MMMG: Oh wow! 26 reviews? Am I reading that right? Yes! 26 reviews! Oh I love you guys so much, I'm posting chapter 10 for you!
Okay, I've made a couple of edits in the last two chapters that are important.
1st, I've moved the date of the Trollshaws further down, from May 25th and 26th to June 6th and 7th. Why? Because there is no way that Thorin will stay in Rivendell for more than two weeks unless someone is seriously injured. My original timeline had them staying for like, 4 weeks before Elrond read the map, so that needed to get changed.
2nd, When Thorin gives Bilbo Deathless, I originally wrote that Thorin was practically proclaiming Bilbo was kin, but that was an oops. For a dwarf to give someone a weapon the way Thorin did, that's one of the ways they can say, "I would like to court you". They use this method when they don't have access of a forge to make something from metal or stone.
On another note, I've decided to add the Dwalin x Nori pairing. I watch the movies and keep seeing those two next to each other, (Dwalin bumping dishes to Nori in Bag End, Nori sitting next to Dwalin in Rivendell, Dwalin pulling Nori out from under the Goblin King after Gandalf disembowels him, running from Smaug in Erebor, you get the idea). So I've decided to add our guard and thief to the romance mix.
XxBlabberMouthxX: Current pairings are Bilbo x Thorin, Fíli x Kíli, and I've also just added Dwalin x Nori.
Malo919: More popcorn coming up! Hope you like this next part, cause I have a hard time not squealing every time I read it, and I'm the one who wrote it!
Killer-Fangirl: You're right, Thorin is completely in love with Bilbo. And I just couldn't leave Myrtle to get eaten by wargs, I love that pony too much.
Alaiana Potter: Thorin doesn't like Bilbo, he loves Bilbo, and yes, he knows it. And none of the dwarves need to guess it. See the second edit up there as to why.
Nataly S. Potter: Not completely, it will just get down to Gandalf the White sized. And remember, I warned that there would be mild Gandalf bashing. Just to make you happy, there is little to none in this chapter. But it will pick up again, probably at Beorn's house.
Goldenhartedvamp: Bilbo decided not to tell anyone unless he has their complete trust, or the One Ring gets destroyed, whichever came first. Stated in chapter 2, or 3, but I think it's 2.
FanFiction Queen: Glad to help. And who doesn't scream when Thorin cuddles Bilbo? Not me. -squeals-
Islandwitch: Glad you like my portrayal of Bilbo. As much as I'm okay with him being a kick-ass hobbit warrior, he's still a hobbit. That always needs to come first.
MMMG: I don't own the Hobbit or anything else that may have come from another Bagginshield writer. Enjoy the chapter!
Chapter 10
As much as Thorin glared, it did nothing to stop the snickers from several members of the company every time they looked back at him and the hobbit currently sleeping in his arms. Then again, he had brought it upon himself by giving Bilbo Deathless. By giving Bilbo his sword, Thorin was basically stating that he wanted to court Bilbo, but their burglar didn't know that. But he would soon if the rest of the dwarves didn't stop their infernal chuckles at Thorin's current actions.
Gandalf had remained oblivious to it all, very surprisingly. He seemed more concerned about getting the remaining maroon color out of his robes then the latest dwarf gossip.
After glaring at Dwalin, the smirking bastard, for the 26th time in an hour, Thorin shifted his attention to the sleeping Bilbo. He knew his face softened every time he looked at the halfling, and sometimes a small smile would reach his lips.
Like all races of Middle-Earth, the dwarves were 'pre-destined' to have just one person that truly and wholly completed them, thought they could happily married others if they could not find that one, like so many were unable to do. Their One, their Ze. Their Kurdel ra Umúradel, their Heart of Hearts and Soul of Souls.
