Hello Readers! Heres a more detailed summary of the story: In the modern world, where magic and creatures have long since died John Watson goes about his life solving crimes with his partner and boyfriend Sherlock Holmes. Little does he know that he is a reincarnation of the Hobbit Bilbo Baggins who had lived centuries before until he starts have reoccurring nightmares. In the same time and same city the man he loved, Thorin Oakenshield is now living as a businessman by the name of Thomas. He too is having the same nightmares and slowly both start to recall their previous lives just when they cross paths. John is torn between the love he had for Thomas in a different time and the love he has for Sherlock. Who will he choose?

I have been dying to make a Hobbit(the movie version)/Sherlock Crosssover fanfic with a Thorin/Bilbo, John/Sherlock slash. My inspiration for this fanfic is the song "King and Lionheart" by Of Monsters and Men I would check it out because it seems to really embody Thorin and Bilbo perfectly (for I meant to make this just a Hobbit fanfic but it turned into a crossover). Anyway hope you enjoy and as always, please review. Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters all rights to their owners.

Howling ghosts – they reappear
In mountains that are stacked with fear
But you're a king and I'm a lionheart.
And in the sea that's painted black,
Creatures lurk below the deck
But you're a king and I'm a lionheart.

And as the world comes to an end
I'll be here to hold your hand
'Cause you're my king and I'm your lionheart.
A lionheart.

-King and Lionheart by Of Monsters and Men

Chapter One

The dream always began the same. Stone ruins surrounded John and from where he stood he could see the river that had now frozen over into complete ice. A figure stood at the edge where the water was supposed to stream down into the precipice. He was still, watching as massive eagles flew overhead. Then he swayed to the side before collapsing onto the ground.

"Thorin!" John heard himself scream. He felt the fear and panic gripping his chest as he ran. He ignored how his body seemed to ache, his exposed skin nipped by the cold. His head was putting up a fuss as well. But still, he had to get to Thorin. He climbed down the crumbling steps finally making it to the man, kneeling before him.

"Bilbo" Thorin breathed as John pressed his hands to the wound that was staining his shirt. He could feel the warmth of the blood as it seeped through his fingers. "I'm so glad you are here." John just shushed him gently and begged him to stay with him but he only smiled at John.

"Farewell master burgler." He said as he took his last breath.

"No! no! Thorin don't you dare!" He heard himself scream, his heart feeling like it was going to explode. It hurt so much and he sobbed over the fallen man's body, the eagles still flying overhead, letting out their shrill cries. That's when he would wake up, tears still wet on his cheeks and completely confused.

"Did you have that weird dream again." Came a familiar voice beside him. John quickly wiped away his tears before rolling over. Sherlock laid on his side, his blue eyes staring intently in his.

"Yes it's been the same dream for almost a week. It seems like my mind is trying to tell me something but it makes no sense. It's always so vivid, the strange world and the man named Thorin."

Sherlock snorted, amused "Strange name that's for certain."

John continued "He keeps calling me Bilbo and he seemed to know me really well. I could feel that I knew him too and that my name was indeed Bilbo. He had a severe wound on his chest, it looked like a blade had sliced right through him and he died."

"You are dwelling too much on it John, dreams are just a reflection of life events and thoughts stored in the subconscious nothing more." Sherlock grumbled before pulling up the sheets up and rolling over. John couldn't help but look over to the clock on the nightstand. It was early morning and he felt completely exhausted. He also swore he could still feel a slight twinge of pain in his chest. He did his best to ignore it and tried to go back to sleep. But the thought of reliving that dream made it impossible. As if Sherlock could sense this he rolled over and wrapped his arms about John's waist. His wild dark hair tickled John's cheek and he felt Sherlock's breath as he whispered into his ear.

"Go back to sleep you need a least a few more hours to function. Just remember it's only a dream." Just to drive John crazy Sherlock nibbled his ear and John desperately tried not to squeal. But as Sherlock's lips wandered to his neck he couldn't stifle a groan of pleasure. Satisfied, Sherlock pulled away and in moments was fast asleep. Feeling Sherlock's warmth around him soothed him back to sleep.

