Clarity of Vision, Chapter 25
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mithenTitle: Clarity of Vision, Chapter 25
Relationship: Thorin/Bilbo
Characters: Bilbo Baggins, Thorin, Kili, Fili, Balin, Dwalin
Fandom: Hobbit
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Rating: G
Word Count: 2100
Story Summary: In a Middle-Earth where Erebor never fell, a shadow remains in the heart of the Lonely Mountain. Bilbo Baggins finds himself drawn reluctantly into a quest that will lead him across the continent--from Bree to Lake Evendim to the icy North and beyond--with a party of five dwarves searching for an artifact that will cure the ailing King Thrór.
Chapter Summary: The Shire is introduced to Bilbo's "friends from the East," and it's unclear which of the two will never be the same again.
Bilbo pushed his plate away and sighed, patting his stomach. Honey and jam improved waybread immensely, in his opinion.
Dwalin was scraping a dribble of spilled jam off the table with a piece of bread, and Fíli was licking honey off his fingers. Balin was already curled up in a chair in front of the fire, reading a book of Shire history. The fire was burning nicely, though it guttered sometimes as gusts of stormy wind rattled down the chimney, and Bag End was at last cozy and comfortable.
"Fíli, Kíli. Wash the plates," said Thorin. "And no juggling," he added as they bounced to their feet.
"Yes, uncle," they chimed sadly.
Over the sounds of their quarreling over who would wash and who would dry, Bilbo slipped away and returned soon after with two bottles clasped in one hand and a corkscrew in the other. "As near as I can tell, it's the first day of Yule Week," he said, "And it's traditional to have a toast of red wine to welcome in the Yule." He uncorked the wine--the pop of the cork summoned Fíli and Kíli from the kitchen as if by magic--and poured it into six of his second-best glass goblets (no need to take foolish risks, after all).
"To the stars of Yule," he said solemnly as they lifted their glasses, "And to good food and better friends, to comfort and safety."
They clinked glasses and drank deeply.
"I must say, it's good to be home," Bilbo said as he refilled their glasses. "And to--"
The door burst open and a snow-covered figure stood there, brandishing twin daggers. "Halt and declare yourself, strangers, in the name of the Bounders!" The hobbit on the doorstep blinked as she spotted Bilbo, and her aggressive glare melted into confusion. "Mr. Baggins, is that you?"
"Why, Portula!" Bilbo beamed at the unexpected visitor. "How nice to see you. Though my home doesn't need defending, thank you very much." He bustled up and ushered her in, closing the door behind her against the blizzard. "Would you like a glass of wine, my dear? Patrolling in such weather must be chilly work."
"I saw smoke from your chimney and I thought--but where in the world have you been, Mr. Baggins?" The Bounder was sneaking curious glances at the dwarves, her eyes wide.
"I've been--well, I've been here and there," Bilbo said, laughing as he pushed a glass into her hand. "Out and about, you know."
"We were worried you were dead!" Portula drained the glass and coughed. "The Sackville-Bagginses, they--"
"Oh dear, let's not talk about such horrid topics during Yule," sighed Bilbo. "Let me make introductions instead. Portula Pott, let me introduce you to Thorin, Balin, Dwalin, Fíli and Kíli."
Five deep bows and a chorused "At your service" left Portula blushing and flustered, but smiling. "Nay, I'll hear all of your tale another time," she said as Bilbo moved to refill her glass. "I must get back to patrol--and tell people of your return!" From her grin, she was relishing the idea of seeing peoples' reactions to the news of these strange visitors.
"Everyone will know by tomorrow morning," said Bilbo as he turned back to his guests. "Shire gossip is the most efficient message-delivery system in Middle Earth."
"Any more of this?" Dwalin lifted the second bottle, now empty, and Bilbo scurried to get two more bottles from the cellar.
Soon enough they were all feeling quite relaxed and warm; Kíli had insisted on wearing a doily like a hat over Bilbo's protests, but on the whole destruction of personal property was at a minimum.
