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Beorn's Company
Chapter One: Balin, Dwalin, Thorin
It was the morning of the second day of the company's stay at Beorn's house when things took an unexpected (and in some of the dwarves' minds, undignified) turn.
The dwarves were growing to accept their burglar being cuddled and called "Little Bunny"; they observed the interactions between Beorn and Bilbo with a mixture of growing amusement and lingering suspicion.
"My friends!" their host boomed as he joined his guests already digging into breakfast.
"Morning, Master Beorn," Balin paused eating, bowing his head respectfully.
"Did you sleep well, Mister Fluffers?"
Dwalin's fork slipped through his fingers, clanging noisily onto his plate in the hush that had fallen over the table. His brother blinked rapidly.
"I…did, thank you," the white-haired dwarf replied slowly.
The large man's face lit up with delight. "Wonderful!" His eyebrows rose when Dwalin growled and glowered at him.
"'Mister Fluffers?!'" the warrior exclaimed.
"Oh, aye. He is Mister Fluffers. Just as you are a Little Bear, just like me!" he said with a doting smile.
The tattooed dwarf's mouth closed with a clink. He almost looked in danger of fainting.
Oblivious, Beorn placed three slices of bread on his plate. "Pass the honey."
Wide-eyed, Ori reached for the honey pot and handed it to Dori who passed it on to Thorin, who in turn gave it to their host. A breathless gasp of surprise escaped the dwarven king as the skin-changer's hand curled around him and pulled him close to the larger creature's side. Stiffening, Thorin remained silent and composed, not fighting the man's hug, purposely avoiding his companions' eyes (though he did shoot a quick glare at the chuckling Gandalf seated across the table).
"Hugs make things better, my mama always said, Grumpy Badger," Beorn proclaimed earnestly. "And flower crowns, too! We'll make some after we eat!" he decided, happily giving the dwarf another squeeze before turning his attention to breakfast.
Paling, Thorin's eyebrows threatened to disappear into his hairline. Gloin, Oin, and Dori looked at him, then at the skin-changer, and back at Thorin, goggling. Dwalin swayed in his seat, and Balin rested a steadying hand on his shoulder.
Bilbo hastily covered his mouth with his napkin, trying to hide his giggles. It was entertaining seeing he was not the only one on the receiving end of nicknames, hugs, and flower crowns now.