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Chapter Sixty # A Jolly Holiday #

When Bilbo awoke, the sky was still glowing red with the barely rising sun, but he knew from the moment that he opened his eyes that he would not be able to go back to sleep. Groaning softly, Bilbo swung his legs out of bed and dropped his head into his hands for a long moment as his body slowly followed his mind to consciousness.

Shaking his head to dispel the last remnants of sleep, Bilbo stood up and got dressed, thinking that he might sneak into the kitchen and prepare a decent breakfast for everyone. First though, Bilbo Baggins needed a cup of coffee.

The hobbit silently made his way into his own kitchen, hearing nothing but faint snores from his fellows and a sudden delightful thought filled his mind. Soon enough, Bilbo Baggins was sitting in his armchair with a huge, leather bound book in his lap and a mug of coffee in his hands. It was rare that Bilbo got much time to sit and read uninterrupted, and the hobbit fully intended to make the most of it while he could.

It did not take long for Bilbo to be utterly enraptured by the familiar words and story, and by the time the next person awoke, he had devoured several chapters.

"Good morning, Bilbo…"

Jumping slightly, Bilbo looked up from his book to smile at the mother of his son. "Oh, good morning! I trust you slept well?"

"Very well, thank you." Dís smiled, and Bilbo closed the book on his lap and stood up.

"Can I get you something to drink – tea, coffee perhaps? I was planning on cooking something up as soon as everyone began to awake, but if you want something in the meantime…"

"Some tea would be lovely, thank you, but please do not trouble yourself." She smiled. "I have no objection to waiting for the others."

"I'll brew a pot right away." Bilbo nodded and smiled, glancing at the clock. "Oh goodness, is that the time? I may as well start cooking as well now – I read for longer than I expected to."

Dís grinned, looking startlingly like Fíli despite her dark hair. "Is it possible to keep track of time while reading? I've certainly never managed."

Bilbo laughed. "I suppose I have to agree with you there!"

The pair walked into the kitchen in a semi-awkward silence and Bilbo was glad for something to do as he bustled around and hung the kettle in the fireplace. Dís hovered at the door, obviously unsure of what to do. Finally, the woman stepped forward.

"Master Baggins, I want to thank you."

Bilbo looked up at her and blinked. "Oh? Whatever for?"

A sad smile played on her lips. "For saving my sons' lives. For doing the impossible and bringing them both back. I believed Kíli to be gone forever, and I was sure that Fíli would never really be himself again, but you have brought them back. I owe you for both of my sons, and that is a debt I can never repay."

Bilbo's mouth fell open slightly even as a lump blocked his throat and he swallowed. "Oh… Well, I… I don't… I don't think I can take all the credit for that, but you are most welcome for what I did do…"

The princess bowed her head with a small smile. "Regardless, thank you."

The kettle began to whistle piercingly and the hobbit bustled around to lift it off of the fire, grateful for the chance to gather his thoughts as he tried desperately to think of the proper way to react.

Where's Frodo when I need him? He thought as he poured the hot water into the tea pot.

He cleared his throat and smiled. "You are truly welcome."

"May I ask you a rather personal question, Master Baggins?" Dís began hesitantly, and the hobbit nodded, adding tea leaves into pot. "How old are you?"

Bilbo smiled slightly. "That is not so personal a question. I am fifty one."

Dís smirked, looking remarkably like Fíli. "That was not the personal side of it. I just wondered if it was ever odd for you, raising someone older than you?"

"Ah, I see." Bilbo nodded. "Well, not really… I never really thought much of it. If I think about it too much it sometimes feels odd, but there is practically nothing conventional about our situation at all, by hobbit standards at least, so one more odd detail was nothing, really."

Dís nodded slowly. "Did it cause you much trouble, taking him in?"

"To an extent, I suppose…" Bilbo nodded, thinking back to the first few weeks he had shared with the little dwarfling. "It was quite the scandal, and in Shire terms there was a lot of trouble, but now that I've seen more of the world our troubles barely look worth complaining about. For a short while I was scorned and ignored, but the worst anyone ever did was hurl rotting fruit at us. At the time it felt quite horrible, but it did not last for long - it didn't take long for Kíli to win folk over, however, and after the incident with the tree and the fireworks everything died down. So I suppose compared to the things that you have faced in your life there was barely any trouble at all."

