the hobbit · lord of the rings · bilbo baggins · thorin oakenshield · mutual crush · slow burn romance · fantasy · third party observer · unrequited love · middle-earth
Sunlight dappled the forest floor as Bilbo and Thorin walked in tense silence. Unseen by them, a shadow watched from the trees. Bilbo’s face flushed crimson; he stammered, eyes darting away, "So... Thorin... how are you?" Thorin’s gaze softened, a rare warmth breaking through his stoic mask. "Why do you ask, Hobbit? Though I guess I'm doing good," he replied, unaware of the eyes upon them.