The first time he and Bilbo had made eye contact back at the pasture in the Shire, something inside Thorin had simply sung with joy. And Thorin knew… he knew that Bilbo was his Ze. At first he denied it. After all, why would the royal line of Durin have a Kurdel that was not a dwarf? But as time went by, Bilbo had proved himself, first by agreeing to come on the quest even after he had no warning, second by the little things he did around camp, and third in his unwavering care for all of the dwarves, but not being a mother hen about it.
Bilbo would coax shy Ori out of his shell, roughhouse with Fíli and Kíli, talk food and tea with Bombur and Dori, and medicine with Óin, helped Glóin gather firewood, attempted to carve, and was actually doing fairly well, with Bofur and Bifur, nicking things off of Nori when Nori nicked things off of him and then the two laughed about it later, discuss old books and maps with Balin, attempted a wrestling match with Dwalin, and lasted a good while before he lost, and just simply being there when Thorin unknowingly needed him the most.
Thorin could no longer deny that Bilbo was his Umúradel, especially after the trolls. Bilbo could have been hurt when he pushed Fíli, Kíli, and Ori down and allowed himself to be grabbed to keep them safe from harm, but he did it anyway. As soon as possible, even if he had to ask… the elves if he could use their forge, Thorin would make Bilbo a hair bead made of some metal he always had on him, and officially state his intentions to court him.
"Bilbo."
Bilbo sighed as his name was called. Time to get up already? He had only just gotten asleep. Did he have to air out the bed sheets today? He was certain it was Frodo's turn.
"Wake up, Kurdûh."
Wait… Frodo never called him that before. In fact, he wasn't even sure what Kurdûh meant. The voice was deeper than Frodo's, so it wasn't Frodo who was talking to him. Peeling his eyes open, Bilbo was greeted to the sight of someone's neck and black beard. Then it all came rushing back.
"Oh!" Bilbo gasped, sat up a tad too quick, and ended up slumping against Thorin's chest again as his head spun.
"Easy Bilbo." Thorin's voice soothed as the world stopped spinning. "According to Gandalf, we're nearly there. I thought you'd rather be awake when greeted by the elves instead of them thinking you were no more than a sleeping lump."
"Thank you." Bilbo nodded his head and slowly sat up straight, grateful that the world stayed the right way this time.
Bilbo shivered as they passed through the boundary magic that surrounded the Last Homely House east of the sea. He had no idea why he could feel the powerful magic. Maybe it was because he had been destined to find the One Ring, and therefore was naturally sensitive to the magic from the other rings of power.
"There's light ahead!" Glóin called back.
Bilbo looked up as Bungo exited the tunnel, blinking a few time to let his eyes readjust to sunlight. There it was. Built on a cliff face that had waterfalls running down into the city, and trees planted just about everywhere, the Valley of Imladris. Rivendell.
"I can't believe that Gandalf would have led us here without warning." Thorin huffed. "It's humiliating enough, having to seek refuge with the enemy."
"Have you ever heard the phrase, 'My enemy's enemy is my friend'?" Bilbo asked.
"Once or twice." Thorin admitted as he dismounted from Bungo.
"Dwarves and Elves both have an enemy of the orcs, so that makes you 'acquaintances'." Bilbo, still on top of the pony, explained. "You should at least be able to be civil with one another during our short time here."
"The elves will not give our quest there blessing." Thorin brooded. "They will try to stop us."
"Which is why we keep our mouths shut about it and let Gandalf do the talking to get us a meal and beds tonight." Bilbo replied.
Thorin looked at him with an emotion Bilbo was unable to identify. It made Bilbo a little uncomfortable since he had prided himself on being able to tell what Thorin was thinking by his eyes, and now he couldn't even guess what was going through Thorin's head.
"What would I do without you?" Thorin sighed as he led Bungo after the rest of the dwarves who had begun to follow Gandalf further into the valley.
"Well, you would be fighting for your life against orc and wargs right now." Bilbo replied smartly.
"Smartass." Thorin grumbled, but his lips were turned up in a smile.
