,” Gandalf teased.
Thorin tightened his hands into fists in his lap but again, shook his head.
Gandalf turned away to hide his smirk as he left the king to his brooding. “He’ll be fine. Get some rest.”
Thorin narrowed his gaze out the door but didn’t say anything as the wizard left him in peace.
He was simply enjoying the night.
That was all.
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Bilbo groaned as he shifted inside his cocoon. He pressed out at the silken strands he’d woven together. Part of him was disgusted that he’d had to create it. The rest of him was glad he’d never have to do it again.
Yawning, he used his fingers to break the strands. He blinked hard as the sunlight started to filter into the semi-darkness he’d spent the last few days sleeping in. The breeze was cool against his warm skin.
The nice thing about his cocoon was that it had been warm and cozy. He wasn’t looking forward to crawling out of it. And not just because all he was wearing was his pants.
The branch that he’d chosen to build his cocoon on was high up in one of Beorn’s giant oak trees. It hadn’t taken him long to figure out the best place for his change to occur. The branch he crawled out onto was sturdy but high enough off the ground that he knew nothing would bother him until he was ready for it.
Bilbo tipped his head back and sighed as he let the sunlight warm him. He shivered in the wind but reached out to stretch his arms high into the air above him. His brand new wings were fragile and weak, but they shifted and stretched as he used his arms.
Bilbo looked back over his shoulder and grinned at the brilliant colors he could see already brightening in the minute scales that covered his new wings. He hadn’t been sure what colors he’d get when he’d gone to sleep but he wasn’t disappointed by the greens and reds that spread through his wings.
He fluttered them just to see if they were gaining strength and smiled as they barely made him lift to his toes. He wasn’t ready to go flying but it was only a matter of time before he could.
Gathering his shirt, vest, and jacket, Bilbo tutted at his worn clothing. He was going to have to make some adjustments to them, especially considering he had wings that wouldn’t fit beneath any of them. Hopefully, Beorn would have a small enough needle for him to use.
Bilbo glanced down at the ground before he began to climb down, he stilled. He wasn’t expecting to see anyone beneath him, least of all Thorin. The dwarf king hadn’t spotted him yet, but he was sitting at the base of the tree. From the angle he was at, Bilbo couldn’t tell if Thorin was simply waiting or if he was napping.
Sighing, he shifted his clothing in his arms and fluttered his wings again. He wouldn’t be able to lift himself very far off the ground but he could control his glide down.
Shrugging to himself and giggling at the way his wings moved, too, Bilbo looked back down at Thorin. If the dwarf was napping, Bilbo would be able to sneak by him.
If he wasn’t, he supposed they were going to have to have a conversation that he’d been hoping to put off until never.
Bracing himself, Bilbo gripped his clothing tight before he stretched out his wings and stepped off the branch. For only a second, he thought he might fall too harshly and get hurt. But then he caught the wind and gently glided down to the soft, green grass of Beorn’s lands.
He glanced back to check on Thorin as soon as his feet touched the earth. He was hoping that the dwarf’s eyes would be closed.
They weren’t.
Thorin’s heavy gaze was settled on Bilbo. “Burglar,” Thorin rumbled without moving from his vigil beneath the tree. “I see now what Gandalf meant when he said you would change.”
Bilbo shifted his clothing in his hands as he took a small step back from Thorin. “Yes, well. I wasn’t expecting it to happen.”
“He said that, too.”
Bilbo frowned at that. “Was there anything he didn’t tell you?”
Thorin slowly got to his feet. He approached Bilbo with caution as his eyes moved to take in the beautiful wings that had sprouted from Bilbo’s back. “Why it happened.”
“Oh,” Bilbo said softly before he turned away from Thorin to look off at the flowers that littered Beorn’s lands. “It doesn’t matter.”
Thorin’s brows furrowed as he gently reached out and took Bilbo’s hand into his. He ignored the clothing that Bilbo dropped as he pulled the hobbit around to face him. “You told me,” he said quietly as he searched Bilbo’s gaze, “that it was my fault.”
“Drat,” Bilbo muttered as Thorin’s hand tightened around his.
“I was hoping,” Thorin continued as he pulled Bilbo closer to him still, “that you would tell me what I did to cause such a thing.”
Bilbo tugged at his hand and could only sigh when Thorin did not release him. “I blamed you,” he started as he looked away from the king, “because it technically is your fault. But I will not beholden you to anything. Especially my biological reactions.”
“Burglar,” Thorin rumbled as he watched the way Bilbo squirmed under his attention. “Tell me.”