Dís paused, pursing her lips before replying. "I think that people tend to trivialise suffering that they cannot see the effects of. Folk assume that one with a safe home, plenty of money and a lovely home cannot possibly suffer as much as someone who is without, but even the most privileged, unburdened folk suffer, and different kinds of pain hurt different kinds of people. As you said, there was a lot of trouble in the context you know and for that I am sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry for… I've never thought about it like that…" Bilbo's brow furrowed as he considered that and poured two cups of tea. "I suppose I have to agree, though. Different people are more susceptible to different pains, just as they are susceptible to different fears…"

"Exactly!" Dís clicked her fingers with a smile. "And it often varies in accordance with the context they know of. Also, emotional pain is by no means less devastating than physical pain. It completely depends. Oh my – I am so sorry, this is by no means a pleasant morning conversation!"

Bilbo smiled slightly. "Oh, it's quite alright, I had far worse conversations at far more awkward times over the past year. Your kinsmen are hardly subtle. Do you take milk, sugar?"

The unease slipped away from the woman's face as Dís laughed aloud. "Just a dash of milk, half a spoon of sugar, thank you. No, Bilbo, my kinsmen are 'hardly subtle.' Most of us see the advantages of subtly and tact, and some of us are rather good at it – Balin, for example or Glóin, if you catch him in a good mood – but unfortunately pride and stubbornness tend to get in the way. Thorin knows how to be very tactful – in fact I've seen him charm his way out of trouble not even Fíli could hope to escape. But, alas – he is more pig-headed a wild boar and has the patience of a teething infant."

Bilbo could not help but laugh as he finished fixing Dís' tea. "I like that description."

Dís grinned, walking across the room and taking tea with a nod of thanks. "I have plenty of wonderful descriptions of my brother – it comes with a lifetime of living with him. I'm sure you'll have some of your own by now…"

"Oh, I can probably think of a couple." Bilbo grinned, heading to the pantry to gather the necessary components of a decent cooked breakfast. When he returned moments later, his arms were full of "Is there anything in particular that you fancy for breakfast?"

Dís' eyes widened as he began to spread the ingredients across the table and counter. "When you said you were planning on cooking something, I did not think you meant cooking a proper meal!"

"Oh, I could fix you something smaller, if you'd prefer." The hobbit offered, and Dís shook her head.

"Oh no, it's fine... I just did not expect hobbits to eat so much…"

"Seven meals a day, when we can get them." Bilbo nodded with a crooked smile.

"And yet you are all still so tiny – no offense intended!" the woman added quickly.

"None taken." Bilbo insisted, "Although many of my relatives are rather large around the middle. Hobbits need to consume more food than most, I think, though I don't really know why. I would have said that it was simply because we love our food, but after the quest I'm not so sure."

Dís nodded slowly. "You suffered more than the others in Mirkwood, did you not?"

"Yes, it was not a very pleasant experience." Bilbo shuddered lightly. "Although in some ways, it was a rather educational one."

"You almost starved, yet you can still see the educational value of an experience?" Dís raised her eyebrows with a smile. "I like you, Bilbo Baggins."

Bilbo laughed. "Thank you."

"Would you like some help?" Dís offered, and Bilbo smiled.

"I would indeed, if that's alright." The hobbit was quick to direct his son's mother around the kitchen, and soon they were chattering away surprisingly easily as they bustled around the kitchen making breakfast.

When Fíli walked in half an hour later to find his mother and his brother's father chatting like old friends, he smiled. "Morning."

"Good morning, Fíli." Bilbo replied without evening turning around.

"Be a dear and set the table, would you?" Dís smiled sweetly at him as she gave the order and Fíli nodded, knowing better than to argue with his mother.

"Frodo's curled up at Kíli's side again." He commented as he crossed to the cutlery draw, and Bilbo's face fell.

"Another nightmare?"

"Wish I could say that it wasn't." Fíli sighed heavily. "I think they're getting worse…"

Bilbo sighed. "There isn't much we can do really… I gave Kíli thyme tea every now and again, that helped sometimes…"

"Frodo is having nightmares?" Dís paused. "There are other herbal remedies that you can try – hops, perhaps?"