"Why thank you." Bilbo bowed as best he could from atop Bungo's back. "I made sure I wore those pants today just to annoy you."
What happened next startled everyone. Thorin threw back his head… and laughed. It was a deep loud laugh that made Bilbo feel like laughing along, but was in too much shock to actually do so. Thorin Oakenshield, head of the 'I have a stick up my arse so I'm going to brood about it' club, was laughing. Eru Ilúvatar, would wonders never cease?
"Is that uncle?" Kíli asked, still mounted on Myrtle at Fíli's insistence.
"Yeah." Fíli nodded, wide eyes staring at his mother's brother.
All of the dwarves stared at Thorin before looking at Bilbo, who was just as shocked as they were. Gandalf walked back to the two as Thorin's laugh diminished to chuckles, and then stopped all together once he caught sight of the gray wizard.
"Yes?" Thorin asked in his normal grumpy voice.
"Is everything alright?" Gandalf asked.
"Everything is fine." Thorin replied stiffly.
To be honest, Thorin had not meant to start laughing like that. But once he acknowledged the fact that Bilbo was his Kurdel, it felt as if a large burden had been rolled off of his shoulders, and not even the thought that their next round of aid was coming from the elves could ruin the good feeling that he had. The feeling that came from the thought that he and Bilbo could be courting before they left this elf filled valley.
"If you're sure." Gandalf replied. "As you may know, talking with the elves needs to be handled with tact, respect, and no small degree of charm."
"You do the talking." Thorin replied with a glare, as if saying the words left a bitter taste in his mouth.
"Which is why- oh?" Gandalf looked at Thorin surprised before the dwarf marched past leading Bungo, with Bilbo still riding.
Everyone was openly staring at Thorin in shock, and Bilbo could say that some of them were even gawking. When they looked to him for clarification, all the poor hobbit could do was shrug. Very soon, they were crossing the bridge that lead to the open courtyard. Bilbo had seen the architecture before many times, but that didn't stop him from looking for a few seconds.
Once Thorin stopped walking, Bilbo dismounted and stood at his shoulder to make sure he wouldn't say or do anything stupid once Lord Elrond arrived. Several elves came over and offered to take the ponies off their hands, which they did once all of the supplies were unloaded.
"Mithrandir!" Lindir, Elrond's steward and one of his minstrels, called as he descended the staircase.
"Ah, Lindir." Gandalf greeted.
"Lastannem i athrannedh i Vruinen." Lindir replied.
"He said, 'We heard you had crossed into the Valley'." Bilbo whispered to Thorin, who seemed pleased at Bilbo's quick translation.
"I must speak with Lord Elrond." Gandalf told the brown haired elf.
"My Lord Elrond is not here." Lindir replied.
"Oh, not here?" Gandalf questioned. "Where is he?"
Lindir opened his mouth to reply when the same elvish horn that sounded when they elves attacked the orcs sounded again. The elf closed his mouth as Bilbo turned to see the horses the elves were riding crossing the bridge.
"I'm moving." Bilbo said and quickly trotted over to stand by Gandalf and Lindir.
Ori, he has got to be the only one with some common sense, followed Bilbo has Thorin watched with a bewildered look. Before he turned to see the horses charging towards them and reacted as a dwarf did when they were being charged at.
"Ifridî bekâr! (Ready weapons!)" Thorin shouted and the rest of the dwarves got in a tight circle. "Close ranks!"
Bilbo rolled his eyes at the dwarves while Ori watched sympathetically as his kin were surrounded by horses' that were way taller than they were. Bilbo had hoped that Fíli and Kíli would have gotten out of the way since Kíli was still feeling a bit worn down, but they had been pulled into the center of the circle of dwarves by their uncle and Dwalin.
Soon the horses stopped, and moving quickly, Bilbo slipped through the equines, never been more grateful to be short as he ducked a horse's head and neck, Ori following and getting pulled into the circle by Dori. Very quickly he was back at Thorin's side and spotted Lord Elrond atop his black steed.
