Hallo everyone. I'm back! Please enjoy the story. And if any character I mentioned is OOC, please ignore that. Review, favorite, follow, and stuff like that. If you want to criticize, please do so, I'm not stopping you. Also, this is for my sister, as it is her birthday, though this chapter doesn't really have anything to do with her. I'm just posting this on her birthday.

The prompt is: 5 times Bilbo had met Thorin.

Disclaimer: I'm not dead, therefore I don't own the Hobbit.

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I.

Bilbo met a dwarf once when he was just a small fauntling. He had gotten separated and lost when he and Mama were traveling (Daddy didn't like leaving the Shire much) and it was getting dark. It made the fauntling very nervous as he tried to find his way back to his mother.

"Hmm? What is this?" A deep voice, deeper than Grandpa Gerontius' voice, asked from somewhere above him.

Bilbo looked up to see a taller being, probably a dwarf like in Mama's books with pictures (he never seen a Hobbit with a beard before besides the Stoors, but this person was a bit taller than the average Hobbit yet shorter than a Man). He was wary of the stranger that had appeared out of the shadows.

"Are you lost, little one?" He knelt down. Bilbo felt a little safer since the stranger was no longer towering over him. He couldn't remember what really happened after except that the night was a blur and the next morning he was being smothered to death by Mama.

He didn't remember much of the trip. The only thing that stuck in his mind clearly was the bright blue eyes of the dwarf that helped him.

II.

The second time he met his savior was five years later in Grandpa Gerontius' office. He was playing with some tops when he arrived with another dwarf that held an extreme resemblance to his savior. Bilbo didn't know if the second dwarf was male or female with their blue eyes, strong yet soft face structure, and wavy, silky hair. It was rude to ask but the curious fauntling had to know.

All he got was a laugh from the second dwarf and a raised eyebrow from his savior. Maybe he didn't like his companion to be insulted? Bilbo should apologize.

And he would have, if he wasn't shooed out of the office after he had greeted the dwarves (properly like a respectable Hobbit) and examined the first dwarf for a moment. He pouted; he didn't even get the dwarves' names!

What he remembered next was the unique (for a Hobbit, anyway) style of hair and the fact he didn't have a long beard (according to Mama, dwarves loved their hair).

(He wondered if their hair was precious to them as feet were to Hobbits. He would have to ask the next time they meet, should they ever meet.)

III.

Bilbo saw the dwarf again during the Fell Winter. Frankly, the young hobbit didn't care at the moment because he just lost both of his parents to the wolves and the sight of the dwarf wouldn't cheer him up, because, really, he didn't even know him! Bilbo didn't know his name, where he was from, if he preferred cakes over candy, or even if he had family (that wasn't true; the second dwarf (the one he had insulted) looked remarkably like his savior). He didn't know anything about him!

But even in his grief and shock, he couldn't help but notice the way the dwarf swung his heavy-looking sword expertly.

(He must be a warrior or even just someone strong to lift something that heavy!)

IV.

The next time Bilbo saw him was when he reached his Coming of Age ceremony. It was just a glimpse, really, and Bilbo had no idea why he was in the Shire in the first place. The now-adult briefly thought of inviting the dwarf to join the festivities (after all, everyone was having fun and it wouldn't do at all if someone was glum on his birthday) before he was swept into a dance by one of his cousins from the Baggins side.

He vanished later and the only thing he could clearly remember was the blue fur coat the dwarf always seemed to wear, even in their first meetings.

(Maybe it was a favorite item of his, like Bilbo with his monogrammed handkerchief?)

V.

Bilbo didn't see the dwarf again until he was 50 years old and even then he was in Bree, not in the Shire.

It was one of his now rare visits outside Hobbiton to buy spices and ingredients for cooking and perhaps some new crockery and silverware to add to replace the ones Lobelia (blast those Sackville-Baggins) stole.

After doing what he needed to do, he decided to go to the Prancing Pony. It wasn't the Green Dragon but it would do and Bilbo was quite thirsty from all the haggling he did earlier. After all, it was quite fun yet tiring to haggle. It was practice for all the comebacks he have to make in all his future arguments with his relatives (coughLobeliacough).

Of course, with his luck, he met the dwarf (not officially; he still didn't even know his name), who was drinking already. Bilbo briefly stared at the pile of tankards the dwarf had; was he not drunk yet? After realizing his manners, the Hobbit looked away.

He noticed the way he acted and smiled and frowned with his fellow dwarves. Perhaps they were having business in Bree? If he was, Bilbo really shouldn't disturb them; it was not his business to meddle in another race's business.

(Bilbo Baggins had no idea that he would officially meet the dwarf two weeks later and accompany him and twelve others on a quest to slay a dragon and reclaim Erebor.)

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Bilbo: Why am I meeting Thorin all the time?

Shadow: Because I'm changing your past...?

Thorin: You sound unsure of that, Geek.

Shadow: Not that I mind being called a geek, why are you calling me that?

Thorin: Because you are one.

Shadow: This is another case of you calling Bilbo 'Hobbit' or 'Burglar,' isn't it?

Thorin: It's none of your business, Geek.

Bilbo: Shadow, come back here and explain!

Shadow: *runs* Bye, Bilbo! Bye, Thorin!