"Thorin..." Bilbo said. "Your beard... Where is it?"
Thorin laughed, then let her wife run her hand along the now smooth skin. "I shaved it."
"I have got to be imagining this." She pulled her hand away. "You love your beard."
"I did, but I know that others made rude comments about me and you for it."
Bilbo frowned, her eyebrows wrinkling. "But Thorin, we never gave a damn about what others thought."
"I know." She smiled. "But if the rude comments will stop, that will be good. I moved to Bag End to make you happy and I will do anything to keep you happy. You aren't deserving of ridicule. Besides, for years I shaved away most of my beard out of grief. Now I have shaved all of it out of happiness. I know you think otherwise, but I am proud of myself for doing it."