"Gandalf." Elrond called to the wizard before dismounting.
"Ah, Lord Elrond." Gandalf greeted with a smile and a brief bow. "Mellon nin. (My friend.) Mo evínedh? (Where have you been?)"
"Gandalf inquired to Lord Elrond's whereabouts." Bilbo whispered as Elrond dismounted and replied.
"Farannem 'lamhoth i udul o charad. " Elrond said. "Dagannem rim na Iant Vedui."
"We've been hunting a pack of Orcs that came up from the South." Bilbo kept translating. "We slew a number near the Hidden Pass."
"Strange for orcs to come so near our borders." Elrond said in the common tongue as he passed an orc weapon to Lindir. "Something, or someone, has drawn them near."
"That may have been us." Gandalf said, sounding a bit embarrassed.
"That was us." Bilbo snorted.
Elrond looked directly at him and the weapons he carried before a smile broke out on his face. Walking over to Bilbo, Elrond knelt down and gently touched his forehead to Bilbo's in a very ancient but traditional hobbit greeting.
"Welcome to Rivendell Bilbo Baggins, child of Belladonna." Elrond said as he pulled away.
"You knew my mother?" Bilbo asked.
"And you as well." Elrond replied as his smile became very smirk-like. "I helped your mother welcome you into this world."
"Oh!" Bilbo's eyes went wide and his face flushed as several elves and dwarves snickered at his expense. "I never knew that."
"Now you do." Elrond nodded. "You bear her bow well."
"Thank you." Bilbo nodded his head as the Elf Lord stood back up and looked to the broody looking dwarf next to Bilbo.
"Welcome Thorin, son of Thráin." Elrond greeted.
"I do not believe we have met." Thorin said politely.
"Unless Lord Elrond was present at your birth to." Bofur whispered loudly, earning more chuckles from all there as Thorin glared at the miner.
"While we have not met, I knew your grandfather when he was king under the mountain." Elrond clarified as the elf riders rode off the stable their mounts. "You have his bearing."
"Indeed." Thorin replied. "I don't recall him ever mentioning you."
Bilbo sighed in relief. Thorin was not being a rude arse like he had last time. In fact, he sounded a touch curious, but also a bit peeved. Probably because of the way Elrond greeted him, in a traditional hobbit greeting.
"Nartho i noer, toltho i viruvor." Elrond instructed, and Lindir walked up the steps to obey. "Boe i annam vann a nethail vin."
"That sounds absolutely lovely." Bilbo sighed as his stomach gave a loud rumble, making Elrond's mouth twitch in amusement.
"What did you say?" Kíli asked the elf lord.
"Mr. Baggins seems to be able to translate just fine." Elrond smiled as he started up the stairs.
"Light the fires, bring forth the wine." Bilbo translated, although he was blushing at the praise as well as being caught. "We must feed our guests."
"That does sound good." Fíli agreed. "Please lead on."
"I can't wait to try the meat pies mother described." Bilbo said as Lord Elrond led them to the rooms they would be staying in so they could freshen up.
"I'll make sure that some are there." Elrond promised.
"What about the venison roasts?" Bilbo asked eagerly. "Will there be any of those?"
"Yes." Elrond chuckled. "Here are your rooms."
"Thank you." Bilbo bowed before everyone went inside.
"What was that about?" Thorin asked, a bit angrily, as soon as the door closed.
"What was what about?" Bilbo asked, confused.
"Him touching his forehead to yours." Thorin clarified.
"Oh, that's a traditional hobbit greeting." Bilbo nodded his head as he understood. "You dwarves smash foreheads, hobbits gently touch foreheads. He probably learned it from my mother."
Thorin calmed down after hearing the explanation. In dwarven culture, touching foreheads was reserved for kin and your spouse, but it seemed that it was a little different for hobbits. Lord Elrond was not trying to stake a claim on his Umúradel.
