Thorin utters a soft Bilbo and moves quickly to decrease the space between them. Oh how he dreamed of wrapping his arms around his Hobbit again. It takes awhile for him to notice that Bilbo isn't hugging him back. He pulls back.
"Bilbo."
"Why are you here?"
There is a stunned silence at the words and even Lord Elrond looks pained. Coherent thought leaves Thorin. Why wouldn't he be here.
"You… you had them lie to me, you banished me," there is a strain of anger in his voice and he backs out of Thorin's arms. Tears are in his eyes as he gazes at everyone even Lord Elrond in betrayal. He flees before Thorin can say anything.
"Well, that didn't go how I hoped it would," he hears Lord Elrond mutter. A tugging on his arm makes him look down. It's one of the Hobbit children, he has curly black hair and blue eyes.
"You're Uncle Bilbo's Mark and Soul?" he asks gaining the attention of the other children.
"Yes."
"Then why did you send him away?"
"I didn't little one. I was lied to just like he was."
The group makes an 'Oh' noise.
"So who wants to make the first bet? Ow! Lindir that hurt!"