Everything was back to normal, well almost normal. Bilbo Baggins sat at his writing desk. Slowly, he dipped his pen into the ink bottle and wrote a few sentences, trying to find the right title:

 A Hobbit's Adventure

King Under the Mountain

The Hobbit And Company

There and Back Again: A Hobbit's Tale

Yes it was perfect. Simply, not giving anything away. He continued to write the third chapter, pausing to get the right words. Until a door knock.

"No one's home!" Bilbo shouted.

"I highly doubt that, Master Burglar." A heavy, deep, familiar voice was heard, "and I suppose that I could come in." Bilbo shuffled to the door, and he opened it with a grand smile. Thorin Oakenshield stood there— in all of his glory. He faced towards a tree— an oak tree. He twitched a small small, "I see you planted your tree."

"Yes, yes I did." Bilbo said with a small chuckle, "And what do I owe the honor of Thorin Oakenshield on my doorsteps?"

The dwarf stepped closer to Bilbo, his mouth to Bilbo's ear. The Hobbit let out a shaky breath and a bright flush of red came to his face.

"I wanted to visit an old friend." The King Under the Mountain said roughly.

Bilbo lifted his head to meet the dwarf's livid eyes. Steadily, the dwarf brought his hands to Bilbo's cheeks, tilting his head down slightly to be level with Bilbo. Thorin moves his lips towards the halfling's own. And with no doubt boiling inside the King, he kissed the burglar. His side of the kiss was daring, heartfelt, possessive. Bilbo's side of soft, tender, adventurous.

Bilbo didn't have a care in the world. He didn't notice Lobelia Sackville-Baggins passing by and gawking at her discovery. She quickly dropped her belongings and ran to the market. She told everyone to follow her. And they did. And the hobbits were in shock to see Bilbo Baggins kissing away at a— What was it? Not a man. Not a Hobbit either. What was Bilbo kissing?

Bilbo and Thorin broke away to breath and touch their foreheads against one another. Bilbo's eyes darted to the crowd, and he tapped Thorin's shoulder— a sign for him to turn around. Oakenshield reluctantly turned around, ready to face off against a million Orcs at once for his Baggins. He was greeted by a small army of Hobbits. The hobbits all whispered to one another.

"That's why Bilbo Baggins hasn't talked to a woman yet.", "When was this?" "What's going on?", "Bilbo Baggins has gone mad.", "Who is that?"

"I will answer your questions!" Thorin stepped towards the stairs. He felt angry with how nosy these Shire dwellers were, how they insulted the love of his life, and how they didn't know of who he was. Bilbo tired to grab his companion's arm to stop him, but Oakenshield ripped away from his grip, "I am Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thráin, son of Thrór, King Under the Mountain. Master Baggins has not gone mad, but I have once." The king said confidently while glancing, knowingly, at his Hobbit from Bag-End, "And I'm curious on why you do not know of me."

The Shire glanced nervously at one another. Muttering things like: "King under the mountain?", "I'm confused.", And forms of "What is he?"

"I am a dwarf. The dwarf king." Thorin announced and turned his back, his hand on the door, "and if anyone is interested of who I am," He closes the door slightly before threatening all of Shire, "Then ask me later." He shut the circular door.

"I- I don't see how that was necessary." Bilbo walked with the king.

Thorin stopped abruptly, "It was for you." And the two walked into the kitchen for some red wine.