"I suppose we should get some sleep," Bilbo said, rising and blinking as he discovered the room was a bit wobbly. "Let's see...we can put Balin and Dwalin in the guest room, and Fíli and Kíli in the spare room, and…"
"Is this your room?" Fíli hollered from that direction. "It's nice and big. We'll just drop Uncle Thorin's things off there, he can sleep on the floor."
"Well now, I don't think--" Bilbo hurried into his room to discover Thorin's bedroll already laid out neatly on his floor. He blinked at it.
"I shall sleep in the library," said Thorin from behind him.
"Don't be silly," Bilbo said. He was warm and sleepy and he hadn't slept in his own bed for a quarter of a year, and he didn't feel like wasting time discussing sleeping arrangements. "You snore the least of all your party and he's right, there's more than enough room here." He gingerly lifted the coverlet, relieved to discover no mice had moved in for the winter, and stripped to his underclothes. He could hear Thorin undressing behind him and felt his face heating with more than wine--Don't be ridiculous, Baggins! he told himself sternly. You slept right next to each other for months on the road! Which was true, but somehow it was different having Thorin in his home, in his bedroom--
"Maybe I'll be able to show you around Hobbiton tomorrow," he said sleepily to take his mind off it. "I think things are clearing up."
"You may be right," Thorin said. His voice had that thoughtful, musing tone that said his mind was elsewhere, but it didn't sound ominous the way it had those long, terrible days going down the Anduin. It sounded warm, comfortable. Bilbo would have said it sounded happy, except he realized he had no idea what a happy Thorin would sound like.
He fell asleep still wondering.
The hobbit behind the counter blinked as his grocery door banged open to admit six snow-covered figures. "Willy!" cried Bilbo. "I'm surprised you're open already after that storm."
"Why, Bilbo! I heard you was back in town," the grocer said said. "And that you brought company." He eyed them with curiosity that stopped shy of hostile but quite a ways from friendly.
"Yes, yes. Everyone, this is Wilibald Bolger. He's my second cousin's husband. Willy, these are my friends from the East." He introduced the dwarves in turn, who bowed politely.
"Well now, well now," said Wilibald. "Can I be helping you?"
"I would like your viola tea," said Thorin.
"Certainly, sir. Shire specialty, that is." He turned to reach for a package on a high shelf. "How much would you like?"
"All of it," said Thorin.
As the flabbergasted Wilibald filled their bags full of packages of tea, Bilbo asked when the roads east might be open again.
"After that storm? Shirriff Stonecrow says it'll be a week or more until the roads are passable again."
A muffled whoop of delight came from Kíli's direction, but he quickly turned back to his contemplation of a sack of potatoes when Thorin shot him a glance.
They left the grocer's with their bags full and stepped back out into the dazzling cold, sun sparkling off the white drifts. Bilbo floundered through the snow for a while, then gave up and let Dwalin break a path before him, plowing like a ship through deep water.
"--and I got cider for wassail, and some pine boughs to hang on the door and let everyone know we're home and celebrating," he was chattering. "It's far too late to get a proper Yule log, of course, but at least we'll have a hot drink for any carolers who come by."
He showed them around Hobbiton: the town hall, the mill, the stables. The tidy little forge next to the stables caught Thorin's undivided interest, and he insisted on being shown all the tools and equipment available, oblivious to the rest of his party getting involved in a spirited snowball fight outside.
"Small, but satisfactory," he declared as he rejoined them.
"Glad you approve," gasped a winded Bilbo, taking the opportunity to hide behind him. His cheeks were bright red in the icy cold and there was snow caught in his hair.
"Bilbo Baggins!" called a white-haired hobbit in a lavender dress from a doorway. "Come over here, child, and let me see you!"
"Aunt Linda!" Bilbo flailed through the snow to her house, and the other dwarves fell in behind him. "Everyone, this is my aunt, Linda Bolger."
"Bolger?" said Balin politely, "you must be related to the grocer, then."
She cast her eyes up, thinking. "I suppose I am! Yes, yes, Willy is my dear departed husband's second cousin's son." She chuckled, smiling at Balin. "I'm sure you'll never be able to keep us all straight, Master Dwarf."
