Bilbo sits in his room clutching his wrist trying not to sob. Thorin is here. Why is he here!? Did he come here for him? No, there was no way… unless Elrond told him. But why would he do that. Why would his dear friend do that. He knew what happened between them. Thorin, the boys, the Company are here in Rivendell. He hears his door open but he ignores it. It's either the faunts or someone he doesn't want to talk to right now.
"I told ada that this was a bad idea. But you know him and his best intentions."
"The road to Morgoth is paved with best intentions."
Bilbo blearily looks up and sees Arwen and Tauriel standing in his doorway. They make a fine pair standing together. Arwen's star white dress and black hair blurring together with Tauriel's leaf green trouser outfit and red hair. Even their Marks match. To an untrained eye Tauriel's Mark might look like a cross but it's a star like flower to go with Arwen's Archer constellation. He opens his arms and Arwen runs to him gathering him into her arms. Tauriel stands guard next to them though her hand reaches down to stroke his hair.
"He only wants to help you. There were forces outside of Thorin's control. I make no excuses for any of them. Nor do I think you should forgive them so easily. But… at least listen?" Arwen whispers softly as he cries, letting out all his pain. He doesn't know what he wants. He wants to be angry, he is angry. He wants to scream and shout and cry. Hell he even wants to slap Thorin. There are so many emotions going through him he doesn't know what to do. Listen… Listen he can do. And after that he can make the harder choices.
His door opens once more and this time it is the faunts that climb up onto his bed to snuggle with him and Arwen. Estel stands by Tauriel longing to join in his eyes so Arwen pulls him in. Bilbo practically melts under all the love he is getting. Hobbits are very tactile and family based and it is very unfair of Arwen to use that against him.
"When you are ready face him," Tauriel says sitting down. She awkward, Legolas, and now Kili, are the only people she's ever been to tactile with after she was taken in by Thranduil. Bilbo nods, when he is ready.
"The twins are going to be betting on this aren't they?" his voice is muffled and he's trying to lighten the mood. Arwen sighs a sigh that comes with being mentally older than her older brothers since the age of ten.
"Probably.
He laughs weakly.