Notes: Originally posted on Jadedsilk's Tumblr.

Fan-Art: Jadedsilk drew / painted two beautiful pieces of Fan-Art for this little fic: Illustration Numero Uno and Illustration Numero Dos. Aren't they beautiful?

Beorn had not returned yet. Of course, that was because Beorn was off being a big scary magic bear along with hundreds of other big scary bears, and even the thought of them dancing in the moonlight was not enough to comfort Bilbo anymore. He was a respectable hobbit, and he still didn't much care for adventures. Especially very strange ones full of magic! (Although, the elves had been nice enough.)

The whole hiking and camping bit was still a nasty business! Even when he was staying inside of a cabin! It certainly wasn't his cozy hobbit hole, and he could be a little homesick if he so desired. Especially with giant bears outside. Always when there were giant bears outside.

It was as he was debating this, that there was a particularly loud growl and snuffle nearest the wall the halfling laid against. With a squeak of fright, Bilbo burrowed himself under, not only his own bedroll, but what he would later find out was Thorin Oakenshield's coat. Of course Thorin was not in it, as he was still awake, though the hour was highly improper, especially for royalty! Bilbo thought sourly, all the while still quaking in fear.

Himself? He had gone to bed at a decent hour, (Early, thank you!) while the dwarves stayed up drinking, eating and telling tales, and it was their singing that finally eased him into slumber despite his terror.

If he dreamed, he did not remember it.

The halfling had been woken once more by a noise outside, just as someone very stout, warm, and grouchy curled up on top of him accidentally.

Being that the hobbit had adventured with dwarves long enough, it wasn't that shocking to Bilbo to be laid on, grumbled at, or even wallowed on in his sleep, so he did not cry out. The feel of a strong body curled close for warmth and security was more than welcome on all nights. But Especially this night. Perhaps it was a bit of a guilty pleasure, too, though he'd never admit it.

The one holding him moved about to get comfortable, but despite it, Bilbo managed to drop back to slumber quickly enough. Even when an arm went protectively around his waist.

He slept on for a while longer, but soon enough a bear roared again. This time the sound was like the crash of a mountain collapsing, and Bilbo sat up with a shout of surprise. The arm around his waist sat up with him, and as the tiny hobbit tried to get away, panicked and still half asleep, a deep voice soothed him.

"Bilbo ... Bilbo! Burglar, it is all right!"

The hobbit froze at that quietly commanding tone, and turned slowly, glancing up, and up, until he found himself staring at the handsome face of an equally surprised Thorin Oakenshield. And then he turned away sharply, trying all the harder to struggle away. Of course, the dwarf would not let him free, and somewhere Bilbo thought he heard Kili and Fili chuckling sleepily at his embarrassment.

His cheeks were glowing pink when the dwarf prince pulled him back down to floor beside him, and combined both the hobbit's bedroll and his own coat to make as cozy a hiding place as he could.

"Thorin I ..." Bilbo whispered from beneath the blankets, trying to apologize.

"Sleep!" The dwarf prince commanded groggily.

"But I ..."

"Sleep!" Fili and Kili mocked, finishing the exclamation a second time, and right along with their uncle.

Thorin glowered over his shoulder to warn them to silence, but they had rolled to face each other, feigning sleeping forehead to forehead to avoid his wrath.

Bilbo was still shaking when Thorin turned back and began to stroke his hair and shoulders; but the fear wasn't so bad when he held him like this. It was also difficult to stay embarrassed when the petting was so pleasant.

When the burglar had calmed enough to go slack, Thorin turned him to face his chest, allowing the hobbit a closer refuge, which the halfling surprised himself by accepting.

Of course there were more frightening noises from outside, but Thorin's heartbeat and warm chest became a refuge in which even Bombur's snores could not find him. Even as Bilbo drifted off, he thought that, perhaps, Thorin had pressed a kiss to the top of his head, though he could not be certain of it as he went swiftly back to his dreams.

This time, they were of bears dancing in the moonlight, and it was not scary in the least. A grumpy and sleep deprived Thorin was much, much, much scarier.