Hey Guys welcome to my fic! Me and my friend BilbosBooty are writing this and she's writing Thorin's side to it! If you read both then you'll understand more! Love ya! Byeee
Erebor coffee.
Bilbo POV.
It looked like a really nice day today; maybe I should get some coffee from that new shop that just opened down the street. I grabbed my bag, slung it over my shoulder, shoved my glasses and left my apartment.
I'm Bilbo Baggins; I'm a student of folk lore at Mordor University and a member of the university council. I work at a local clothing range call 'The Shire' which I amazingly get student discount on and employee discount so I can get all of my novelty t-shirts for like 10% of the price. I lost my both of my parents when I was very young to a house fire and since then I've been brought up by various different family members.
The streets where bustling for an early Saturday morning, music played into my ears as I pushed my glasses up my nose. I bumped into someone and mumbled an apology as I gripped my bag harder. I was never good in busy areas; I always tended to have a slight panic attack. Finally I spotted the coffee shop just ahead. My heart raced as people rushed towards me. I grabbed the door handle of the shop and hurled my way in. A small bell above the door rang happily. I stood for a second to gather bearings and looked around.
It was a quaint little coffee shop, a couple of tables sat outside and another six tables sat around the edge of the room, at the back was the counter with a marbled brown top and an antique cash register sitting quiet happily next to the tip jar. I shifted my gaze to the guy behind the counter; he was wiping down the glossed surface with a slight frown on his face. The guy had his hair tied back in a messy pony tail; his face was well chiselled with rough facial hair lining his strong jaw. His eyes were deep set with dark rings under them. His t-shirt was tight over his broad chest and his arms looked strong, the batman insignia was somewhat stretched.
I tried to force my eyes away from his chest, his frown grew deeper as he noticed me staring.
"I'm not really batman you know" The guy at the counter said from across the room.
"Uhh….what?" I frowned, moving my eyes up to his. Forcing my feet to move from the stop I was still in from when I entered, venturing over the shiny counter I looked at the price list. Oh gods I can't even read half the things on this list! Panicking slightly I decided to go with my usual Starbucks order. "Double brewed, low fat vanilla Frappuccino, with two espresso shot, whipped cream topping, cherry sprinkles and a caramel swirl please!" Smiling happily to myself that I finally got it right.
The guy then turned to the price list frowning lightly, his mouth hung open as if to say 'what the hell is this guy on'.
"We sell coffee not ice cream!" Came a voice from behind a hatch in the wall. I jumped a little at the sudden noise.
"Well…we do sell ice cream. So you want a cold coffee with whipped cream and sprinkles yeah?" He asked me, I nodded quickly.
The dark haired man started to collect all the things for the coffee, pulling jars out and turning the coffee machine on. He was looking around rather hurriedly, pulling up a stool and looked in the overhead cupboards. I sat down at one of the tables near the counter, unpacking my bag of my books and my iPad and then I saw a flash of olive skin in the corner of my eye, turning slightly I saw that his shirt had risen up a tiny bit, showing as much skin that made my heart rate elevate. Dragging my eyes downwards to rest on his tight jeans, making his backside look nice and firm. I then spotted a name tag pinned to his barrister's apron; in rather fancy writing it said 'Thorin Oakenshield'
"Dwalin! Have you got the spray cream in there!?" Thorin called through to the kitchen.
"No, why in Durin's name would I have it!?" This mysterious Dwalin guy called back through. Thorin shook his head and jumped off the stool and disappeared into the kitchen.
Oh gods why was I staring at his backside…? It looked so firm and lovely and grabbable. I pushed away all the thoughts that began to cloud my mind and focused on my iPad, I tapped on my angry birds app and it sprang to life. I could live on this game forever, that is if I didn't get so violent whilst playing, I remember one time when I was Starbucks waiting for my coffee that I got really angry with the game that I shouted at the poor guy behind the counter, he looked truly terrified back then…
Thorin poked his head around the door frame, "Dwalin is just gunna pop out and get some spray cream because apparently there's no point in having any if no one orders some!" His voice began to rise as he shouted in the kitchen as muffled curses filled the air, I couldn't understand most of the curses they must've been a different language or something.