Balin smiled back and bowed so low his beard dipped into the snow. "I am unlikely to forget a young lady as charming as yourself," he said.
"Oh my!" said the Widow Bolger, who was eighty if she was a day, and turned bright pink. "Well, Bilbo, I had heard you had some odd guests, but they seem quite lovely to me," she said.
Fíli chose this moment to dump a handful of snow down Kíli's back, but Aunt Linda seemed inclined to ignore the pair of dwarves wrestling in a snowbank. Dwalin teased Balin all through the rest of the tour, but Balin only grinned.
Back in Bag End, Bilbo unpacked his bag--"Potatoes, mutton, carrots, milk, some nice sheep's cheese, butter--oh, we'll have cottage pie tonight!"--and directed Fíli and Kíli to pin the pine boughs to the front door with a red ribbon. "Balin, Dwalin, if you would put these dried lavender sachets in the closets and drawers"--they sniffed them dubiously--"it will make everything smell less musty."
He was singing under his breath as everyone left on their errands, something about ships and stars, and Thorin felt suddenly raw-boned and awkward in the tidy little kitchen. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Just keep me company," said Bilbo. "And peel some potatoes, I suppose."
Thorin applied himself to the peeling of potatoes with intense concentration. He remembered the dubious looks of the grocer, the nervous stablemaster, and felt a sudden frustrated anger rise in him. What had he been thinking? The Shire was no place for dwarves, and having them as guests would only harm Bilbo's standing in this insular, cozy world. They should leave as soon as possible, no matter what the condition of the roads--Bilbo wouldn't want to travel with them anymore, not now that he was home again, where it was warm and safe and comfortable--
His dark mood was broken by Kíli bursting into the kitchen, brandishing a handful of papers. "Letters for you, Bilbo," he announced.
Bilbo broke the seal on the first one and blinked at the contents. "Well, bless my soul," he said blankly.
Thorin couldn't resist: he peeked over Bilbo's shoulder at the letter, written in rich brown ink on thick white paper.
My dear Mr. Baggins, said the graceful handwriting, Please forgive my oversight in not sending you an invitation to the Took Yule Ball, but your extended absence led me into a lapse of etiquette. We would greatly enjoy your company here at the Great Smials, and wish to extend an invitation to your guests as well. Mrs. Linda Bolger has vouched for their character, and if my favorite grammar-school teacher approves of them, I am certain they shall be a delightful addition to the festivities.
Yours most sincerely,
Citrine Took
"The Yule Ball in Tookland is one of the biggest social events of the year," Bilbo said. "And we're all invited!" He grabbed up another letter. "And this is an invitation to Brandybuck Hall for an evening of games, and this is Jago Boffin telling me of a skating party in Bywater--" He looked up at Thorin, his face shining. "Well now, you dwarves seem to be quite popular! This is shaping up to be the most festive Yule ever around here," he chuckled. Then his expression shifted without transition to panic so stark that Thorin jumped to his feet. "Oh dear, you have no waistcoats! We must get you to the tailor--right away, right away, no time to lose! You need waistcoats and braces and maybe a nice cravat--" He was bustling them out of Bag End, shooing them like startled chickens out the door, and Thorin realized that the moment to slip quietly away from the Shire had passed irrevocably. Like it or not, they were here for Yule Week and the Star Festival; like it or not, they were part of Bilbo's life here for now.
As Bilbo herded them toward the tailor's shop, babbling of ascots and cuffs and collars, Thorin couldn't help but realize that he liked the idea much more than he had ever expected to.
Relationship: Thorin/Bilbo
Characters: Bilbo Baggins, Thorin, Kili, Fili, Balin, Dwalin
Fandom: Hobbit
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Rating: G
Word Count: 2100
Story Summary: In a Middle-Earth where Erebor never fell, a shadow remains in the heart of the Lonely Mountain. Bilbo Baggins finds himself drawn reluctantly into a quest that will lead him across the continent--from Bree to Lake Evendim to the icy North and beyond--with a party of five dwarves searching for an artifact that will cure the ailing King Thrór.