Bilbo tugged one last time at his hand. His wings flared up behind him just a little before all of him drooped a bit. “Hobbits are born as you knew me before, but once we meet the person we’d like to spend our lives with, we change.”
“What?”
“It’s usually rather romantic,” Bilbo muttered. “My parents knew the moment they met each other. They even shared a cocoon.”
“They shared their cocoon,” Thorin repeated uncertainly.
Bilbo smiled softly as he looked past Thorin at the greens of Beorn’s lands. “Yeah, they shared their cocoon. My mother said that once they knew they didn’t want to spend a single moment apart. Not even to change.”
“And your change,” Thorin said as he squeezed Bilbo’s hand again, “is my fault?”
Bilbo made a face as he met Thorin’s eyes once more. “Like I said, I won’t beholden you to anything. My body just sort of decided, you know?”
Thorin studied Bilbo’s face for a moment before he licked his lips. He knew his eyes had gone hooded. The idea that Bilbo, beautiful and otherworldly Bilbo would want him made a fire burn within him. “And if I would like to be beholdened?”
Bilbo leaned back at that. His wings quivered behind him as he stared up at Thorin in shock. “What?”
“From the moment I met you,” Thorin murmured as he dared to lift his empty hand to brush his fingers along Bilbo’s cheek, “I thought you handsome. I was almost relieved when you didn’t join us for I knew that this temptation would be too great.”
“Thorin,” Bilbo breathed. “Are you sure?”
Thorin guided Bilbo closer to him so he could lower his head to press their foreheads together. “And now, having such a blatant display of your want for me,” Thorin murmured before he tipped his head to press a gentle kiss to the side of Bilbo’s brow. “I don’t want to resist anymore.”
Bilbo shuddered beneath the dwarf’s hands. He flexed his fingers for a moment before he let out a whimper and reached out for Thorin. He clung to his jacket and pulled his naked chest flush against Thorin’s clothed ones. His wings beat frantically behind him, lifting him to his toes so that he could get closer to Thorin’s height.
Chuckling, Thorin wrapped one of his arms around Bilbo’s waist. He was careful not to brush against his wings as he held his hobbit to his chest. “You said you change once you’ve found your mate. I want to hear you say it, Burglar. Tell me how you want me.”
Bilbo shivered in his arms as he flapped his wings to lift himself even higher than Thorin. He couldn’t deny that he wanted this dwarf. “I want you,” he breathed as his wings took him just a little higher. “I thought I could ignore my want but you pulled me into your arms at the top of the Carrock and I never wanted to leave them.”
Thorin grinned as he stared up at his gorgeous hobbit. He let Bilbo slightly slip through his fingers, though he didn’t dare to let him go. The vision Bilbo made, hovering over him like a little fae come to steal Thorin’s heart. It made that fire in him burn brighter. “You fought Azog for me and I couldn’t understand why.”
Grinning, Bilbo lowered himself enough to dig his fingers into Thorin’s hair and press their noses together. He laughed before he pressed a chaste kiss to Thorin’s lips. “Because even then, I knew you were mine, Thorin Oakenshield, and I don’t appreciate it when other people try to take what belongs to me.”
“Yeah,” Thorin all but groaned as he pulled Bilbo down for another fleeting kiss. “I belong to you?”
“Of course.”
“What will you do with me?”
Bilbo lifted his head to look around them. Some members of the company were down by the river. Others were milling around the house. Only Gandalf seemed to be looking directly at them, though the wizard turned away as soon as Bilbo looked back.
Smirking, Bilbo glanced back down at Thorin. “The change happened because my body and heart knew that I wanted to mate with you, Thorin.”
Thorin moaned as he shifted his grip so that he rested his hands on Bilbo’s hips. He slid his fingers just inside his hobbit’s loose pants as Bilbo continued to float above him. “Truly?”
“I can see that I’ll have to prove it to you,” Bilbo crooned as he began to push Thorin back toward the tree. Just because the others weren't looking didn’t mean that Bilbo wanted to give them the chance to see. “Seems I’ve got a head start on removing obstacles,” he said as he plucked at Thorin’s clothing as he continued to guide him back until they rounded the base of the tree.
Bilbo dropped to his toes and folded back his wings as he pushed at Thorin’s coat. “Take this off.”
Without complaint, Thorin shrugged his jacket off. He allowed it to fall to the ground at the base of the tree without looking away from his hobbit.
“This too,” Bilbo said as he pulled at Thorin’s shirt until he had it out of his pants and halfway up his belly.
Thorin chuckled before he stepped back far enough to remove his shirt. Once again, he let it fall to the ground without a second thought. “Anything else?”
