I am so sick, I can't even, and I desperately need to do my assignment but I can't concentrate on it so I've finished this instead - it took me much too long to write and if there are any terrible mistakes let me know.
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Thorin kissed his daughter on the head and tugged the blankets over her.
"Another story?" she asked and looked up at him with the wide, blue eyes that were so rare among his dwarves. "Please, Daddy."
Thorin smiled and shook his head. "Tomorrow, go to sleep and dream about gold and jewels."
"Goodnight, Lily," Bilbo's voice called out from the doorway.
"Hugs, Popa?" Liliana asked turning her eyes on Bilbo.
"One," Bilbo said hugging her tightly and then fixed her blankets and wrapped his arm through Thorin's elbow before they walked out of Lillian's room.
Thorin and Bilbo sat before the fire in their sitting room. They both ignored the noises coming from Liliana's room where she was chatting to the stuffed toys that Dís and her sons had gifted to the dwobbit when she had been born – she refused to sleep without them and often attempted to drag them around the mountain with her. In a few minutes her tiredness would catch up with her and she would be asleep as she always was.
"I made scones," Bilbo said tucking his feet up under himself and leaning into Thorin's side. The dwarf lifted his arm and slung it over Bilbo's shoulders to pull him closer.
"Then where are they?"
Bilbo laughed and kissed Thorin. "If you want them you will have to go into the kitchen and get them yourself."
Thorin groaned and pulled away.
"I'd love cup of tea too, please."
Thorin shook his head but Bilbo knew that he would come back with two cups of tea and the scones with thick cream and the berry jam that Dwalin was somewhat famous for making.
"I was speaking to Ori today," Bilbo said as they ate scones rather than dinner. "He and Dwalin are expecting a little dwarfling."
Thorin nodded; his head of security, and old friend, had beamed with pride when he had told Thorin about the baby they were expecting. The smiling had once been an unusual sight, and then he had met Ori and the smile was much more commonplace.
It had made Thorin think.
"Bilbo, would you like another dwobbit?"
Bilbo turned to him. "Are you sure?"
"Liliana is almost perfect," Thorin said and had to smile at the quiet noise that served as a reminder of all the ways that she was not entirely perfect. "Fine, but she is amazing and I would like to have another one."
"That sounds perfect," Bilbo said and stood to grab Thorin's hand and lead the king to their bed.
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