Chapter Summary: The Shire is introduced to Bilbo's "friends from the East," and it's unclear which of the two will never be the same again.
Bilbo pushed his plate away and sighed, patting his stomach. Honey and jam improved waybread immensely, in his opinion.
Dwalin was scraping a dribble of spilled jam off the table with a piece of bread, and Fíli was licking honey off his fingers. Balin was already curled up in a chair in front of the fire, reading a book of Shire history. The fire was burning nicely, though it guttered sometimes as gusts of stormy wind rattled down the chimney, and Bag End was at last cozy and comfortable.
"Fíli, Kíli. Wash the plates," said Thorin. "And no juggling," he added as they bounced to their feet.
"Yes, uncle," they chimed sadly.
Over the sounds of their quarreling over who would wash and who would dry, Bilbo slipped away and returned soon after with two bottles clasped in one hand and a corkscrew in the other. "As near as I can tell, it's the first day of Yule Week," he said, "And it's traditional to have a toast of red wine to welcome in the Yule." He uncorked the wine--the pop of the cork summoned Fíli and Kíli from the kitchen as if by magic--and poured it into six of his second-best glass goblets (no need to take foolish risks, after all).
"To the stars of Yule," he said solemnly as they lifted their glasses, "And to good food and better friends, to comfort and safety."
They clinked glasses and drank deeply.
"I must say, it's good to be home," Bilbo said as he refilled their glasses. "And to--"
The door burst open and a snow-covered figure stood there, brandishing twin daggers. "Halt and declare yourself, strangers, in the name of the Bounders!" The hobbit on the doorstep blinked as she spotted Bilbo, and her aggressive glare melted into confusion. "Mr. Baggins, is that you?"
"Why, Portula!" Bilbo beamed at the unexpected visitor. "How nice to see you. Though my home doesn't need defending, thank you very much." He bustled up and ushered her in, closing the door behind her against the blizzard. "Would you like a glass of wine, my dear? Patrolling in such weather must be chilly work."
"I saw smoke from your chimney and I thought--but where in the world have you been, Mr. Baggins?" The Bounder was sneaking curious glances at the dwarves, her eyes wide.
"I've been--well, I've been here and there," Bilbo said, laughing as he pushed a glass into her hand. "Out and about, you know."
"We were worried you were dead!" Portula drained the glass and coughed. "The Sackville-Bagginses, they--"
"Oh dear, let's not talk about such horrid topics during Yule," sighed Bilbo. "Let me make introductions instead. Portula Pott, let me introduce you to Thorin, Balin, Dwalin, Fíli and Kíli."
Five deep bows and a chorused "At your service" left Portula blushing and flustered, but smiling. "Nay, I'll hear all of your tale another time," she said as Bilbo moved to refill her glass. "I must get back to patrol--and tell people of your return!" From her grin, she was relishing the idea of seeing peoples' reactions to the news of these strange visitors.
"Everyone will know by tomorrow morning," said Bilbo as he turned back to his guests. "Shire gossip is the most efficient message-delivery system in Middle Earth."
"Any more of this?" Dwalin lifted the second bottle, now empty, and Bilbo scurried to get two more bottles from the cellar.
Soon enough they were all feeling quite relaxed and warm; Kíli had insisted on wearing a doily like a hat over Bilbo's protests, but on the whole destruction of personal property was at a minimum.
"I suppose we should get some sleep," Bilbo said, rising and blinking as he discovered the room was a bit wobbly. "Let's see...we can put Balin and Dwalin in the guest room, and Fíli and Kíli in the spare room, and…"
"Is this your room?" Fíli hollered from that direction. "It's nice and big. We'll just drop Uncle Thorin's things off there, he can sleep on the floor."
"Well now, I don't think--" Bilbo hurried into his room to discover Thorin's bedroll already laid out neatly on his floor. He blinked at it.
"I shall sleep in the library," said Thorin from behind him.
