Wow, I didn't realize that this would be so popular XD Thank you all for enjoying the first part. As a reward (and due to MANY requests at another chapter) I present: CHAPTER 2! I hope it meets all of your standards, if not feel free to tell me where I can improve.

Disclamir: I do not, and will never own The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien.

Bilbo still had no idea what he was supposed to do in dwarven courtship. He had tried listening to Balin's explanation, but had gotten lost somewhere between courting beads and ceremonial hellos. But Bilbo was a Baggins of Bag End and had just pretended to listen, nodding his head at what he thought were the right points, while he thought of a saying he had muttered aggressively to himself: never venture east. It was one phrase he should have remembered before all this mess happened, but he couldn't bring himself to hate it.

Sometimes he would wonder what his family would think of his courtship with the King Under the Mountain. Oh, the gossip would be horrendous! Though he'd give up quite a few of his silver spoons to see the look on those nasty Sacksville-Baggins's faces. He could practically feel Lobelia's mortification from here.

Before he could continue his thought, Thorin approached him. 'Confound it all! Let's hope we don't make fools of ourselves'.

It surprised him that he wasn't the only one who messed up in this whole courting business. Just the other evening, Thorin had offered to make him a pair of shoes for the rest of the journey. Shoes! For a hobbit no less. Bilbo had never felt more insulted in his life and told Thorin as such.

Strong feet were a proud trait of hobbits and to have it questioned so openly was a high insult. With the right approach one could be fined for such a thing in the Shire.

When Thorin found this out he apologized for his ignorance, saying he would never intentionally harm his partner in any way. It was amusing to watch the proud dwarf stumble over his words. Granted, he wasn't the only one who messed up, but that wasn't important right now.

"Bilbo," Thorin said calmly, like he hadn't been calling him 'the hobbit' for the entirety of this blasted journey until now. It was strange, being acknowledge by Thorin now, but he decided that it was for the best. "Would you like some of my stew?"

Sweet Valar he was not hearing things was he? Despite his doubts he saw it right in front of him, a bowl of stew, already half eaten, offered to him from the hands of his courter. He couldn't believe it. His family would be doing a jig about now if they could see it.

"A-are you certain?" Bilbo asked, his voice quivering with anticipation. He hoped so, oh, he hoped.

Thorin's eyebrows furrowed in confusion and looked at him oddly before saying clearly, "Yes, if that is what you wish."

Bilbo was certain he let out the most undistinguished noise as he stood up and propelled himself at Thorin. The dwarf stumbled back a few steps, trying not to spill the stew on either of them. What had gotten into the hobbit?

Bilbo turned his eyes into the dwarves' eyes. He brought his hand up to caress his beard. "I had no idea you were so passionate about this, Thorin," he said quietly. "Why did you not tell me that we were already married in all but documentation?"

Thorin's eyes widened and he tried to form a response, but he couldn't.

He really had screwed this whole courting thing up… At least he's happy.

That's it! I'm sorry it wasn't longer, but I couldn't think of what more to write.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it! *gives you all a plate of cookies and a glass of milk* THANK YOU! Review if you have time! :D