Author's Note: So, I have been feeling bad that I haven't posted anything and decided that maybe this little one shot would be nice. At least until I can post the next chapter of Red Coat. I might consider turning this into a multichapter if enough people want it to be. Please enjoy! Oh, and this is a Modern AU.

"Oi! That's a penalty ref!"

"What! That's nothing but stupid lie, Lobelia!"

Bilbo smiled as he watched his cousin go at it with another soccer mom. Somedays he wondered why she hadn't been arrested for assault yet. He knew the answer though. It was because she was partly a Baggins, and that gave her a very respectable name.

"Uncle Bilbo! Come on, we have to hurry if we're going to get to the game in time!"

Looking down at the crystal blue eyes of his nephew, Bilbo smiled at the adorable pout on Frodo's face. "Of course. Why don't you go over and ask Fili and Kili's mom to come help me get the snacks out of the trunk of the car?"

Nodding, Frodo immediately set off in a run to go find Dis Durin, the head soccer mom of the Warriors, a mighty name for a team of 8-9 year olds. She was a fierce lady, one who had immediately taken Bilbo in when he had agreed to be Frodo's 'soccer mom'. Shaking his head, he remembered how Primula had practically begged him to do this for her, citing a busy work schedule. He didn't really mind however, enjoying the time he spent with his nephew. With his new job at the history museum, he rarely got to spend time with family. Part of him was glad that he didn't have to spend all of his free time with the families of the Shire neighborhood. Sighing, he reached into his trunk, struggling with the heavy cooler filled with drinks for the boys.

"Do you need some help with that?"

That deep, slightly amused voice was definitely not the voice of Dis. But it did send shivers down Bilbo's spine. Turning, he stared open mouthed at the tall broad man in front of him. He had long black hair that was streaked with white, but that only made him seem even more ruggedly handsome. He wore a dark expensive looking suit, which stood out against the deep green grass of the fields. He had a cropped beard that had a few beads in it, like the ones holding his braids in his ebony hair. Must be a family thing, as Dis and the boys have them as well. His deep blue shirt contrasted nicely with his lightly tanned skin and his crystal blue eyes, which were staring into Bilbo's own green ones. Bilbo had never seen such a handsome man and was immediately entranced. So much so that-

"-at home sick."

Bilbo shook himself out of his thoughts when he realized that the handsome man in front of him had been speaking. To him. "I beg your pardon?"

A smirk graced the former's lips and he said, "I said that I'm Thorin and Dis called me to bring the boys to the game. She's at home sick."

"Oh. Well, it's a pleasure to meet you; I'm Bilbo," Bilbo stuttered. He could feel the man's stare and he tried to not pay attention to the stare on his probably flaming face.

"Likewise. Now, allow me to help," he said smoothly. He reached into the back of the car and pulled out the cooler as if it was a feather. Picking his jaw up from the ground -after all that thing weighed as much as his great aunt Gertrude- Bilbo grabbed the bag of goodie bags he was gonna give to the kids. He had spent all night long making them and he couldn't wait to see the expressions on Kili and Fili's faces when they saw the miniature leather dragons he had Bofur create. Something told him that they would appreciate them as much as Frodo appreciated the ones he had.

"What are those for?"

"It's the last game of the season. Dis asked me to make the goodie bags and she was gonna make her 'too serious for his own good' brother host the party at his house," Bilbo replied, chuckling lightly.

Beside him, Thorin was smirking as they walked towards field E. "Is that so? Do you know what this brother of hers does?"

"Haven't the faintest idea. But must be pretty hard if he's always so serious," Bilbo said naively, too busy checking his satchel for Frodo's sunscreen. "Still, the guy should find some time to enjoy life."

"I'll try it some time," Thorin said sarcastically, enjoying it when Bilbo came to a sudden stop beside him. The smaller man stared at him in shock and embarrassment before two little bodies came flying and clinging to the legs of Thorin.

"Uncle Thorin! Uncle Thorin!" came the chants of Fili and Kili. They were wearing their navy blue soccer jerseys, their long hair braided back in order not to get in the way when they play. Kili detached himself from his uncle's legs in order to throw his arms around Bilbo's still form. The quiet man barely had time to avoid falling, laughing quietly as the energetic Kili chatted animatedly about his new toy arch that his Uncle Thorin got him.

"Uncle Bilbo! The Mirkwood Elves are here and I said hi to Legolas!" Frodo screamed gleefully before imitating Kili's action and jumping on his uncle. This time Bilbo did fall, landing painfully on his rear end.

"Kili, Frodo, would you two mind getting off?" Bilbo asked kindly, but he leveled them both with a stern look that sent them scrambling off. Looking up, he sees that Thorin is having a difficult time preventing Fili from attempting to climb onto his shoulders.