The bathing area was a relief for the dwarves, though they didn't have the time to make full use of it. They only had enough time to put on a change of clothes that didn't smell like sheep/trolls and sweat. Bilbo took off his weapons, except for Sting, and had Thorin bring Orcrist along as well.
Lindir showed them the way to the dining hall. It looked the same as the last time this had happened. Two low tables between the pedestal that Bofur had/would dance on and Frodo had/would place the One Ring on and another table a upon a higher dais. Except this time, there were six chairs around the High Table instead of three. The musicians were already playing their instruments, reminding Bilbo of another detail.
"Kíli." Bilbo whispered as he snagged the prince's elbow. "I wouldn't recommend you try flirting with any of the elves here. They aren't overly fond of dwarves."
"Okay." Kíli nodded before following Fíli again, scraping his plan to make his Ze jealous.
"Master Baggins." Elrond said as he and Gandalf showed. "If it is alright with you, you may join myself, Gandalf, and Master Thorin, and my children at the High Table tonight."
"I would be honored." Bilbo replied, though the main reason he was joining the High Table was to give Thorin a companion.
Elladan and Elrohir, the twin sons of Elrond, eating with them was a new twist. Arwen was currently in Lothlorien, so she wasn't present, and young Aragon, aka Estel at this current stage of his life, was only 10 years of age and unable to join the High Table.
"These are my sons, Elladan and Elrohir." Elrond introduced his twins, and the two bowed before they all sat down to dine.
Gandalf sat at Elrond's right, his robes still having a layer of maroon color in them. Thorin sat to Elrond's left and Bilbo sat at Thorin's left. Elladan and Elrohir sat between Bilbo and Gandalf, the mischief in their eyes immediately reminding Bilbo of Fíli and Kíli.
The rest of the dwarves sat at the other two tables available. Nori, Dwalin, Óin, Bofur, Kíli, and Bifur were at one table, and Balin, Fíli, Bombur, Dori, Ori, and Glóin were seated at the other table, but all of the dwarves immediately began to dig into the meat set upon the tables. Yes, Bilbo did feel a bit smug at 'tricking' the elves into serving the dwarves meat, but perhaps it would cause less damage to any furniture in the later days of their stay.
Bilbo immediately went for the meat pies on the table, the food having been a favorite of his in his last lifetime. Chomping down, Bilbo gave a soft moan while his eyes closed in bliss as the familiar taste ran across his palate. Eru Ilúvatar, take him now! He would die happy.
"Based on your reaction, the meat pies are delicious." Elrond noted.
Bilbo didn't reply. He just grabbed the platter that held the meat pies and set it on top of his plate, glaring at everyone who would dare take the wonderful food from him. The meat pies were his! Everyone else could eat salad.
"That would be a yes." Thorin sighed as a smile tugged at his lips, watching as Bilbo actually slapped Elrohir's wrist when he tried to sneak a meat pie from under Bilbo's nose. "You never get between a hobbit and the food he wants to eat. Ever. Fíli and Kíli learned that lesson the hard way."
"Oh?" Elrond raised an eyebrow in questioning manner.
"Due to what followed their attempt, let's just say that I can never look at yarn and pink flowers the same ever again." Thorin replied as he suppressed a shudder.
"They should have known better by then." Bilbo replied.
"Mt. Doom hath no fury like keeping a hobbit from his food." Elrond recited.
"Couldn't you have told us sooner?" Elrohir grumbled as he rubbed his stinging wrist.
"You know better than to take food from a guest." Elrond scolded.
"Indeed." Elladan agreed.
"And you're not better." Elrond gave his youngest a glared as Bilbo kicked him and took back the meat pie he had taken.
"Elves eat meat?" Bofur asked, looking up to the High Table as he placed some venison on his plate. "I was under the impression you were herbivores."