"Hops?" Bilbo frowned. "Isn't that an ingredient for beer?"

Dís smiled slightly. "Yes, but it can also be used to aid sleeplessness, nightmares, and the like…"

"Oh thank you, I didn't know that…" Bilbo replied wearily.

It was not long before the others appeared for breakfast, lured from slumber by the scent of good food, and the meal passed quickly and cheerfully. To look at Frodo, no one would guess that the boy had snuck into Kíli's room in the early hours of the morning and silently sought comfort after a particular horrible nightmare – the brightness in his eyes was rivalled only by the brilliance of his smile, so none of the adults had the heart to bring up the terrors of the night.

Over breakfast, Dís, Kíli Bilbo and Bofur began an animated discussion about old lore and folk stories, but it did not take long for Frodo to tire of their conversation, so he disappeared with Fíli to wash the dishes.

At least, that is what they said they were doing.

"…yes, but in the Shire stone-giants are said to be the stuff of myth, but we experienced those first hand. Legends and myths all have their origins in reality." Bilbo insisted.

Dís nodded. "Aye, but you cannot expect me to believe-"

"ROAR!" Fíli yelled, running around the corner after a squealing Frodo. "I'm going to get you!"

Bilbo clicked his tongue impatiently as the dwarf whirled past. "Mind my crockery, Fíli!"

Fíli narrowly avoided a nearby cabinet and shouted over his shoulder. "Sorry!"

Rounding the corner, Fíli swooped down and grabbed Frodo up off of the floor, lifting him up into the air as the child screamed happily.

"And no murdering anyone!" Bilbo called out from the other room. "I would never get the blood out of the floorboards."

"What if I tickle him to death?" Fíli replied as he lifted Frodo into the air over his head. "That wouldn't bleed too much!"

"Uncle Bilbo, help!" Frodo shouted through his giggles.

"Fíli, I said no murder."

"Shame…" Fíli commented with a shrug, spinning around and making sure that Frodo's head did not hit the nearby chandelier.

Frodo squealed loudly.

"Fíli!" Bilbo warned.

"Do you think we're making too much noise?" Fíli asked Frodo.

Frodo shrugged, his legs flailing around in the air. "Maybe."

Fíli bent over, swinging Frodo down towards the floor. Dropping to his knees, the dwarf began to tickle the hobbit mercilessly. Frodo squirmed and squealed and Fíli cackled, though inside he wondered at how quickly the little Baggins had wormed his way into his heart.

Little hobbits certainly were loveable.

"Fíli, I'm warning you!"

Fíli rolled his eyes at the voices of Bilbo and Dís and he paused, raising his eyebrows at Frodo. "Do you think they meant to do that together? Oh, take that smirk off your face Frodo Baggins - I won't be able to get away with anything now!"

Still lying on his back on the floor, Frodo snorted with laughter for a moment, before his face fell into a frown of concentration. "Fíli?"

"Frodo?" Fíli replied in the same tone.

"Do you think…" Frodo trailed off as his head turned away. "Do you think that maybe Uncle Bilbo might have something to chase the nightmares away?"

Fíli sat back slowly, realising that he was now treading on thin ice. Despite Frodo's clear affection for the golden haired prince, the little boy had never mentioned his nightmares to Fíli before, admitting their existence only to Kíli or Bilbo in the dead of night. Furthermore, on the few occasions when someone had tried to convince Frodo to speak about the dreams in the daytime he had shut down completely, sticking his thumb in his mouth and staring into space until whoever was speaking to him finally gave up.

"Well, I think he will probably be able to find something to help. Do you want to tell me what happened?" Fíli asked gently and Frodo stiffened, fear creeping into his eyes. Immediately Fíli reached out, putting a hand on the boy's shoulder and gently guiding him into a sitting position. "You don't have to if you don't want to. It's alright, Frodo. You just do what you want to do."

Frodo's bottom lip trembled and his eyes flickered away from Fíli's. "I want to tell you, b-but I can't!"

Fíli smiled sadly. "That's alright… I'm sure we'll be able to find something that will help, alright?"

