Thorin had nearly died multiple times on their journey, and so had Bilbo. It would seem purposeless for him to suddenly die in a collapse of an Erebor mine, but he went in anyway. Bilbo was worried about him, but did nothing to stop him. He knew it would seem foolish to be scared of him leaving, and he knew perfectly well of all people that he could take care of himself quite well. Bilbo decided to quit worrying and to continue writing out letters to the few hobbits he still cared about.

To My Dearest Gamgees,

Hello, it is I, Bilbo Baggins! This letter may be quite a shock to you all, and I do expect it to be, but I have the greatest news to ever be written. I am not dead, but have simply moved. It seems the Took blood has finally gotten to me, and after going on an adventure with a group of dwarves, something that you've probably heard a great deal of gossip about back in the Shire, I have decided to stay back in the newly reclaimed Erebor. I give my official signature to you, allowing you to take Bag End as your own. If it has been auctioned off, show this signature and you should be able to get it back. If any Sackville-Baggins try to rob you, then damn them all!

I cannot say if I will ever return to the Shire, for I have realized there is very little left for me there. Please understand that you all were very dear friends of mine and I couldn't ask for any family better.

Signed,

Bilbo Baggins

The letter was delivered by a raven, who Bilbo gave a good deal of bread too in return. "Thank you very much," he said to the bird as it ate its food.

The bird squawked in reply, finished its food, and then flew away. Bilbo only wished he knew how long it would take for the Gamgees to receive their letter.

In retrospect, Bilbo was quite shocked that the whole thing had happened. In the beginning the two had both shared a mutual hatred of each other, and Bilbo was surprised that neither hadn't torn each other to shreds, though Thorin would likely have been the one to have succeeded in that action.

Jumping in front of the orc had been one of the quickest decisions Bilbo had ever made, who usually spent most of his time thinking over whether making a choice was worth it. Sometimes he'd even spend hours planning on what he'd make for dinner.

But he'd really done it, and Thorin had loved him ever since.

Saving everyone from the spiders had been terrifying, but he knew it was the right thing to do. Bilbo had said he'd do whatever he could to help reclaim Erebor, even if it meant he had to face off against a bunch of giant arachnids. When he'd had to save everyone from the elves, he'd been afraid, but he'd done it. The dwarves were in the place they hated most, and he knew that if it were the last thing he would ever do, Bilbo had to get Thorin and his crew of dwarves free of Thranduil's clutches. It had scared him, and for some time, though he couldn't calculate how long it had been, he'd almost thought of giving up. But whenever he tried, a voice in his head told him to stop, to keep going. So he had, and nothing could compare to when he'd freed everyone, and Thorin's relieved, happy face could never be forgotten from Bilbo's collection of mental images.

He loved Thorin, had so many times to realize it, but now he knew, really, really knew. Thorin surely loved him too.

And for once Bilbo was happy, with no worry that he'd die. Yes, Bilbo had proved that he could protect himself, and Thorin had done the same thing.

They were passionate, hiding none of their feelings. Bilbo released it in the way he held him, ran his hands through his hair, and kissed his neck. He showered Thorin in his emotions, and he felt Thorin do the same. There was happiness and there was pain, but the pain was soon destroyed. Bilbo had imagined he'd be a bachelor and never feel anything close to this, but he was so glad to be wrong. He wished the moment could last forever, and Thorin must have surely felt the same.

Had his parents felt this feeling? He'd seen them kissing before, rather chaste out of fear that he'd see them and somehow be traumatized. He was sure they had, as it seemed he had never seen a happier couple until now, when he was a part of that couple. Though he had no idea what his father would think of his relationship with Thorin, he could imagine his father complaining about him being with a dwarf of all the races he could have chosen from, but his mother would've supported him in every way.

Thorin kissed him harder, his tongue exploring the inside of Bilbo's mouth, and Bilbo did the same. Thorin's hand slowly rubbed his arm, then went down his leg, then finally up again. Bilbo released himself from Thorin.

"Are you not ready for that?" Thorin asked, a look of concern on his face. "If you aren't then I certainly won't make you do it." He looked shamed. "If you tell me no then I will respect your wishes."

"No," Bilbo said.

Thorin nodded. "As you wish."

"You didn't let me finish my sentence," Bilbo said, then began to take off his pants. "No, I wanted to do it myself."

"Would you mind doing it for me?" Thorin asked, a playful gleam in his eyes. He pretended to yawn. "I am just oh so very tired and worn out. It would be a great help for me if you did that for me."

"I'd be happy to," Bilbo said.

"Don't worry, soon I won't be tired."

And Bilbo was even happier, and he knew he'd never again regret his decision for going on the journey to reclaim Erebor. And now he had a new journey, one that was on the inside of Erebor.

Author's Note: I want to keep the T rating, so that's as far as we'll go. The is pretty much the end of my story cause it was mostly supposed to be Thilbo drabbles. It ends with pure fan service. Thanks for reading!