Bilbo grinned as he stepped forward. He pressed his chest against Thorin’s bare stomach as he wrapped his arms around his dwarf. “I’ll have you naked soon enough, Master Dwarf.”
A smile tugged at Thorin’s lips as he ducked his head down to press kisses across the bridge of Bilbo’s nose. “I’m at your mercy, Burglar.”
Bilbo scoffed before he once again gave himself enough leverage to take what he wanted. And what he wanted was a proper kiss. He pushed Thorin back until he hit the tree. Then Bilbo kept him there as he dug his fingers back into Thorin’s hair and tilted his head just so.
Their kiss deepened as Thorin ran his hands along Bilbo’s sides. He allowed his hobbit to guide their kiss as he skated his fingers around to Bilbo’s back and then even so gently brushed against the base of his wings.
Bilbo moaned as he threw his head back in ecstasy. “Oh,” he groaned as he managed to look back down and meet Thorin’s heated gaze. “You’re going to do that again while I ride your cock.”
He was nodding before the words fully registered in his brain. “Anything. Anything you want.”
“They’re too new,” Bilbo breathed as he nuzzled his nose against Thorin’s once more. “Otherwise I’d have you pin me to the ground and fuck me into the dirt. I’ll have to ride you today.”
Thorin closed his eyes as he willed himself to not ruin their moment. “Anything,” he said again.
Bilbo laughed as he kissed him. He wasted no time in loosening his pants and kicking them to the side so that he could work on getting Thorin out of his.
Thorin bit back a moan as he was shoved back against the tree once more. He scrambled to help Bilbo get the ties to his pants undone so that he could shove them down his thighs.
Bilbo didn’t bother to help Thorin beyond freeing his cock. He moaned from deep in his chest as he wrapped his hand around it. Then he closed his eyes for only a second before he looked down. “Oh Valar,” he groaned. “You’re so big.”
Thorin licked his lips as he bucked into Bilbo’s touch. “Too big?”
“Absolutely not,” Bilbo said firmly as he tightened his hand around Thorin’s cock. “You’re perfect.”
Dropping his chin, Thorin watched as Bilbo’s smaller hands wrapped around him. He groaned as his hobbit did as he said he would and claimed what was his.
Bilbo allowed his feet to touch the ground as he stroked Thorin from root to tip. He frowned as he smeared a bit of the fluid slowly dripping from the slit in his cock around with his thumb. “You’re not wet enough.”
“What?” Thorin gasped as he blinked blearily up at Bilbo.
Bilbo smirked at the effect he had on Thorin. He tightened his grip and twisted his hands on the next upstroke just to watch as Thorin threw his head back and moaned for him. “You’re not wet enough. Don’t freak out.”
Thorin didn’t have a chance to respond as Bilbo spit into his hands. It wasn’t until he was smearing something that was thicker than spit on his cock that he realized it wasn’t normal. “What?” he managed again.
Bilbo ignored him as he stuck his fingers into his mouth. He coated them with the same thick fluid he’d spit onto Thorin’s cock. While he stroked Thorin with one hand, he reached behind himself with the other and pushed two of his fingers in. He didn’t want to take his time as he knew he should.
He’d changed for Thorin. He wanted his dwarf.
Thorin moaned as soon as he realized what Bilbo was doing. He reached out to run his fingers along Bilbo’s chest and down to his hips before he pulled Bilbo until the hobbit got the idea and lifted himself up with his wings so he could wrap his legs around Thorin’s waist.
“Burglar,” Thorin said as he sucked kisses against Bilbo’s throat. “Fuck, you’ve got me so hard.”
“Yeah,” Bilbo whimpered as he rolled his hips to rut his cock against Thorin’s stomach. He did his best to move his fingers inside of himself to stretch his hole out faster but the angle was wrong.
Thorin kept one hand on Bilbo’s back as he let the other drift down to where his fingers were squirming in his little hole. He gently took Bilbo’s wrist in his grip and pulled his fingers away before he slid one of his own into his hobbit.
Moaning, Thorin thunked his head back against the tree. “You’re so fucking tight.”
Bilbo whimpered as he clutched at Thorin’s shoulders. He used his wings to lift him higher to get a better angle. “Give me your fingers,” he groaned as he rocked back down. “Put them in my mouth.”
Thorin watched through hooded eyes as he brought his fingers up to Bilbo’s mouth. He moaned as he watched Bilbo’s tongue swirl around them before the hobbit closed his lips around them and sucked. “Fuck,” Thorin breathed.
Bilbo hummed before he tipped his head back and let Thorin’s fingers slide out of his mouth with a wet pop. They were coated in a thicker liquid that dripped down to Thorin’s knuckles. “Put two in me. Now, Thorin.”