"Alright…" Frodo took a deep breath, biting his lip. "Fíli?"

"Frodo?" Fíli repeated in the same tone once more.

"With your swords… you're really good, right?"

"Yes…" Fíli frowned.

Frodo did not flinch as his eyes met Fíli's. "Have you killed people with them?"

Fíli's frown deepened, and he chose his words carefully. "I have killed orcs and goblins and wargs with them, though I would not name such creatures 'people'."

Frodo nodded slowly. "Would you kill people with them, if you had to?"

Fíli paused once more, unsure of how to answer. After a moment, he opted for the truth. "Only if there was no other way to protect my family, or other innocent folk. Why?"

Frodo's whole body relaxed and he shrugged. "No reason."

Fíli opened his mouth to argue, but he was interrupted by the clang of the doorbell.

"I'll get it!" Frodo yelled, scrambling to his feet and bolting towards the door and Fíli shook his head slightly.

"Well, that was interesting…" he muttered under his breath, following the lad to the door.

Frodo was already greeting the newcomers and Fíli was completely unsurprised to see five familiar little faces staring up at him.

"Trouble's here!" he called out over his shoulder, much to the protest of Merry, Pippin and the three lasses.

"Already?" Bilbo called back, coming in from the dining room.

"Hello, Uncle Bilbo!" they chimed in a unison Fíli swore they practised.

Bilbo sighed heavily, though there was amusement on his face. "How many do we have today?"

"Just four." Pervinca smiled sweetly, holding up five fingers. Pearl tugged on her sister's sleeve, whispering what Bilbo guessed to be a correction into the youngest girl's ear. Pervinca's eyes widened and she smiled. "Plus me, which makes five!"

"And our parents are on the way." Merry added.

Just as Fíli went to close the door, he spied four familiar figures at the end of the path, so he kept the door open until Saradoc, Paladin, Esme and Ellie reached the door.

"Morning."

"Good morning…" Esme smiled, squeezing Fíli's hand lightly as she slipped through the door. "I hope we're not intruding?"

"Oh, don't pretend that you're not in and out of Bag End on a daily basis just because you know we have guests." Bilbo scoffed, prompting snorts of laughter. "Come in…"

Fíli strode back into the dining room to see Kíli standing up with a smile as the little ones bounded in to say hello.

"Good morning everyone…" he grinned, ruffling Merry's hair as the boy hugged his legs quickly. Kíli looked to his mother, who stood up slowly. "Everyone, this is my mother, Dís. Ama, this is Paladin, Esme, Saradoc, Ellie, Pippin, Merry, Nelly, Pervinca and Pearl."

"Pleased to meet you all." Dís smiled. "Kíli's told me much about you all."

"Really? Good stuff or bad stuff?" Nelly's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Pimpernel…" Ellie warned at the exact same moment as Paladin rolled his eyes and sung out, "Manners, Nell."

Nelly's jaw dropped and her eyes bulged indignantly as she raised her shoulders up and threw her arms out by her sides. "How was that bad manners? Should I have said good stuff or bad stuff please?"

Paladin flicked his daughter's hair gently. "Don't be cheeky, Nelly."

Dís smiled. "All good things, Miss Nelly."

"Oh, good…" Nelly grinned. "By the way, if you can't remember all our names that's alright, there's lots of us."

"Thank you – I will do my best to remember you all." Dís smiled gently, but Fíli knew that she had probably already memorised the names and faces of everyone she had been introduced to – she had always been good with names.

"We were wondering if you would all like to come down for a picnic…" Ellie offered easily. "Don't feel obliged to if you'd rather not…"

Dís hesitated for a long moment before smiling with a strange look in her eyes. "That sounds lovely…"

"Brilliant!" Paladin clapped his hands together. "We've brought enough food for everyone – we eat Bilbo out of house and home often enough, so it's only fair."

"That is very true." Bilbo added.

