I don't own The Hobbit. If I did, a lot of things would be different. like Bagginshield would be canon and..anyway, enjoy and don't forget to review!xx
I spy our Hobbit. He's watching an Elf play a harp, amazement sparkling in his eyes. He should see Uncle play. That would please them both, no doubt. The Elf's delicate fingers (Disgusting looking things. Even mine look better than that and they're hardly indelicate. Still, Neoma seemed to like them.) strum across the instrument. Bilbo's little tiny fingers (His are fine, he's a small person, he's not supposed to have big strong hands.) mimic the movements of the Elf's and I finally have enough. Balin had been telling the truth when he'd said we had a problem. The most difficult part would be hiding it from Uncle, but we'd have to try our best.
"Bilbo!" I shout and the Elf misses a string, messing up its melody. Haha. It looks at me sulkily and glides off. Bilbo looks sad.
"I do wish you'd not frighten the Elves."
"Sorry." I give him a light punch on the arm (it has to be light, he bruises and bleeds really easily) and smile as he returns it. He's fast becoming one of us, no matter what Uncle occasionally mutters. Ah, Uncle. You love the Halfling, but one day you'll have to show it. No more hiding.
"Kili?" He's pulling my sleeve. "It's fine, really. Don't be worried."
Aww. He looks like a concerned squirrel as he tells me this. "Hey, come with me." I tell him. Before he says yes, I latch onto his arm and drag him off to find Fili.
Fili
Can a Dwarf not relax in peace? It's bad enough having those stupid tree-shaggers prancing about, playing harps and singing their stuipid Elf songs, sounding like a group of angels...err, whining dogs and now Kili's trampling over, bellowing like a bull, hauling our poor burglar with him, too. At least he's safe from the Elves.
Kili drops himself onto my knees, hauling the Hobbit down too. Bilbo squawks in protest and tries to get back up (I can't say I blame him. Kili doesn't have the most comfortable of laps. I had a nightmare once and he, just trying to be kind, held me in his arms until I slept. It was quite nice, but I'm never telling him that. Give him a compliment and he becomes so conceited, it's unbelievable.)
"Hey, Bilbo." Kili says loudly. "Is this what lovers do?"
If ever he grows a beard, I'm going to strangle him with it. Bilbo's little pointed ears are going red. "Umm, not really."
"But I thought in Hobbit culture, they held each other when they get married or become lovers." Kili complains. Sweet Mahal, I'm going to kill him. Bilbo is horrified.
"Well," he clears his throat. "If a Hobbit hugs another from behind," he coughs, "that's what lovers tend to do."
"Is it because it makes it easier to fu-"
"KILI!" I bellow. The Halfling looks so appalled and his ears are so red, I'm worried they might start flowing blood.
He can't speak. He's just opening and closing his little mouth and staring at Kili and, oh by Durin, I will wound Kili, I swear it. "Bilbo, you don't have to answer that question." I tell him. "Right, Kili?"
"Oh, fine." he grumbles. "Bilbo, this now," he gestures at the way we're all piled on each other. If Kili were to lie on his side he'd be laying on me, though once the Hobbit goes, I'm throwing my arse of a brother into the pond. "Is this also how lovers hold each other?"
"N-no." Bilbo stammers. "It's more of a family hold."
Interesting. It's sort of similar with Dwarves. This is how parents or older sibling hold little Dwarrowlings (like Kili. That bugger.)
"Ah." Kili relaxes. "Good. Uncle would skin me if it was a romantic thing."
"Why?" Bilbo asks curiously.
Kili looks suddenly very worried. Probably remembering that we're not to tell Bilbo that Uncle likes him until Uncle, to quote Bofur, gets his head out of his arse. He used politer language, but the same sentiment was in it.
"Uhm...it's not important. We have to go, now." He lifts the Hobbit out of his lap (I see Bilbo sigh a quiet breath of relief) and then hauls me up. "See you later!"
And with that I am hauled off by my fool of a brother. I wonder what to do about the Elves. We never got to talk to Bilbo about them. Who could talk to him?