Summary: Garden
Bilbo helped Sam into his clothes, the boy was feeling much better, though still a little lethargic and sleepy.
Once all of the boys were dressed Bilbo packed a basket with a bit of breakfast and exited Thorin's rooms, the King having left early that morning, Bilbo hardly stirring, he had been so tired, he didn't even recall falling asleep.
"Good morning, Master Dwarf." Bilbo said cheerily as he closed the door and shifted Sam on his hip, the boy's head against his shoulder, basket on the arm under his bottom, Bilbo offered his free hand to Pippin, Merry holing Pippin's other hand and Frodo holding Merry's hand, "Are you the Guard Thorin mentioned would be looking after us?"
The Guard nodded, "Aye, that's me, where are you wanting to go?"
"Would the Garden be too much trouble, Sam needs a nap on good healthy dirt that has growing things in it, and I suppose that Thorin doesn't want us to leave the Mountain so soon after arriving, not that we would even be up for it." Bilbo rambled.
"Aye, the garden isn't too far, and the little Hobbits won't be up yet, so it'll be quiet still." The Dwarf interrupted Bilbo, wincing a little.
Bilbo smiled, "I'm sorry, It's just been a long journey."
The Dwarf nodded, "But you made it, none the worse for it, you are safe here."
"Of course I am, I never had any doubt about it." Bilbo confirmed, "I was a little surprised about the rest of the Hobbits being welcomed but I am glad that they were."
"Aye." The Dwarf nodded, "You are our King's One, your family is his family and his family is our family. Kin is Kin."
"Mister Dwarf?" Frodo asked.
"Aye, little one?" The Dwarf looked down at Frodo.
"Why do you carry and Axe? Are you going to chop firewood?" Frodo asked.
The Dwarf chuckled as he opened a door that led into a bright room, "Nay, I use the Axe to fight, perhaps your..." The Dwarf looked questioningly at Bilbo.
"Uncle." Bilbo provided.
"...Uncle will let you watch us spar with one another."
"Please, Uncle Bilbo?" Frodo asked as Bilbo let go of Pippin and settled Sam in a mostly empty plot, there were severl plants along the edges but the center was open.
"We shall see, for now, why don't you go look around, do not leave the room." Bilbo shooed the three away as he pet Sam's hair, the sick Hobbit falling asleep again almost immediatly, "Do you know when the others will come?"
"Tauriel usually brings them after the mid-day meal." The Dwarf said.
Bilbo nodded, "Thank you."
"Shall I let King Thorin know where you are?" The Dwarf asked.
"If you like." Bilbo shrugged.
It was hours later that Bilbo woke up from his light doze, Sam was snuggled into his side with Frodo next to him, Pippin was on his chest and Merry was on his other side, the Dwarf was just inside the garden by the door greeting the young Hobbits as they entered.
Bilbo carefully extracted himself from the flower bed and settled Pippin in his empty spot.
"Mister Bilbo!" Several voices cried, "You made it!"
"The Dwarrows are taking care of us!"
"Our parents are growing outside the Mountain!"
"The Shire is Gone!"
"Are we really going to stay here?" A quieter voice asked.
Bilbo knelt down and the children and tweens gathered around.
"I expect that we will stay here." Bilbo said.
"Why are they helping us and being so nice?" A tween asked.
"I... Thorin gave me my Hurt-colors and I suppose it is the right thing to do." Bilbo offered.
"By Dwarrow standards, Master Baggins and our King are married." The Dwarf offered, "Which means offering aid to your Kin, by Marrying our King, Master Baggins is our Kin and his Kin is ours, that he helped win back our home from a Dragon makes our home his as well, even without the marriage."
The children nodded, "Okay."
"Can you tell us the Story?" A younger Faunt asked, "We never remember it right."
Bilbo smiled, "Of course."
Bilbo sat on his bottom on the floor, opened his arms for Sam to crawl into them, Frodo sitting next to Bilbo and holding Sam's hand as the others gathered around, Pippin and Merry leaning against Bilbo's other side while the rest of the children sat around him and before him, facing him.
And so Bilbo began the Story that had begun it all.
"In a hole in the ground there lived a Hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a Hobbit-hole, and that means comfort..."
A/N: So, I totally did not intend the Shire to be destroyed but it did, and I think at one point I decided that the One Ring does not exist and that it was merely bad luck that had the Shire Falling. But hey accepting Dwarrows who just kind of know that Bilbo is the only reason they even have Erebor back and maybe want to elect Bilbo King a little bit.
As much as I loved writing this I do have to ask that you don't examine this too closely as I'm sure there are several plot holes and gaps that exist but I wrote this story in like a day, so...
I will try to answer any questions you have and if you have the right question you may inspire another story.