It did not take very long for everyone to get ready, and as Dís laced up her boots, she still found it hard to believe that she was going for a picnic, of all things. Casting her mind back, she could not remember the last time she had gone for a picnic, for her time was always occupied. She knew that she was lucky to have a mind as sharp as the hidden blades stowed in her travelling clothes, but that did not make the sticky web of politics she dealt with daily any easier to navigate. As a noblewoman, Dís had the choice whether or not to involve herself actively in politics, but like most of her kinswomen she was not willing to sit back and allow the men to partake in all the work there was, so she was often drowning in political problems, large or small. While Thorin had been away, Lord Arnor had officially taken charge of the Blue Mountains to allow Dís the freedom to leave the mountain at a moment's notice should her brother succeed in reclaiming Erebor. The dwarf had always been a fiercely loyal friend to Thráin's children and he had been the closest friend of Dís' late husband, so both Thorin and Dís were content with allowing him Lordship of Ered Luin, should the reclamation of Erebor go well.

However, though she never truly led the people, Dís was the one that ensured each and every family had what they needed to get by. No family in Thorin's halls starved on the watch of the princess – it was true there were families with tattered clothing and worn out toys, but there were no children begging in the halls and there were no families forced to live off of scraps of food. She did what she could for whomever she could help, and since losing Kíli she had dedicated every waking moment to either her family or her people. She had not had a moment to herself before travelling to the Shire, and even then she had a purpose, a goal…

Now, she was to go for a picnic… It was a break, a holiday, and Dís felt almost guilty for not doing anything.

"Are you alright, Ama?" Fíli asked in a deceivingly casual tone, sitting down next to her to pull on his own boots.

She smiled wryly and looked at him. "It's strange, isn't it? Going for a picnic, simply because there is nothing else that needs to be done?"

"It is strange… You feel almost guilty, at first when you stop working." He nodded, before grinning at her. "But no one – and I mean no one, deserves a break as much as you do."

Dís rolled her eyes. "I am glad that you think so."

"Think?" Fíli snorted. "I know so!" Her son's tone softened as his gaze swept over to look at Kíli, who was laughing at something Nori was saying. "We have a month or so here, do we not? One month is not so long a time - we should make the most of this peace we have while we have it."

Peace is not all we may lose again, Dís thought sadly as she looked at her sons, but she forced herself to smile and spoke very different words aloud. "I think you are right… Let's go!"

Dís could not help but notice that no one locked the door when they left Bag End, but when she asked Bilbo quietly about it he smiled and informed her that no one in Hobbiton felt the need to lock their doors for a daytrip such as the one they were taking.

"I can't imagine we won't be home before dark," the hobbit insisted. "And even then we're just about the only ones in Hobbiton who do lock our doors at night – folk think us very strange for it."

The dwarven princess was equal parts baffled, confused and troubled by that idea, but it was not her home – it was a place she knew nothing of, so she kept her thoughts to herself and carried on.

"Miss Lady Princess Dís?" the littlest of the girls - Pervinca, if Dís remembered correctly – asked meekly, looking up at Dís with wide, innocent, green eyes and a shy little smile. "I think your hair is very, very pretty."

"Thank you very much. You can just call me Dís if you like, you do not need to add all those titles if you don't want to." Dís smiled warmly at the girl, before gesturing to Pervinca's beautiful, copper brown curls. "Though I must add that your own hair is gorgeous."

The child blushed slightly, though her smile was a rather disgruntled one. "Thank you, but no it's not. It's all curly, curly, curly - I can't make it do anything!"

Dís clicked her tongue. "Oh, I wouldn't say that you 'can't', I would say that you do not know how to make it do anything."

Pervinca's pretty little face pulled into a frown of concentration. "Do you think that you could maybe perhaps teach me how to make it do things, Miss Dís?"

"If it is alright with your parents I will do my best to teach you." Dís offered, and the tiny child looked delighted.

"Thank you!" she beamed timidly, before frowning ever so slightly. "But why would my parents mind?"

For half a fraction of a moment Dís was taken aback, before she flew what little she knew of hobbits through her mind and recognised the cultural difference. "I would not want to offend them – in dwarven culture, hair is very special and important so I feel I would have to ensure they do not mind."

"Oh," Pervinca blinked as she took that in, before peering shyly up at Dís with a little smile. "I will see you when we get to the meadow?"

"Certainly," Dís smiled back and the little girl scampered off quickly, tugging on the sleeve of Paladin's oldest daughter who immediately swung her little sister onto her back.