Scrambling, Thorin did as he was bid. He pressed two of his slicked fingers back into Bilbo and moaned with his hobbit as Bilbo rolled his hips down to take them. “Fuck,” he said again.
Bilbo grinned as he found a rhythm. He was able to use his wings to keep the leverage he wanted to sink back on Thorin’s fingers before rutting his cock up against Thorin’s hairy stomach. “So fucking perfect. I’m so glad it’s you.”
Thorin grunted as he let the otherworldly being in his grasp use him as he wanted. “Bilbo.”
“Fuck,” Bilbo moaned before he lifted himself even higher. He allowed Thorin’s fingers to slide out of him despite how much he enjoyed using them. “Your cock, Thorin,” he commanded as he braced himself on Thorin’s shoulders. “I want your cock.”
Thorin barely managed to keep himself from coming as he stroked his messy hand along his cock and caught it into his fist. He guided Bilbo slowly back down until he could press the head against his fluttering hole.
Bilbo breathed out as he sank down onto Thorin’s cock. He let his wings hitch him back up a little only so that he could sink a little farther. “So fucking perfect,” he said again as Thorin’s thick cock filled him. “Fuck, I love you.”
Thorin hit his head back against the tree to stop himself from coming. The pain helped to lessen the absolute fire raging through his veins, though not by much. “No,” he stuttered as he bucked his hips up as Bilbo continued to take him so well. “You.”
Bilbo let out a bark of laughter that quickly turned into a moan as he finally felt the tops of Thorin’s thighs pushing against him. He took only a second to wrap his fingers in Thorin’s hair before he lifted himself up to kiss his dwarf. Then he slid back down.
Thorin whimpered as he dug his fingers into Bilbo’s hips and held on. The bark of the tree against his back gave him the ability to focus on more than just Bilbo’s tight heat. He watched through half-lidded eyes as the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen took what he wanted from him.
Shakily, Thorin ran his fingers up Bilbo’s sides until he could run them onto his back. He pulled Bilbo to him as he gripped the base of his new wings and swallowed the hobbit’s gasp as Bilbo arched into him.
His hobbit made good on his word, taking what he wanted from Thorin. He used his gorgeous wings to lift himself up before dropping back down onto Thorin’s cock. All the dwarf had to do was lean back against the tree and let Bilbo do as he pleased.
That and run his fingers along the soft scales of Bilbo’s butterfly wings.
“So fucking flawless,” Thorin told him as he watched Bilbo’s face crumple in pleasure. “Such a good mate.”
“Mate,” Bilbo moaned as he rose and fell. “My mate.”
“That’s right,” Thorin agreed as he stroked his fingers against Bilbo’s shaky wings. “You’re my mate.”
His words and his touch were exactly what Bilbo needed. He lost his rhythm as he sank back down only to desperately roll his hips without lifting himself back up. “Thorin,” he moaned, “you have to come in me.”
“Fuck,” Thorin groaned as he shifted his grip to keep Bilbo balanced. “That’s it, baby. Just like that. Come one, almost there.”
Bilbo threw his head back. His wings spread out behind him as he felt the pleasure building within him burst.
Thorin swore as he dug his fingers into Bilbo’s hips and kept them from falling. He bucked his hips once, twice, and then gave his hobbit exactly what he wanted.
Panting, Bilbo managed to shift his weight so that he slumped forward onto Thorin’s chest. He loosely wrapped his arms around Thorin’s shoulders as the dwarf’s legs gave out and they sank down onto his abandoned jacket and shirt.
Thorin held Bilbo gently in his arms as he peppered his face with kisses. He knew they needed to get up. They had to find a way to clean themselves before any of the others found them in such a state. The dwarves of his company were a loyal bunch and they’d never let either of them live it down if they got caught.
Bilbo hummed as he tilted his face to give Thorin better access to his cheeks. “I hope you know that by accepting me, you’re promising to fulfill all my needs.”
“Of course,” Thorin promised him between kisses. “I swore to you. Anything you want.”
“Just you,” Bilbo sighed as he let his wings fall lax behind him. “I just want you.”
“You have me,” Thorin reassured him. “Just as I have you.”
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“Is this a bad time to mention that there are spiders lurking in the forest?” Beorn asked as he looked at Bilbo’s lovely wings. “Because they’re huge and they love to eat little bugs.”
Bilbo huffed as he crossed his arms and looked away from the giant skin-changer. “I am not a bug!”
Thorin, without making a sound, nodded at the other dwarves as they all gripped their weapons a bit tighter. “We’ll handle it.”