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Tealeaves.
He had built his business around the dried remains of green leaves and he had been a booming success. From selling to his own king to having the goods transported across Arda there was no end in the demand for stock from Ri's Teas.
Then the dragon had came and he had not only lost his home, but his business as well and while Dori tried to tell himself that while his brothers were alive he wouldn't mourn the loss of something he had grown from a simple trade between friends he found himself longing for the day someone, anyone would appreciate just how much work he had found burnt to a cinder beneath the breath of a fire drake.
The only tea he drank for years was a healing brew made by Oin or a weak brew from the few leaves he managed to scavenge occasionally.
Then he had walked into a burrow in a place named The Shire, and he vaguely remembered the name from his trade reports. First he had found the young looking owner of the burrow had heard of his business and was actually excited about meeting him. Then he had been provided with a dark, sweet smelling tea, accompanied by a selection of sides he could add if he wished.
He swore as the hobbit stared down his (hopefully) soon-to-be king that one day he would resurrect Ri's Teas and Master Bilbo Baggins would have his tea, any tea he wished for, supplied free for the rest of his life.