"Don't be silly," Bilbo said. He was warm and sleepy and he hadn't slept in his own bed for a quarter of a year, and he didn't feel like wasting time discussing sleeping arrangements. "You snore the least of all your party and he's right, there's more than enough room here." He gingerly lifted the coverlet, relieved to discover no mice had moved in for the winter, and stripped to his underclothes. He could hear Thorin undressing behind him and felt his face heating with more than wine--Don't be ridiculous, Baggins! he told himself sternly. You slept right next to each other for months on the road! Which was true, but somehow it was different having Thorin in his home, in his bedroom--
"Maybe I'll be able to show you around Hobbiton tomorrow," he said sleepily to take his mind off it. "I think things are clearing up."
"You may be right," Thorin said. His voice had that thoughtful, musing tone that said his mind was elsewhere, but it didn't sound ominous the way it had those long, terrible days going down the Anduin. It sounded warm, comfortable. Bilbo would have said it sounded happy, except he realized he had no idea what a happy Thorin would sound like.
He fell asleep still wondering.
The hobbit behind the counter blinked as his grocery door banged open to admit six snow-covered figures. "Willy!" cried Bilbo. "I'm surprised you're open already after that storm."
"Why, Bilbo! I heard you was back in town," the grocer said said. "And that you brought company." He eyed them with curiosity that stopped shy of hostile but quite a ways from friendly.
"Yes, yes. Everyone, this is Wilibald Bolger. He's my second cousin's husband. Willy, these are my friends from the East." He introduced the dwarves in turn, who bowed politely.
"Well now, well now," said Wilibald. "Can I be helping you?"
"I would like your viola tea," said Thorin.
"Certainly, sir. Shire specialty, that is." He turned to reach for a package on a high shelf. "How much would you like?"
"All of it," said Thorin.
As the flabbergasted Wilibald filled their bags full of packages of tea, Bilbo asked when the roads east might be open again.
"After that storm? Shirriff Stonecrow says it'll be a week or more until the roads are passable again."
A muffled whoop of delight came from Kíli's direction, but he quickly turned back to his contemplation of a sack of potatoes when Thorin shot him a glance.
They left the grocer's with their bags full and stepped back out into the dazzling cold, sun sparkling off the white drifts. Bilbo floundered through the snow for a while, then gave up and let Dwalin break a path before him, plowing like a ship through deep water.
"--and I got cider for wassail, and some pine boughs to hang on the door and let everyone know we're home and celebrating," he was chattering. "It's far too late to get a proper Yule log, of course, but at least we'll have a hot drink for any carolers who come by."
He showed them around Hobbiton: the town hall, the mill, the stables. The tidy little forge next to the stables caught Thorin's undivided interest, and he insisted on being shown all the tools and equipment available, oblivious to the rest of his party getting involved in a spirited snowball fight outside.
"Small, but satisfactory," he declared as he rejoined them.
"Glad you approve," gasped a winded Bilbo, taking the opportunity to hide behind him. His cheeks were bright red in the icy cold and there was snow caught in his hair.
"Bilbo Baggins!" called a white-haired hobbit in a lavender dress from a doorway. "Come over here, child, and let me see you!"
"Aunt Linda!" Bilbo flailed through the snow to her house, and the other dwarves fell in behind him. "Everyone, this is my aunt, Linda Bolger."
"Bolger?" said Balin politely, "you must be related to the grocer, then."
She cast her eyes up, thinking. "I suppose I am! Yes, yes, Willy is my dear departed husband's second cousin's son." She chuckled, smiling at Balin. "I'm sure you'll never be able to keep us all straight, Master Dwarf."
Balin smiled back and bowed so low his beard dipped into the snow. "I am unlikely to forget a young lady as charming as yourself," he said.
"Oh my!" said the Widow Bolger, who was eighty if she was a day, and turned bright pink. "Well, Bilbo, I had heard you had some odd guests, but they seem quite lovely to me," she said.
Fíli chose this moment to dump a handful of snow down Kíli's back, but Aunt Linda seemed inclined to ignore the pair of dwarves wrestling in a snowbank. Dwalin teased Balin all through the rest of the tour, but Balin only grinned.