"Vegetarian, Bofur." Bilbo corrected. "The term is vegetarian."
"Yeah, that." Bofur nodded, still looking for an answer.
"While we do prefer our vegetables, elves will eat meat when the mood strikes us." Elladan replied. "We mostly enjoy fish, but on the occasion we will hunt for a deer or wild boar."
"Oh." Ori hummed, his hands twitching, just wishing he had his journal with him.
"Lord Elrond, I feel that I should tell you that there are three new and ugly statues of trolls not far from your borders." Bilbo said.
"Trolls?" Elrond asked in surprise.
"Yes." Bilbo nodded. "We had the unfortunate pleasure of nearly being eaten by them last night."
"Will you please tell me what happened?" Elrond asked.
So Bilbo told the tale. He wished he could have told the fight of how it happened last lifetime to spare Fíli and Kíli the humiliation, but he couldn't, so he kept his voice low so none of the musicians would hear and torment them later. And he also swore Elladan and Elrohir to secrecy as well, remembering the pranks the two had come up with during his stay in Rivendell last lifetime after his 111th birthday.
He told how he discovered the trolls and the Durin princes' capture, the fight and him getting caught, -here Thorin interjected that he was caught keeping the boys and Ori safe from harm-, the sacks and spit, and the stalling for time until Gandalf split the rock and turned the trolls to stone. And also what happened to the farmer's family.
"At least the poor souls were properly laid to rest." Elrohir sighed in sadness.
"Yes, they are." Bilbo agreed before continuing, holding up Sting to be examined. "We also found three elvish swords in a nearby troll-hoard. Gandalf claims that they all were made in Gondolin."
"Indeed they were." Elrond nodded as he looked Sting over. "This was the dagger of Turgon, King of Gondolin, and my great-great-grandfather. This small blade was made shortly before his death, but he never got the chance to name it."
"Wow." Bilbo whispered.
"Use it well, young hobbit." Elrond said as he returned the blade. "This dagger is a good sword for one of your race."
"Thank you." Bilbo nodded his head while Thorin offered Orcrist to Elrond.
"This is Orcrist, the Goblin Cleaver." Elrond said in wonder. "A famous blade made in Gondolin by the High Elves of the west. May it serve you well."
Thorin nodded his head as Elrond gave the blade back to him. He had actually expected the elf to keep the blade for himself, so this was a pleasant surprise. Elrond picked up the final sword, since Gandalf's hands were a little full of his cup of red wine.
"And this is Glamdring, the Foe-Hammer." Elrond nodded his head upon seeing it was still in excellent condition. "Sword of Turgon, King of Gondolin. All of these blades were made for the Goblin Wars of the First Age."
"And they all were lost in the Fall of Gondolin?" Bilbo asked, even though he knew the answer.
"Correct." Elrond replied. "I am curious as to how they ended up in that troll-hoard, but we'll most likely never know."
"Are troll-hoards supposed to exist around here?" Bilbo asked.
"No." Gandalf shook his head with a grave look. "They haven't ventured this far south for over an age, when a darker power ruled this land."
"If you're trying to give me goose bumps, try harder." Bilbo smirked. "I think Fíli and Kíli's story of their mother chills me a bit more right now."
"And with good reason." Thorin shuddered.
The story had actually been about Thorin teaching the boys how to skin/scale animals they had caught and killed for supper. They had done a good job with the cleaning of the rabbits and fish… right on Dis's brand new kitchen table. Needless to say, all three spent the next few weeks sleeping outside. In the middle of winter.
"Can I please have a meat pie?" Elrohir begged.
"Of course." Bilbo replied as gave the elf three. "All you had to do was ask."
The elf twins stared at Bilbo like he had grown another head while Thorin, though highly amused since Bilbo had done the same to Fíli and Kíli at the start of their journey, shook his head with a neutral expression. Elrond was doing the same before he took in the sight of all of is unexpected dinner guests again.
