"Master Dwarf I swear if you pass by that doorway one more time, Your Highness I will not be responsible for my actions. I am trying to teach five children and hearing you clink, clinking is not helping!" Erestor doesn't yell, not because he is an Elf but because he is in front of his Library. And it is his library, he may be the main Steward to Lord Elrond but he also rules the library with an irony fist. The Dwarf king before him looks contrite enough so Erestor feels inclined to almost forgive him.
"If you wish to speak to Master Baggins then please, please for the love of Eru above just go in and talk to him softly!"
Thorin nod jerkily and Erestor suppresses a smug grin. He leads him into the library and Thorin tries to stop the clinking of his smaller weapons, he left Orcist in the room he claimed in a show of trust but he couldn't let go of the daggers. The Elf is glad that the larger weapon was left behind, he doubts Master Baggins would feel too comfortable with it on the Dwarf's person. He leaves the Dwarf standing awkwardly at the head of the table where Bilbo is immersed in a large book, one of the few they have over Dwarrows. Erestor leaves them but doesn't go far, the five children he was so adamant about teaching sneaking up as they gather to listen.
"Bilbo… I…"