"I knew it would be like this from the moment you stepped into my home," Bilbo says, cheek cupped in Thorin's hand, eyes bright and clear. "I knew despite the protests and the hardships and the constant fear of being eaten before my own next meal that I would never wish for a moment to be apart from you." There's no lie here, not from Bilbo. The Ring has other plans, but the emotion inside of the halfling has never once been more true.
Love. Oh, he loves. He loves, despite being forever stunted. That's why taking him over has been so easy. So devilishly easy.
"Bag End was never my home. I never felt there as I've felt with you. I've no reason to return, unless you are with me. The piercings, the braids, tea--" He has to smile at that. It's just very hard to smile genuinely when he sees the look in Thorin's eyes and wants to cackle giddily. "They're outward signs of what we know ourselves to be. I'm yours. You're mine. Always."
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Date: 2013-07-22 09:26 pm (UTC)Love. Oh, he loves. He loves, despite being forever stunted. That's why taking him over has been so easy. So devilishly easy.
"Bag End was never my home. I never felt there as I've felt with you. I've no reason to return, unless you are with me. The piercings, the braids, tea--" He has to smile at that. It's just very hard to smile genuinely when he sees the look in Thorin's eyes and wants to cackle giddily. "They're outward signs of what we know ourselves to be. I'm yours. You're mine. Always."