Title: A Visit to Erebor

Summary: The Baggins Family visits the Lonely Mountain to see relatives and are interrupted by Dain and his "opinions". Meanwhile, Kili and Tauriel share their own moment before meeting the new member of their family.

Requester: 666mewmew

Bella was finding it increasingly hard to breathe. Don't misunderstand, the little Dwobbit loved a big, loving hug. The thing was, she couldn't think of a way to break to this enormous Dwarf woman that she was crushing her.

"Oh, you are just the cutest thing!" the woman named Balinda cooed, finally pulling away. "Have they been feeding you well? You seem a bit thin."

"She's eating just fine, thank you very much," Papa stepped in, pulling the toddler away from the large Dwarf.

Balinda huffed. "Fine, I can take a hint. I'm being overbearing."

"Ha! That's the understatement of the age," another Dwarf woman (Gretta Bella thought her name was) laughed. "Don't worry, Lass. Most of her feeding frenzy has been directed at your cousin's intended, so there's no need to worry about becoming bloated."

"Oh, I'll show you bloated, you-!" Balinda had been angry for a split second before a look from Mama silenced her. "Ah, but where are my manners? Let me introduce you to the rest of us." The large Dwarf gestured to the row of fifteen behind her, all variably thick-set and with either brown or red hair. "Of course you've already met your Uncle Bombur. And here we have Baldur, Bala, Bofur II (or Bof if you prefer), Bombas, Lumbur, Rollo, Bolin, the twins Gaea and Frigga, Bafor, Brok, Siggy, Bjorn, and little Bifa." All fourteen of the above named Dwarves gave a loud hello, causing Bella to flinch and hide behind Papa's legs.

"See? I told you they'd scare her."

"You know what Gretta-."

"Knock it off, both of you," Mama stepped in between the two Dwarf women, calming them almost instantly. "Let's change the subject; where's everybody else?"

"…Well, the King and Balin are in council at the moment, Kili and that Elf of his should be arriving shortly, Gloin and Gimli are…."

"Hello!" Bella jumped back when a Dwarf about her height appeared next to her. She remembered seeing her in the line earlier, the shortest among them, with Uncle Bombur's red hair pulled into pigtails and freckles covering her face. In all honesty, the little girl reminded her of one if Mr. Gamgee's prized pumpkins. "My name's Bifa. Your's is Bella, right?"

The Dwobbit looked up at her father; he seemed to be distracted by whatever her mother was saying. Taking a deep breath, she made eye contact with Bifa and responded. "Yes."

"Nice to meet you! You look my age! How old are you? Why are your feet so big? Why don't you wear shoes? Do you like games?"

"…I'm almost 7, I got my Papa's feet, because shoes aren't comfy, and I guess?"

"What kind of games?"

"I guess…pretending games?"

"Sometimes Bjorn and I go up onto the gates and make up stories about the people coming through. Would you like to come with us when our parents finally stop talking?"

"Um…I'll have to ask Papa-."

"THERE YOU ALL ARE!" A very loud voice shook the room. Bella looked up at the top of the steps to see another Dwarf, very large with greying red hair. "I swear, it's like you're all trying to avoid me! Why did no one tell me my cousin had arrived?!" The loud Dwarf approached Mama; the two touched foreheads and began speaking Khuzdul (Bella herself didn't know a lot of the language right then).

The Dwobbit, keeping a weary eye on the new arrival, whispered to Bifa. "Who is that Dwarf?"

"That's Lord Dain Ironfoot. He's from the Iron Hills, but visits the King often. My Mama says that he's very annoying and short-sighted. But I dunno how he can be short-sighted; he's very tall for a Dwarf."

Mr. Ironfoot stepped over to the toddler and her Papa. "And who're you supposed to be?" he asked the latter.

"Bilbo Baggins, Thorena's husband, at your service."

