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Stones and Scones

Thorin had vague memories of his grandfather sitting at a desk for long periods. This was prior to Thror's gold obsession and gradual ignoring of everything in the kingdom that didn't shine with a yellow luster. But before that, before the great hoard and greed, Thror had spent much of his time in this office.

The stone desk bore the marks of generations of Durins working here. Chips and carvings in the surface, a broken corner where a particularly irate dwarf had slammed something heavy into the desk and broken off the stone. But Thorin, as his fathers before him, refused to replace it. It was symbolic of the mountain, and their people. Of the steadfastness of stone, of their people, and the gradual marks and erosion caused by leading their kingdom. And like all Durins before, the desk would stand and serve until it fell to dust on its own.

Papers, much less sturdy than the stone, rested on the desk and moved gently as Thorin sighed. Each one bore a new complaint, decision, or permission needing his personal attention. Every aspect of the mountain and the life of the dwarrow therein rested on him.

Thorin's eyes began to cross as he looked at the words. He shook his head to clear his vision. This was always the worst part of leading. Battles he could handle. Irate dwarrow he could handle. But paperwork? This would be the end of the line of Durin. He would rather face Azog again a thousand times than spend another minute with paperwork.

As he lifted his hands to his face to rub his eyes, Thorin heard the door to his office creak open.

"Balin, if that is more paperwork, it will need to wait until tomorrow... or the day after," he said gruffly.

"And how about a cup of tea?" a mild voice responded, a chuckle following the words.

Thorin brought his hands down, and his lips cracked a small smile as his burglar walked into the room, carrying a small tray with a pair of steaming cups and a plate covered by a small silver cloche.

"More welcome than more work, at least," he replied, brushing a pile of paper aside to make room on the desk. "Though I should be getting back to it."

"Oh tosh. A break will do you good," Bilbo said as he set down the tray and pulled a small wooden chair over to the desk. "Allow me to join you for a spot of tea, yes?"

Thorin chuckled as well. "I suppose I can't deny you that."

"Quite right," Bilbo said, picking up his tea and blowing the steam away before taking a sip. He swirled it around his mouth before swallowing and frowned slightly. "While it's better than nothing, these leaves from the Greenwood do leave much to be desired. We'll have to send for something proper from the Shire come springtime."

Thorin picked up his own cup and tossed back a large drink without bothering to cool it. The hot liquid seared its way down his throat and he grunted. "It gets the job done, at least," he said, already feeling a bit more awake than a few minutes ago.

"Well, I hope these are better than adequate," Bilbo grinned as he lifted the cloche. A pair of beautifully baked scones rested on the plate, a drizzle of berry jam glistening on the buttered surface.

Thorin could feel his mouth water just looking at them. Bilbo pushed the plate toward him with a grin, and he grunted as he picked one up and took a bite. The buttery sweet bread mixing with the sharp tang of blackberry jam on his tongue. His eyes rolled back slightly as he chewed.

"Much better," he said finally, swallowing the mouthful before taking another bite. Bilbo nodded in satisfaction before taking up his own scone and grinning around a mouthful.

"They did turn out quite well," Bilbo said after swallowing. "I had to make do with some ingredients, but I'm quite pleased with the result. Even if they won't be winning any baking competitions in the Shire."

"They would win here," Thorin grunted, taking another mouthful. There was only a bit left, and he tried to savor it before he would have to return to the paperwork.

"Well, that's a lovely idea," Bilbo grinned. "A baking competition in Erebor. It could be just the thing to get people's spirits up. And at least fill their bellies a bit. I'll talk to Balin and Bombur and see if that's something we could do."

Bilbo finished his own scone quickly and stood up, gathering the empty plates and cups again. He took a step towards the door, then turned to look at Thorin and glance at the table.

"You know, I heard Balin earlier. I don't believe there is anything there that is pressing to get done today. Why don't you come with me and stretch your legs for a bit?" Bilbo grinned at him.

Thorin glanced down at the papers, biting the inside of his cheek slightly. If he left it now, it would still be there later. And really, it wouldn't hurt to let it wait a little longer.

