Enjoy! I had college visit day today. Guess what? 12,000 steps. In heels. My feet kill.


"You mean, besides running away from the mountain, screaming?" Bofur jokes before quieting as a dwarf walks past them, staring at Bilbo's (now covered) feet.

Bilbo snaps his feet back under his chair, glaring, even though his glare isn't nearly as intimidating as he thinks it to be. "Yes."

"You can write notes. But proper courting includes a formal trial stage of all candidates, if the person in question is going about it traditionally. Considering, however, that you don't wish to be courted, I'd just say no, politely."

Politely, my feet, thinks Bilbo bitterly, still nursing bruises from his 'gifts'.


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