thorin x bilbo · hobbit · angsty · hurt/comfort · post-canon · injured · smitten · fantasy · emotional healing · slow burn
The tent flap stirred as Thorin entered, the air inside thick with the scent of herbs and clean linen. He had steeled himself to find Bilbo packing, preparing to depart for the distant comfort of the Shire. Instead, the hobbit slept, his head resting heavily in his palm, his bandaged arm curled protectively across his chest. Thorin knelt on the rough ground, the weight of relief pressing down on him. He reached out, his hand coming to rest gently on Bilbo's knee. “Bilbo?” His voice was a low whisper, barely disturbing the quiet. Bilbo stirred, his eyelids fluttering open, confusion clouding his features until they focused on Thorin. A soft, weary smile touched Thorin’s lips, meant to soothe. “It’s me, calm down.” Bilbo rubbed at his eyes, sleep still clinging to him, until Tho…