Nodding, Thorin lifted himself from his chair, grabbing his cane as he stepped up. The wounds from Azog were mostly healed now, but Óin insisted that his foot not carry all his weight unsupported yet.

"Lead the way, Master Burglar," Thorin said, a small smile gracing his features as he looked down at the hobbit.

"Very good," Bilbo nodded, walking to the door and holding it open for him. "You know, I do believe this mountain is beginning to feel like home. And with a baking competition, I'll feel like I fit right in. Do you really think my baking could hold up against Dwarven fare?"

Thorin chuckled as he stepped through the door and followed Bilbo down the hall.

"The mountain will be home to you always," he said, then patted his stomach. "And I would say your baking ranks above anything else I've had."

"Oh," Bilbo blushed. "Well thank you." His footsteps stammered just a little, and he coughed. "You know, telling me that almost would amount to a proposal in the Shire."

"Would it indeed?" Thorin asked, grinning. "Then I suppose it's a good thing we're already married then, isn't it, Zabad?"

Bilbo’s blush deepened. "I suppose it is."

Thorin chuckled as they continued down the hall, resting his hand on Bilbo’s shoulder as they walked. Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to Bilbo’s curls.

"Thank you, my love," he said into the braid under his nose, Bilbo’s marriage bead bumping against his cheek.

"It's just scones and tea, Thorin," Bilbo huffed, grinning.

"No," Thorin said as they walked. "It’s much more than that. Much more."

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oh no this wind is soooooooo majestic

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I've never paid attention to anyone in the background of this scene before now, but Bombur is giving the best OH NO, OH FUCK faces

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Bilbo making the king under the mountain act goofy as hell by just existing.

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I need a Hobbit AU where everything’s the same except Bilbo has one of those incredibly spoiled crusty-eye dogs.

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older bagginshield again because aaauuuggghhhhh-

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beejhawk shirt grab my beloved

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I need more modern AUs where instead of turning everyone human, there are still dwarves and hobbits and elves etc. only now they have like refrigerators and iphones

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Margaret and Frank

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I would write this myself but I also do not know high society dwarf etiquette/royal protocols so ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Thorin thought once they reclaimed the mountain the worst would be behind them until he remembers that his nephews, heirs to the throne, grew up as commoners and haven't got a fucking clue how they're expected to act in formal occasions as princes so now Thorin and Balin have to My Fair Lady/Pretty Woman/Princess Diaries these two idiots (who actually know more than they're letting on but think it's fun to stress out their uncle and cousin) before they accidentally cause a royal scandal with their impropriety

Balin: pretend I'm a lord from the iron hills - how do you greet me?

Fili: *daps him up*

Kili: *aggressive and far too informal headbutt*

Thorin, head in hands: Mahal is punishing me

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You, who really likes Nori 🤝 Me, who really likes Dori

^how we’re chillin knowing we have great taste in dwarrow

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You, who really likes Nori 🤝 Me, who really likes Dori

^how we’re chillin knowing we have great taste in dwarrow

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Hmmm have some Ram Thorin and Rabbit Bilbo for your troubles Bagginshield enjoyers ✨

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Bofur to Nori: Okay, I'll keep Dwalin away from you.

(Later)

Dwalin: Hey, have you seen Nori?

Bofur: Nori died eight years ago.

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I got ireedeemably high today so I made a Thorin Oakenshield Making Noises supercut, idk man i'm obsessed with how much this guy goes GWAAH

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Bilbo goes looking for Fili and Kili to bring them their dinner and nearly drops the bowls when he sees two sets of glowing eyes in the trees

since dwarves have night vision/can see in low light they would probably have those glowy eyes in the dark like cats and dogs do and it takes poor Bilbo a while to get used to 13 pairs of eyes reflecting the light of the campfire in the dark

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since dwarves have night vision/can see in low light they would probably have those glowy eyes in the dark like cats and dogs do and it takes poor Bilbo a while to get used to 13 pairs of eyes reflecting the light of the campfire in the dark