Pulling the golden-haired child off him, Thorin gently set Fili down next to his grinning brother before the two grabbed onto the cooler and pulled (struggled) it over to the benches where the other teammates were. He reached down and helped Bilbo up. Then he watched in amusement as Bilbo fussed over Frodo, lathering the boy up with enough sunscreen to probably cover the entire team.

"Now remember, if you feel like it's too hot or if something hurts-"

"Tell Coach Beorn or face Mommy's wrath," Frodo finished glumly, fidgeting as he was his teammates beginning to run drills. He wanted to be playing, not having sunscreen put on him.

Bilbo chuckled softly before planting a kiss on Frodo's forehead. "Alright, alright. No one's gonna say that I don't know when I'm a bother. Go on."

Frodo took off like a rocket, quickly grabbing his ball and kicking it to Kili. Wiping his hands on his handkerchief, Bilbo glanced up when he heard a deep chuckle. Thorin had rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, showing off hairy and toned arms that looked like they could take on even Ori's boyfriend Dwalin. And Dwalin was covered in tattoos! Trying to remember that it wasn't proper to drool, Bilbo cleared his throat and said, "Are you staying to watch the game?"

"Sure. Want to sit with me?" Thorin said with a smirk. If Dis had been there, she would have recognized the mischief in the grin, the very mischief her sons inherited and squealed with joy.

Bilbo blushed at the words. Thorin obviously wasn't asking out of etiquette; and Bilbo didn't think he minded. Of course, he had long since known that he felt more incline towards his own gender than the fairer, and Thorin was someone who definitely deserved to be admired. As they walked to the bleachers, Bilbo couldn't help but be in awe of the way Thorin walked. He strolled as if he had not a care in the world and yet managed to look as if he could beat someone up in a moment's notice.

Once they sat down, Bilbo noticed a dark haired man coming towards them. Smiling at Elrond, he moved to stand up. Only to be stopped when Thorin put his hand on his knee quite firmly. Glancing at his now hardened expression, Bilbo just shrugged (squealed on the inside) and waved at the approaching slender man.

Elrond watched curiously at the scene before him. Now what is Thorin Durin doing with Bilbo? This out to be interesting. I wonder if Primula and Dis had anything to do with this. "Good afternoon, Bilbo. I see that your boy is playing against Legolas."

"Frodo said he saw him. I thought that Legolas was gonna quit?"

"He was, but my brother decided it would be best for the boy to stay in one more year." His eyes slid over to Thorin, acknowledging the man with a deep nod. "Mr. Durin, it's been quite some time."

"Yes, well, I didn't know Thandruil's son played on the Mirkwood Elves," Thorin said stonily, his eyes hardening.

Ignoring Bilbo's questioning stare at him, Elrond pretended to agree with the larger man. "I didn't know that your nephews played either. Today is filled with surprises isn't it, Mr. Durin?"

Feeling awkward in the suddenly tense atmosphere, Bilbo looked over Elrond's shoulder and said, "I think Celebrían is calling for you, Elrond. Maybe we can catch up later at the museum. You have an exhibit coming up don't you?"

"Oh, I see Celebrían now. Yes, I believe I shall see you Monday at the museum, Bilbo." With one last handshake -Bilbo swore he heard a subtle growl from Thorin- Elrond left to go sit beside his wife farther down the bleachers.

"How do you know Elrond?" Thorin asked, not noticing that his hand was still on Bilbo's knee. Of course the smaller man noticed and tried to calm down his furiously beating heart as he began to reminisce.

"Well, last year Legolas and Frodo were on the same team and I would offer to carpool when Celebrían, Elrond's wife, couldn't do it. That's how I got into this really. I've been helping Beorn with the Erebor Eagles since Frodo joined, and last year Primula asked me to take him to his games and practices. I told her this year that I wouldn't be able to do it often as I'm having to work more hours at Rivendell Museum than I have before as the new curator. But she roped me into it eventually."

"I see," was all Thorin said and Bilbo was suddenly nervous that he babbled once more.

Thorin must have seen that nervousness because he immediately began to reassure the man. "It's just I'm not used to sharing much about myself. Dis was right when she said I was too serious."

"Ah, about that. See, I didn't mean-"

"I know you didn't," Thorin said with a laugh, the mischievous smirk back. "But," he drawled, "you could make it up to me."

Bilbo nodded eagerly, glad to do anything to improve his opinion to the other man.

"You'll come see a movie with me."

Blinking for several moments, Bilbo finally realized that Thorin was serious and turned beet red. Did this really just happen? What do I say?

"Well, I-I well, I-okay." Bilbo finally said and Thorin visibly relaxed.

"Great. I'll pick you up at seven thirty. I just have to take the boys home to Dis and check on her after the game."

All Bilbo did was nod dumbly and pretend to pay attention as Thorin continued talking, trying to wrap his mind around what just happened.