"It seems Pervinca's taken a shine to you." Kíli commented with a cheeky smile as he strode up to walk by the side of his mother, the lighter haired woman – Esmeralda – in tow.

"That does not happen particularly often." Esmeralda smiled at the dwarven woman warmly. "She's an odd little thing – when faced with conversation with those outside of her family she's as shy as a mouse, but if she feels threatened she fights like a little fox."

"When the children of Hobbiton arose to 'save' Bilbo and I she attacked Fíli without a second thought." Kíli added with a fond smile. "When she plays she is lively and confidant as the rest of them…"

"But still she is very shy…" Dís finished, watching the girl now clinging to her older sister's back.

"It took her a few days to speak to any of the newcomers one to one." Esmeralda confided with a smile.

Dís smiled honestly. "Then I am flattered."

For the rest of the short walk, Dís remained in the cheerful company of Kíli and Esmeralda, and she enjoyed it immensely. There was a part of her that still could not believe that her son was walking by her side with breath in his lungs and blood in his veins and life in his eyes, but slowly it was becoming less surreal. While surrounded by his friends – no, this was his family – Kíli seemed to relax, and it was yet another weight off of Dís' heart.

She liked Esmeralda a lot – the lass had a healthy balance of feisty and friendly, and it was remarkably easy to talk to her. However, even as she spoke with her son and his friend, Dís could not help but study each of Kíli's hobbits intently. There was a deep craving inside her heart to know everything she could discover about those her son had grown up with. Automatically she began with the children, for children's behaviour is often far simpler than that of adults.

She noticed that of Paladin's children, the oldest, Pearl, was the most like Fíli – she appeared both clever and calm, though with a fun streak, a friendly personality, and a desire to care for her younger siblings. Dís noticed that Pervinca was both gentler and fiercer, and odd little bundle of contradictions that reminded her a little of Lord Arnor's son, Alfr, and she noted that the amiable Nelly wielded words with surprising strength and a whole lot of attitude.

Soon they arrived at the meadow, a small, private place surrounded by trees and a small lake. It was gorgeous and peaceful, even with the squeals of playing children in the air, and Dís loved it.

Shortly into their conversation, a timid Pervinca approached and with the consent of an enthusiastic Paladin and Ellie, Dís began to teach the girl how to tame her beautiful curls. She enjoyed it immensely, having never had a daughter herself. Neither Fíli nor Kíli had ever had any interest in braiding – Fíli liked to have his hair 'just so', but he never experimented or changed the braids he wore. It was nice to teach a girl of these things.

As the day wore on, Dís continued to watch the children play and the adults talk even as she joined the conversation herself. It did not take long for Dís to decide that she liked all of them – they were friendly and entertaining and the children especially were very, very sweet. Each and every one of the hobbits treated the each and every one of the dwarves like friends – like family – which was comforting to see, especially since Dís had heard much of the wariness of hobbits.

Dís had a strong feeling that one or two of the little hobbits had favourites – Pippin spent most of his time in Fíli's lap or clinging to the golden haired prince's back, and it was clear that despite Fíli's lack of nepotism Dís could tell that her son had a soft spot for the adorable toddler. Furthermore, Nelly seemed very fond of Nori, though Dís could not quite tell what drew the nine year old to the far from talkative thief.

For the first time in decades, Dís felt peace seep into her bones and warm her heart as she socialised with her son and his family and she could scarcely believe that it could be that easy, but to the great relief of everyone involved it was. As the days ticked by, Dís slipped seamlessly into the makeshift family living in Bag End, growing fond of each and every member of Kíli's makeshift family along the way. She knew that soon a decision would have to be made and that whatever happened, someone would suffer a great loss, but she could not bring herself to dwell on that.

For Dís, daughter of Thráin, son of Thrór had left the ever growing burden she had carried since the death of her brother at the door of Bag End and she had no intention of hoisting it back onto her back and ruining this fragile paradise she was being given.

Like Nori and Bofur and Fíli before her, she had fallen in love with the land that had protected her son and she allowed herself to be lulled into the sense of security shared by the Shire folk. Like her kinsmen, Dís left her troubles outside of the door and enjoyed what peace she could while she was able.

Like everyone, therefore, she was completely unprepared for what was to come.

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