"Awwww what the fuck you stupid birds!" I unexpectedly shouted out at my iPad screen, Thorin looked back at me with wide eyes, his jaw dropped.
"Ahh man you on Angry birds? I know the feeling, but seriously you should hear Dwalin on Temple run" Thorin chuckled as he sat in front of me, butterflies filled my stomach as I finally got a better look at Thorin's face, the deep blue of his eyes hit me like a brick wall. Such a deep colour along with the dark rings under his eyes made him look more dramatic.
"So then, what's your name?" Thorin asked as he rested his chin on his hand, an eyebrow arched slightly as my face flushed.
"Bilbo Baggins at your service" I said in a sing song voice as I winked cheekily at him, chuckling lightly as a soft blush settle on his sharp cheeks. My eyes widened at the sight as I clicked off the angry birds app.
Thorin looked down at my books on the table, nudging some aside and his eyes widened. "So you go to MU?" He mused as he flicked through my note book.
I nodded quietly packing away my iPad, "Yup I'm a freshmen and I major in Folk Lore" I watched as he flicked through, then I noticed he stopped on the page where I'd badly written a Wincest fan fiction, blushing madly I pulled it out of his hands before he had chance to read it. "Haa...yeah that's my own work don't read it.." I chuckled nervously as I realised it was open on a really smutty part on the fic. Shoving the notepad back into my bag before anything else could fall out.
"No way! I did Folk Lore back in the day!" Thorin laughed happily, "Yeah I had Professor Gandalf back then and he was like the most eccentric loon anyone could ever meet!" I laughed softly, waiting for Thorin to continue. "You couldn't even walk into his classes without him questioning you"
"I have Professor Gandalf too!" I exclaimed, "He questions me all the time when I say good morning" I chuckled happily, I watched as he looked through my actual notes, watching his face change whenever he flipped the page then he frowned.
"Are you doing okay in class?" He asked, I stared at him in shock whilst his face was like stone. "I mean, I'm not being picky or anything but there're a few things in your notes that aren't exactly right…" he opened onto a page with my handwriting all over it. "Like here…when Ilύvatar found out that Aulë had created the Dwarves, he didn't smite them himself, Aulë was going to do it of his own accord to show his regret at angering his father." He quoted the Silmarillion "'Then Aulë took up a great hammer to smite the Dwarves; and he wept.' But in the end Ilύvatar saw Aulë's grief and that the Dwarves were scared and he spared them 'But Ilύvatar had compassion upon Aulë and his desire, because of his humility; and the Dwarves shrank from the hammer and were afraid, and bowed down their heads and begged for mercy.' And there's this bit here," he said as he pointed to another section on the lore of Dwarves. "When the Seven Fathers of Dwarves were laid to rest in stone by their maker, whom they called Mahal, to await the coming of the first born, you say they were all laid in pairs, but in fact Durin the Deathless was lain alone at Mount Gundabad." He looked up to me, his gaze filled with concern, "You know I could always give you a hand with your work if you like? I have got a degree in it after all, and it's not like I have much to do."
I knew I'd been doing crap in my work, but every time walks into the damn lecture hall I swear we all get high our something from that pipe he always has on him. I looked up at Thorin with big eyes, his own eyes where shining the softest of blues. "It would be amazing if you could tutor me." I blushed madly only just realized that I had blurted that out. Thorin grinned lightly and closed my note book.
The bell above the door rang happily as the big man, of whom they called Dwalin, barged into the shop with three to four plastic bags filled to the brim.
"Dwalin! I only asked for spray cream!" Thorin accused as he stood up, his pony tail swaying slightly as he moved over to his friend.
"There was a sale on so I took advantage you see!" Dwalin answered back, pushing past Thorin horridly, glaring at me in the process and making his way into the back.
Thorin turned to look back at me, a gentle smile rested on his lips as he continued to make my coffee, "He gets like that, he doesn't mean to be a grump all the time."
"I HEARD THAT RUKHSUL MENU!" Dwalin shouted through, Thorin jumped at the sound then we both broke into laughter, I had to grab my stomach to stop it from hurting as Thorin wiped tears from his eyes and tried to get up from the floor.
