Thorin seethed quietly as he observed his friend sitting oh so cozy with that floppy-braided …usurper! Why did he get to touch Bilbo with his shoulder and lean on him, letting their hair touch, as they smiled at each other? How come Bilbo let him take his hands, and let them be wrapped around by the dwarfs, as he whispered in the hobbits ear?
The regal dwarf was standing behind a tree, as he observed the hobbit and the miner together on a bench in Bag End's garden. When he got to Hobbiton in spring he was greeted not only by his dear friend and nephews, but also a strange dwarf, with the braids of a commoner, and a floppy-eared hat. A toymaker! Bilbo didn't need no toymaker to make him smile and laugh. He only needed the Durins!
Next to his uncle Kili was demolishing a pastry with his teeth, as he observed his Auntie laugh with Bofur. This was not acceptable! How dare this stranger come into their home and ensnare their innocent little Auntie? Not that he'd even call Bilbo that to his face, but still!
While the two dwarves were in the process of grinding their teeth into stumps with their anger, Fili just sighed. He knew perfectly well that there were no romantic feelings between Bilbo and Bofur, and Bofur had no more attraction to his hobbit then he had to a rock. Perhaps less, considering the other was a dwarf. No, the cheerful miner has simply absorbed Bilbo into his little definition of family and took care of him as he would of a brother or a younger cousin. But try telling that to the two dufuses….
Bilbo meanwhile sat on a bench and enjoyed his newest friend teaching him how to whittle a wooden figure, adjusting his hands as they went, and paying close attention, in case the hobbit's hands slipped.