#and eat a falling star and get a sweet-ass moving castle and be as messy as i want

[l-talks]

the only thing physically keeping me from buying a pair of Howl’s earrings right now is the fact that i don’t actually know if i can actually get anything through my piercings anymore and i’m too scared of ripping my earlobe open to find out

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Glass Heart Pt 7

Prompt Wk 14 - “I can’t prove anything, but I would have thought our friendship would have awarded me the courtesy of your trust.”

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  x Thorin – @evyiione, @deepestfirefun, @queenoferebor

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Five days you had gone unseen in the task of carpeting your castle. Tedious and detail oriented room by room each now had their proper flooring with most of the walls done as well. A final list of detailing molding and tiny accents were completed and you had finally reached the point you had hoped for. Turo arrived on Wednesday along with his team and a full trailer at a time all the furniture had begun being moved back in a room at a time. Early Thursday chores had to be called on account of a brewing storm set to grow worse through the night freeing you to return for a soaking bath followed by a flannel wrapped sprawl across your inflatable bed to rest before whatever Thorin had planned for you.

It couldn’t be a date, you kept reminding yourself and for the short drive to the Durin castle where you grinned at Gloin’s excited opening of the door. It seemed everyone was in a hurry and you were guided by Gloin right up to Thorin’s studio attached to his suite in the middle of what seemed to be a mass exodus when every other Durin seemed to be fleeing off to anywhere but there. With a sigh you turned from the door closed in front of you to the wall of windows to stare off at the view wondering when Thorin would be arriving to hopefully explain what was going on. Five minutes passed and it seemed as soon as you had sat on the small loveseat your eyes dropped shut and you were gone to the world.

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“Fili. Could you send me Jaqi’s number?”

Thorin wet his lips pacing in his bedroom on the phone to his nephew, “I texted her the time yesterday like you asked. She agreed.”

“Yes, But it would be easier for me to ask her when she’s going to get here if I had her number.”

With furrowed brows Fili replied, “Gimli said she got there already.”

“What?!”

“Ya, Uncle Gloin let her in, what, twenty minutes ago?”

Thorin turned and exited his suite to stroll down the hall finding the window overlooking the driveway clearly housing your car visible through the raindrop coated windows in the rain picking up again. “Her car’s here…I’ll find her.” Hanging up the phone he pocketed to begins his search.

Kitchen, sitting room, living room, study, smoking room, all of the main floor was searched and sat empty making Thorin pause with brows furrowed mumbling, “She’s here, but not,” Instantly a gasp left him and he raced up to his studio, “He wouldn’t!” Under his breath taking three steps at a time he mumbled, “Don’t be there, don’t be there, don’t be there!”

Just in case at the top of the steps he waited a few moments to catch his breath them made a bee line to his studio door. Anxiously his tongue darted out in the hovering of his hand over the doorknob, a deep breath later and it was gripped and turned. Slowly he eased the door open wondering just what you had been peeking at, or more importantly, which of the projects focused on you would have your attention at that very moment.

A gentle bluish grey light was cast across the room and curiously he peeked into the room. The first once over leaving the impression of the room being empty, yet in his silence he caught the sound of another in the room breathing soundly. Stepping inside he eased the door shut behind him then turned again to explore fully. It only took a few moments as in his eyes adjusting to the light he caught a strip of curls cascading over the arm of his loveseat under the window. Moving closer a grin spread across his face seeing your arms resting across the arm in front of your face, with not a peaceful grin but an adorably smushed scowl in your clear exhaustion. Over the other arm of the loveseat your crossed legs were propped up with socked feet melting against the curve, your worn jeans shifted and brushed up over your lower legs paired with your drooping white shirt revealing your left shoulder and the white bra strap laying under the fraying braid looped around your neck dangling nearly to the floor.

Smoothing his hand over his lips he was torn, he had planned this night and wanted to cook with you as soon as you got here he would speak to your through in a means to impress you with his cooking skills before the film he no doubt would try to snuggle with you through as you finished off the wine. However, you were clearly exhausted and he hated the notion of waking you for two reasons. The obvious one to let you rest, showing he preferred catering to your well being over a simple date that could easily be rescheduled. The clearly winning reason being this was a perfect moment and even in his imaginations he couldn’t have possibly gotten all the details right no matter how many times he had tried to sketch a tranquil moment from you like this after so long apart.

Quietly he found his sketch pad and a pencil he left in his arm chair he lifted and set down silently opposite her. Over to the corner he crept then lit a match with a flinch of his face stealing a glance back to you. An oil lamp on the table in the corner was lit and gradually raised brighter until he felt he could get all the details without stirring you, ensuring he avoided tripping over your lopsided sneakers at the foot of the loveseat you had removed before sitting no doubt. Lowering into his chair he readied his hands around the sketch pad and pencil propped against his raised leg while he began to sketch away.

Lost for time four sketches were detailed perfectly with another to begin at your bangs falling more across your face and the shifting of shadows in the darkening of the sky in the growing rains he made sure to capture on his phone as well for lighting details if he got distracted with minor sections again. A deeper breath from you tore his eyes from the page and in a low hum you stated at the sound of pencil scratching paper, “You better not be sketching me.”

