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Mirk was hunched over the pale colored desk with an open book in front of him. Scattering of books surround him around the long desk with their pages opened on varies of subjects. Three rows of books, the same height as the men, laid next to his feet in a small organized triangle. Above him was a singular silvery white burning orb that flickered as if wind had pass through the room. His eyes narrowed as he read the passage before him with his lips sounding the old written words to an audience that wasn't there
This was how Bilbo and Ori had found him when they had walked into the library. The two looked between each other as they stood behind the unaware human. Bilbo was the first to open his mouth, but didn't. Ori was next to try to say something, but Bilbo had covered his mouth with his own smaller hand.
"Shh." Bilbo breathe out with a finger in front of his lips. He watched as Ori nod his head in understanding before taking his hand off the dwarf's mouth.
"What are we going to do? Thorin wants both check ups done at the same time." Ori whispered softly, but still loud enough so that the hobbit could hear him.
"I don't want to interrupt him." Bilbo confessed with his gaze upon the stiff back of the man.
"You already have when you stepped inside the room, Bilbo Baggins." A voice also whispered with gruffness as if it hadn't been used just yet. Hobbit and dwarf jumped with wide eyes towards the tall human. Mirk smiled down at them.
"How may I help you?" He asked once they calmed down. He didn't flinched when Bilbo glared at him. "Your mother's glare is more affect then your bunny like glare." He chuckled when the glared became flat as if the hobbit couldn't believe the truth about his mother.
"Thorin wants both appointments done at the same time." Bilbo said after he got over his short lived shock. Mirk leaned back against the desk while facing the two smaller creatures with a thought induced look upon his face.
"Why isn't he here to ask?" He questioned as he started to mark the pages of the books around him. He had started to close the second book when Bilbo answered:
"We don't need, nor want another yelling match like before."
-They were in the mass hall when Thorin had right out questioned Mirk's ties to the Summers with a gleeful smirk playing on his lips. When Mirk answered after his shock, he had answered in a tongue twister that had the dwarf glowing with angry. Thorin had started yelling in a chilly calm voice that didn't even shake the rock foundation, but chill it over with ice. Mirk only stood from his seat and with a sway of long hair over his shoulder, glared. They only stared with heated glares that every other dwarf and hobbit sat in silent shock.-
Bilbo still shook when the memory was brought up. Mirk had only blinked with a smile of satisfaction. Bilbo glared hard at him with his lips in a thin line.
"You will not make this hard on him, understood?" The hobbit ordered in a questioning way. Mirk looked down at the creature and sighed.
"Fine." He was defeated by a hobbit. What would his one think of him? Mirk shook his head as he closed the last book with a final sigh.
"I can take care of them, if you like? They'll be in your room when you return?" Ori asked softly. He may have out grown the shyness, but he was still quiet. He watched the tall human take a look of surprise before a blinding smile over took the handsome features, making him seem more prettier than handsome.
"Thank you, master dwarf." Mirk's smile didn't leave his face as he let the dwarf take books that he had been picking up, up from his own hands. Watched a few more seconds before turning to face the consort of the mountain.
"Lead the way, Master Baggins." He motion his hand towards the door to ask for the smaller creature would led. Before leaving the opened room, Mirk glanced towards the head scribe with a smile and with a small bow that had the dwarf blushing, he left through the opened doors.
Bilbo was waiting for him on the other side with a frown sitting on his face. Mirk's brow lifted in wonder and about question it, but the hobbit had placed a smile on that the human was blinking in surprise. Dropping it without a sound, Mirk smiled and told the hobbit that he was ready. Bilbo nod his head before walking down the hall.
A few floors later, hobbit and man made their way into a large room with many beds lined one after the other with a desk set in one corner, which several dwarves stood around. Hobbit and man made their way towards the small circle.
"Bilbo!" Oin called out with a smile as he was the first to spot the consort. Bilbo watched as one by one four sets of eyes moved to watch him. He felt more than he heard of the taller being huffed in irritation as green eyes meet blue or so he assume.
Mirk could only glare at the king, but have lovely smiles to the young princes and princess. The others smiled back at him as hr took a seat next to the desk and waited.
Bilbo glanced between Thorin and Mirk with a warning before setting on one of the beds with a small tune. Thorin took his place at the right, the furthest from the wizard, of Bilbo while grasping one of the hobbit's hands. They glanced at each other with small smiles before cool hands started to rise his, Thorin's, tunic. Take a glance around the bed, Thorin noticed that his sister was next to the man as if guarding Bilbo from the strange being, while at the foot of the bed were his nephews with identical smiles and mischief glowing in their eyes. Lastly his gaze fell on Oin who was pressing on the pale skin of his one's stomach while muttering under his breath. Not taking his eyes of the healer, Thorin tried to listen for the taller being that sat at the left of everyone.
Oin lifted his hands from the tender belly with a smile, which placed the ease of tension off of Thorin's shoulders.
"Any morning sickness?" The healer asked when he stepped back from the hobbit. He felt Mitk stand before hearing footsteps behind him.
"None so far, but some smells are upsetting." Bilbo answered as he watched Oin move away from him with a nod. He felt another pair of cool hands touch him before Oin could finish speaking the next question. He answered questions while those hands stayed in place on him before he had to look what the other was doing.
Mirk had placed a hand pressing against the middle of his stomach, slightly above his growing bump. His eyes were closed, however it was like his was still had them opened and was staring within his very being. A glow of shimmer gold surround Mirk while a slight nonexistent wind blowed hair away from his face. A frown of concentration lifted the corners of his lips as the glow started to shiver. Dark strands of hair started to stick against his thin neck, cheeks, and forehead. Bilbo felt the surge of power enter him and at the sudden fell of engery had him gasping.
Thorin was the first to lay his hand, that wasn't being held, onto his sword. The others followed. Mirk ignore them.
With the power still swirling inside his belly, near his womb, Bilbo started to worry. Mirk then let out a breath he was holding as words of old and a language long forgotten spilled from his lips. Bilbo felt the swirl of warmth suddenly form a barrier of some sort around the fetus and held before Mirk started to move his hand away.
"A barrier of protection. In case of a sudden outside pressure, or impaled by spear or sword." Mirk stated as he turned to walk away from the group.
"Are you saying I can not protect my consort?" Thorin growled out as he stepped towards the taller being. The unspoken threat hung between everyone in the room. Mirk slowly turned to face Thorin, the king under the mountain, without an ounce of emotion on his face. Everyone blinked and blinked some more. Within seconds Mirk had the dwarf by the hair and pulled hard so that their eyes were meeting. In a low voice that chilled everyone's blood, Mirk spoke:
"I would not leave a child, be it born or not, unprotected."