Back in Bag End, Bilbo unpacked his bag--"Potatoes, mutton, carrots, milk, some nice sheep's cheese, butter--oh, we'll have cottage pie tonight!"--and directed Fíli and Kíli to pin the pine boughs to the front door with a red ribbon. "Balin, Dwalin, if you would put these dried lavender sachets in the closets and drawers"--they sniffed them dubiously--"it will make everything smell less musty."
He was singing under his breath as everyone left on their errands, something about ships and stars, and Thorin felt suddenly raw-boned and awkward in the tidy little kitchen. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Just keep me company," said Bilbo. "And peel some potatoes, I suppose."
Thorin applied himself to the peeling of potatoes with intense concentration. He remembered the dubious looks of the grocer, the nervous stablemaster, and felt a sudden frustrated anger rise in him. What had he been thinking? The Shire was no place for dwarves, and having them as guests would only harm Bilbo's standing in this insular, cozy world. They should leave as soon as possible, no matter what the condition of the roads--Bilbo wouldn't want to travel with them anymore, not now that he was home again, where it was warm and safe and comfortable--
His dark mood was broken by Kíli bursting into the kitchen, brandishing a handful of papers. "Letters for you, Bilbo," he announced.
Bilbo broke the seal on the first one and blinked at the contents. "Well, bless my soul," he said blankly.
Thorin couldn't resist: he peeked over Bilbo's shoulder at the letter, written in rich brown ink on thick white paper.
My dear Mr. Baggins, said the graceful handwriting, Please forgive my oversight in not sending you an invitation to the Took Yule Ball, but your extended absence led me into a lapse of etiquette. We would greatly enjoy your company here at the Great Smials, and wish to extend an invitation to your guests as well. Mrs. Linda Bolger has vouched for their character, and if my favorite grammar-school teacher approves of them, I am certain they shall be a delightful addition to the festivities.
Yours most sincerely,
Citrine Took
"The Yule Ball in Tookland is one of the biggest social events of the year," Bilbo said. "And we're all invited!" He grabbed up another letter. "And this is an invitation to Brandybuck Hall for an evening of games, and this is Jago Boffin telling me of a skating party in Bywater--" He looked up at Thorin, his face shining. "Well now, you dwarves seem to be quite popular! This is shaping up to be the most festive Yule ever around here," he chuckled. Then his expression shifted without transition to panic so stark that Thorin jumped to his feet. "Oh dear, you have no waistcoats! We must get you to the tailor--right away, right away, no time to lose! You need waistcoats and braces and maybe a nice cravat--" He was bustling them out of Bag End, shooing them like startled chickens out the door, and Thorin realized that the moment to slip quietly away from the Shire had passed irrevocably. Like it or not, they were here for Yule Week and the Star Festival; like it or not, they were part of Bilbo's life here for now.
As Bilbo herded them toward the tailor's shop, babbling of ascots and cuffs and collars, Thorin couldn't help but realize that he liked the idea much more than he had ever expected to.
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Date: 2013-12-14 07:22 pm (UTC)LOL! Very sensible Bilbo, you did learn your lessons
"And to good food and better friends, to comfort and safety."
The perfect Hobbity toast!
"Halt and declare yourself, strangers, in the name of the Bounders!" The hobbit on the doorstep blinked as she spotted Bilbo, and her aggressive glare melted into confusion. "Mr. Baggins, is that you?"
OMG, I never would have suspected! You surprise me immensely!
Hobbit patrols. Hobbit patrols! I can't wrap my head around it!
but where in the world have you been, Mr. Baggins?"
Oh so she didn't see the dwarves! I thought she had come because she saw them. Aha!
"Everyone will know by tomorrow morning,"
YAY! Let the festivities of hobbit dwarf relations begin!
"Shire gossip is the most efficient message-delivery system in Middle Earth."
ICON MATERIAL
Kíli had insisted on wearing a doily like a hat over Bilbo's protests
Oh. Oh ösdkjfbaskldjfh LOL
and Fíli and Kíli in the spare room, and…"
And... oh dear. Do we have another room left for Thorin? Why yes. It's not proper under normal circumstances, but these aren't normal circumstances and... *wrings hands* Thorin will have to sleep in Bilbo's room. Won't he? WON'T HE???????!!!!!!