"13 dwarves and a hobbit." Elrond mused as he sipped some wine. "Interesting traveling companions you have Gandalf."
"These are the decedents of the house of Durin." Gandalf replied.
"That's not true." Bofur called, Bifur and Bofur nodding. "We're from the Broadbeam clan, not the Longbeard clan."
"Change the tune, why don't you?" Nori asked the harpist. "I feel like I'm at a funeral."
"Did somebody die?" Óin asked, his ear trumpet stuffed with a napkin to dampen the elven music.
"Alright, lads." Bofur grinned and stood up. "There's only one thing for it."
"Oh no." Bilbo groaned as Bofur climbed atop the pedestal, for the second time, and started to sing.
Thorin groaned and placed his head in his hands. He knew he forgot to lecture the company about something before they left the room, and as is turned out, it was manners. Everyone else began to sing along and toss the vegetables about, making Thorin wince. Some movements made Thorin look up to see that Bilbo, while dodging food, had grabbed Fíli and Kíli by the scruff of their clothes and dragged the two up to the High Table.
And then he went back into the fray as the song finished. Bofur yelped when Bilbo had pushed the miner off of his pedestal and glared at him.
"Where are your manners, all of you?" Bilbo demanded angrily. "Back in Ered Luin?"
The dwarves all shrunk down in shame and in fear at the angry hobbit. They had only seen Bilbo angry once, and that was when Fíli and Kíli had stolen his dinner rations. It was still a sight they never wanted to see again, but their own actions had dug them into a hole. A deep hole.
"Would you do this if Thorin invited you to dine in his home?" Bilbo demanded, earning some meager shakes of the head. "No, you wouldn't. You would show him respect because you were a guest in a king's home. We are guests in Lord Elrond's home, and here I find you are no better behaved then a pack of orcs!"
Everyone was stunned at the hobbit's ferociousness, even Thorin. While he didn't like Bilbo defending the tree-shaggers, he did understand that his kin's manners in a Lord's home were abominable and needed correction. It coming from Bilbo was an amazing thing since the hobbit really didn't anger about much, except for taking his food.
"We're sorry." Bofur whimpered.
"It's not me you need to apologize to." Bilbo corrected.
"We are terribly sorry for disrespecting the food and hospitality you have shown us." Bofur said to Elrond. "If there is any way we can make amends, please let us know."
"You'll be making amends alright." Bilbo said as he walked over to an elf that had brought some cleaning supplies when the food started getting tossed and gave Bofur a broom. "Start sweeping."
Bofur took the broom while the rest of the dwarves, aside from Thorin, went to fetch a cleaning item from the elf to join their kin in cleaning up their mess. Bilbo nodded in approval before pushing Fíli and Kíli to join.
"Don't think I didn't see the rolls and salad you two tossed." Bilbo scolded at their protests, effectively silencing them.
"Very effective, Master Baggins." Elrond nodded his head once Bilbo rejoined the High Table.
"You just have to learn how to get a point across." Bilbo replied with a shrug.
"Did you have to compare us to an orc pack?" Thorin asked.
"Would you prefer it if I said a warg's arse?" Bilbo asked with a raised eyebrow, earning a few snickers at his response.
Thorin conceded as the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. Oh, how he wanted to just scoop Bilbo up and hold him close, but he couldn't. Not yet. First, he had to ask Lord Elrond for permission to use his forge.
Thorin had a hair bead to make.
MMMG: Okay, as you've noticed, I've inserted some Khuzdul in this chapter. And while I'm sure not of it is accurate, the translations are as close as I can get with the sources I have. Thank you The Darrow Scholar for all your hard work with the Neo-Khuzdul dictionary!
Ze- One
Kurdel ra Umúradel- Heart of Hearts and Soul of Souls
Kurdel- Heart of Hearts
Umúradel- Soul of Souls
Kurdûh- My heart
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