Thomas woke up from another fitful nightmare. He could still feel a dull ache probe his chest where he had felt excruciating pain before. Even awake he could remember vividly the dream he has been having for a week straight. Of experiencing his brutal death in another world and time, in another body. He had stood over the edge of a water fall. The pain radiating from his chest was unbearable but he had felt relief. Azog, the pale orc was dead and he watched the orc armies retreat as the eagles flew high into the sky. His legs could no longer hold his weight and he collapsed onto the cold rock. When the person he knew to be Bilbo Baggins appeared he was so happy that it was the Hobbit that he would see before he died. He could taste his blood as it filled his mouth, coppery and vile. He had looked into the Hobbit's face, smudged with dirt and his chestnut hair its usual untamed mess and had felt guilty. He felt guilty for putting Bilbo through so much when his dangerous journey was not his to bear. Yet, he had stayed and remained a loyal friend. He didn't get the time to tell Bilbo how he had truly felt about him, only just enough breath to apologize and say goodbye.

"Bloody hell. What a week I am having." Thomas cursed, running his hand through his short, dark hair as he sat up in bed. He reached for the remote on his nightstand and pressed a button. The shade that had completely blocked out the light slowly rose up, revealing the cloudy sky. The usual bustle of modern day London shone through the glass window that took up the whole wall. Groaning he shuffled over to his wardrobe to grab his bathrobe before walking through the doorway to the kitchen. The white walls and stainless steel seemed to make the light outside more harsh and gloomy. He turned on the coffee pot, desperate for some caffeine. He added a dash of cinnamon to the grounds to add a little something, just like his dad had.

"Rough night Tom?" His boyfriend Alec said from where he lounged on the sofa that sat off of the kitchen. A talk show played on the television but it all sounded like white noise to Thomas.

"I'm alright it's just that stupid nightmare again." He grumbled, watching impatiently as the pot slowly brewed up a fresh batch of coffee.

"Maybe the universe is trying to tell you something." Alec said and Thomas could hear the amusement in his voice.

"Who knows but I just want to tell the universe to fuck off for interrupting my sleep." Alec chuckled at his brash language before getting up. To Thomas's pleasant surprise he was shirtless, the only article of clothing on him was his briefs. He was painfully aware of his rippling muscles from all those nights working out. His unruly chestnut hair stuck up at different angles and his blue eyes held a glint of its usual mischief.

"Tell you what why don't we go out for a nice romantic dinner tonight. My treat." Alec purred as he came up to Thomas. He watched as he slowly unraveled the knot that tied his green velvet bathrobe closed. Alec pushed it back until it fell to the floor. Thomas was aware of his own exposed body only wearing underwear and he turned away, trying to hide the color that was no doubt rushing to his face. Even in his late thirties he still blushed like a school boy.

"That sounds wonderful. I best get to the office I have some deadlines coming up." He cleared his throat to hide the slight quaver in his voice.

"Can't it wait a few more minutes?" Alec's strong arms wrapped around his waist and he caved.

"Alright you cheeky bastard I guess I will make an exception." Thomas said as he twisted around to look at Alec. They both grinned as Alec drew Thomas's face to his and kissed him with such ferocity that it made all his thoughts vanish. They only broke apart to return to the bedroom, the coffee and the nightmare forgotten. At least, just for a little while.

"Get a move on John we've got to meet up with Lestrade at Scotland Yard in ten minutes. He's got a new case waiting for us and it's a big one!" Sherlock practically yelled, rushing around the flat.

"Yes alright let me at least finish my morning tea." John replied from his chair. taking a good mouthful of earl grey from his ceramic cup.

"To hell with your morning routines. Lets go!" John slammed his cup back into its saucer so hard he was surprised it did not shatter nor even chip in the slightest.

"I'm moving you git." John growled as he put the tea aside and got up. Sherlock barely gave him anytime to grab his coat before he was herded out the door and into a cab.

"What's so bloody important that we had to get up practically at the crack of dawn." John asked, irritated and still not fully awake.

"Something we have been awaiting for a long time John. We might finally have a lead on Moriarty." The name sent chills through John. After a few minutes pause John cleared his throat noisily and said "Well I guess that does qualify as something worth losing sleep over." Sherlock's only reply was satisfied smirk that spread across his face much to John's annoyance. This was going to be a long day.

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