"It's nice and big. We'll just drop Uncle Thorin's things off there, he can sleep on the floor."
THANK YOU VERY MUCH FÍLI!
"I shall sleep in the library," said Thorin from behind him.
Ooooooooh, hmmmmmm. That would also work. Late night reading with glasses and Bilbo checking if everything is alright and then sneaky shenanigans.
and stripped to his underclothes. He could hear Thorin undressing behind him and felt his face heating with more than wine--
UNF.
You slept right next to each other for months on the road!
HEHE, but it's different now, isn't it?
Thorin in his home, in his bedroom--
GIMME GIMME GIMME!
except he realized he had no idea what a happy Thorin would sound like.
*sadface* But that will soon change, oh yes my precious, it will.
**
"All of it," said Thorin.
LOL!!!!
it'll be a week or more until the roads are passable again
YAY *throws confetti *
A muffled whoop of delight came from Kíli's direction,
And Kíli shares my opinion, we are so glad my precious.
"Well, Bilbo, I had heard you had some odd guests, but they seem quite lovely to me," she said.
Oh, Balin the charmer. That was unexpected. Lovely!
He was singing under his breath as everyone left on their errands
Oh happy Bilbo is so cute!
Thorin felt suddenly raw-boned and awkward in the tidy little kitchen. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Just keep me company," said Bilbo. "And peel some potatoes, I suppose."
Thorin applied himself to the peeling of potatoes with intense concentration.
slDHKJFASDLKJH *SMOOSHES THE HELL OUT OF THORIN*
He remembered the dubious looks of the grocer, the nervous stablemaster, and felt a sudden frustrated anger rise in him.
Oh NOES! Silly Thorin, don't you see? Bilbo doesn't care!!
Took Yule Ball,
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANCING!!!!!!!
This is shaping up to be the most festive Yule ever around here,
EVERYONE WANTS A PIECE OF THEM DWARVES. Fact.
"Oh dear, you have no waistcoats! We must get you to the tailor--right away, right away, no time to lose!
ladkjhgafl Let the hobbitification process begin!
Thorin couldn't help but realize that he liked the idea much more than he had ever expected to.
SILLY THORIN.
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What an excellent chapter! Can't wait for the next one. (and for the movie, argh! I'll probably see it on the 19th/20th).
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Date: 2013-12-15 05:46 am (UTC)They are, in fact, canon! :D They're only mentioned briefly, but the Bounders go around checking for trouble. They...don't have much to do right now in canon...
YAY! Let the festivities of hobbit dwarf relations begin!
I love the idea of the hobbits actually being rather charmed by the dwarves (if they are on their bestest behavior, which they mostly are!)
And... oh dear. Do we have another room left for Thorin? Why yes. It's not proper under normal circumstances, but these aren't normal circumstances and... *wrings hands* Thorin will have to sleep in Bilbo's room. Won't he? WON'T HE???????!!!!!!
Of course he does! OF COURSE. They're both pretty happy about this arrangement...
Oh, Balin the charmer. That was unexpected. Lovely!
My mental Balin was like "Oh, let me show you my moves with the ladies." :D A courtly dwarf is a wonderful thing!
slDHKJFASDLKJH *SMOOSHES THE HELL OUT OF THORIN*
I'm kind of imagining Thorin being all *PEEL PEEL PEEL PEEL*
Oh NOES! Silly Thorin, don't you see? Bilbo doesn't care!!
Oh man, he sooooo doesn't care. He's just having a lot of fun and rather enjoying scandalizing everyone a bit!
ladkjhgafl Let the hobbitification process begin!
Oh man, I had way too much fun with that, and you were quite quite inspiring, I have to say. :D CRAVATS FOR ALL.
I can't see the movie until the 18th, so we shall suffer together! I've stepped off of Tumblr and Twitter entirely and am focusing on writing and trying to stay caught up with comments... :)