Everything went completely silent before Mr. Ironfoot gave a laugh so loud, it hurt Bella's ears. "Ha, that's rich! But seriously, who're you supposed to be?"

"…Bilbo Baggins. Thorena's husband."

The loud Dwarf had a strange expression before he started to glare at Papa. "Oh, now I remember. My cousin'd burst into tears at the mere mention of your name. And now you think after all that you can just marry her?! She's a direct descendent of Durin the Deathless, for crying out loud! And what are you?! Some prissy Halfling from the green lumps you call hills." His attention suddenly shifted down to Bella. "Then you must be the little Quarterling that plagued her for months on end. Hope you're proud of yourself; you practically drove her to this madness!"

The Dwobbit had never seen Mama or Papa as mad as they were a moment later.

Well, it was official. Balinda's special diet had finally gotten to her.

Those were Tauriel's thoughts as she looked over herself in the mirror. For the past few years she'd been living in Erebor with her Meleth, the wife of one of Kili's Company members had practically made herself into the Elf's personal cook. Of course, it was her own fault for not saying no (she was too polite), and now all those meals the Dwarf woman had made to, as another wife in the Company had said, "fatten her up", were finally taking their toll. She placed a hand on the little swell of her belly and huffed.

"What's the matter?" Kili suddenly appeared in the mirror's reflection and hugged her from behind.

A smile attempted to appear on her face, but her poor mood wouldn't allow for it. "Balinda's finally succeeded."

"You mean this little thing? You can barely notice it." A hand was at her stomach, holding her own. "Now, does it really matter what you look like? I love you for you, Ghivashel. Nothing's going to change that."

The smile finally found its way to her. "I suppose that's true."

"Good." Kili let go and stepped in front of her. "Now, let's not keep Auntie waiting forever."

It didn't take the two of them long to get to the main hall. However, when they reached the steps downward, Dain Ironfoot came stomping past them, a black eye and bloodied lip on his face. Tauriel didn't quite know how to respond to that; when she glanced over at Kili, he could only offer her a shrug. The Elf soon spotted the most likely cause of the Dwarf Lord's foul mood: a Dwarf and a Hobbit that she'd not seen in at least 6 years hugging what looked to be a small combination of the two. Gathered around them were Gretta and Balinda (along with her husband and fourteen offspring). She was hesitant at first, but then was made at ease when Kili all but leaped down the stairs and embraced his aunt. "Auntie! It's good to see you again!"

"I could say the same of you," Lady Thorena replied. The woman then spotted Tauriel, recognizing her hesitancy. "Don't be shy, Lass. We're family, after all."

"I-…of course." Tauriel approached and was pulled into the hug. The whole affair was extremely awkward, but fortunately passed quickly. "It is good to see you again, My Lady, Master Baggins."

"Oh, there's no need for formalities," the Hobbit said. "Bilbo and Thorena are just fine."

"Wow, Bella, look how big you've grown." The Elf looked down to see her Meleth crouched in front of the third Baggins. "You don't remember me, but I knew you when you were just a baby. I'm your cousin Kili."

"…Hi."

"And this is Tauriel."

Tauriel looked down with a smile. The child was unlike anything she'd ever seen, and she'd seen quite a lot in her long life. Curly black hair, large chubby feet, and a pair of very blue eyes; she was reminded of the black squirrels that could be found in the forests of her former liege. Bella looked up at her in wonder, blue eyes wide. Tauriel couldn't help her growing smile (this was too adorable!).

Then, suddenly, the child stepped toward her and prodded her stomach with a finger. "Are you having a baby?"

Tauriel was in a bit of a shock then; she didn't even notice Master Baggins scooping up and scolding Bella or Balinda rushing up to her and fussing about her belly. The Elf didn't even notice Kili trying to snap her out of whatever stupor she was in. She was a little too focused on the fact that the child may actually be right.

14 kids. 14 KIDS.

Extra shout out to 666mewmew for helping me keep all these OC's organized.