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Pieces of Family
It is time.
The thought had brushed Bilbo Baggins's mind earlier as he'd taken his daily walk of fresh air and sunshine in the shadow of the mountain; the chilly wind had turned the tips of his ears blue and made him draw his fur cloak more tightly around his body. He'd grumbled half-heatedly about not being a teddy bear, thank you very much, when he'd been tucked into a solid warm side, kept in place for the remainder of the walk by a strong arm. Yet in the end the hobbit could not complain as it provided him the opportunity to pinch three of the dwarf's knuckledusters. (Bilbo would be hard pressed to explain exactly how and why Dwalin ended up always accompanying him on his afternoon walks.)
And now the thought returned to the small creature as he sat back and peered critically at the nest he'd made under the bed of an unused chamber. Since this was the first time he had to start from scratch instead of simply burrowing in his comfortable, familiar bed in Bag End, Bilbo was pleased with how his work turned out.
The pillows were his own, as well as the bathrobe. The two blankets Bilbo had sneaked from Oin's and Nori's rooms. Surrounding the bedding, like an odd sort of nest, was Ori's slingshot, several of Dori's knitted hats, Bombur's frying pan, Bifur's tunic, Balin's spectacles, Gloin's cloak, Bofur's gloves, Thorin's pipe, Kili's sketches of Bilbo and the company, some of Fili's socks, and of course Dwalin's knuckledusters. .
Yawning widely and rubbing his eyes, the Halfling carefully crawled under the bed and into his den. Sighing deeply, he smiled softly as he got settled in. Aye, he was comfortable and cozy enough. But it was the sights and smells of the assorted items around him that filled him with warmth and contentment. He did not feel so lonely with the reminders of his new home and family. They would keep him company during his long sleep until he returned to the dwarves.
"Until spring," Bilbo murmured before sleep claimed him.