Instantly a smirk split across his face and he hummed back, “Don’t move, nearly have the shading right on your hand.” A grumble from you sounded and his smirk shifted to a pleased grin at your remaining in place, “Thank you. I am sorry to have kept you waiting, I wasn’t told you had arrived.”

“Well, it’s better than posing in art school. Least it’s warm.”

A spike of jealousy sparked in his chest and he asked, “You posed in art school?”

“Mhmm. We all had to take turns, I drew the pinup stick.”

His brow inched up, “Pinup?”

Your eye cracked open and you replied, “Ya, our Professor didn’t tolerate nudity so we all had film or photography genres, I got pinup. You ever try holding a martini shaker with your ass out on a single leg while dusting for an hour, fucking painful.” Making him chuckle.

“Your eye is open.” He hummed at you making you sigh and close your eye again.

A few more strokes and the sketch pad was set aside, “There. Up you get.” In his sitting up he caught the popping of your hip and back from your shifting out of the awkward position. The regret for waking you clear in his eyes had you looked up, still you found your feet and brushed your curls from your face hiding your bare shoulder in winding up a messy bun secured with the band on your wrist. As your arms dropped your sleeve did too in the swinging of your side swept bangs across your face when he popped up with brows raised. Nodding his head to the side he said, “Chicken.”

Your brow inched up and you followed him through the studio to his suite, the fully lit navy and silver room lined with mahogany paneling and furniture, just by the smell of it you could feel it was his even without having followed him. Faint wafts of his soaps and cologne faded into the scent of lemon soaps clearly from the freshly cleaned kitchen with utensils set out. From the fridge he brought out the ingredients, leaving the vegetables by you bringing your attention to the recipe propped up making you smirk at the unusually spicy chicken and pasta dish so out of the usual Dwarven comfort zone. “Peppers and spices, I don’t doubt I’ll see you with a gallon of water at your seat.”

The smirk on your face was met by his devilish smirk in his easing the pan of chicken breasts pre seasoned into the preheated oven, “I happen to enjoy spices.”

You nodded and turned to begin dicing the pepper you had grabbed and got another whiff of his cologne wafting your way along with his warmth at his move to your side, hiding your bodies will to speak out weakly you replied playfully, “Famous last words. Bet it will look lovely on a headstone.”

“Ha.” He let out a fake laugh, “Very funny. No doubt you could eat these like candy with your time out in Elven lands.”

You giggled softly in reaching over is hands slicing a tomato to grab another pepper, “Oh yes, where I get my fiery nature, nothing but peppers and honey for me.”

Smirking at you he caught your eye asking, “Honey adds to your flames?”

Your smirk deepened, “No, but a pinch of sweetness lures in targets for another burn.” Making him laugh in your weak giggle slicing through the pepper.

“I did not think of that.” He purred back lifting the cutting board to slide it all into the simmering pot with a sliver of water in it. Another supply of dicing came next and was soon added along with pinches of spices and you manned stirring the pot while he focused on boiling the noodles easing his task of continuing his stolen glances at you. “Do you get many comments, on your tattoos from the Elves?”

You stole a glance up at him and you let out a weak chuckle, “They have tattoos, in different styles, more visible places. I know more than a few were interested in my ‘subtlety’ so to speak, as for locations. But then they understood it all has to do with locations of power, wisdom and strength. Except for my wrist,” his eyes lowered to the paw prints on your wrist, “A reminder, just for me.” You added in peering down into the pot you were stirring again.

“Went to Gondor once,” You glanced up at him and he flashed you the side of his index finger revealing a series of Runes of his family motto between seven stones signifying his tie to Durin I. The ink worn to a pale grey over the years making you smirk, “Amad was furious when she saw it, but it helped me stay on track. We all need our little reminders.”

The chicken was soon done and he pulled it out of the oven he then shut off and returned to check on the pasta, lifting a thick strand out he curled around a fork to test the cook on it. Uncurling more of it, uncertain of your preference he offered you dangling from the fork catching your eye. Tilting your head you took a bite deepening his smirk he hid in your glance up at him, “Another minute.” Making him nod.

Over the sink you held the strainer while he poured out the pot. Onto two plates the pasta was served heartily with a chicken breast laid out over the helping of sauce over the noodles. Nipping at his lip he carried the plates over to the preset table you had missed earlier as you carried over the remainder of the food for more helpings that you set beside the waiting glass of wine. Looking at the wine brand you missed his step closer to you to ease out the chair beside you, “Would you prefer an ale, or whiskey? Balin mentioned he saw you with whiskey before.”

You shook your head, “This is fine, if you’d prefer something else-,” Sitting down he scooted the chair in under your legs then pivoted to sit on his own seat on your right swallowing dryly seeing you seated in this moment just as his mind had imagined it, coated in the rain muddled moonlight from the open windows behind you sounding with constant pattering of drops across the glass.

Shaking his head he stated reaching out to grab the bottle and the corkscrew, “I should get back to the taste of wine. Amad is hosting a sort of mixer for the traveling wine club friends she met on a cruise last year. Mention of bringing all sorts of obscure brands.”

The cork popped out and he raised the bottle, setting the corkscrew down to collect your glass for filling, he then set down again to fill his own. Putting the bottle aside he reached for his fork and you asked, “Never thought I’d hear of her on the water, wasn’t she the one who was shouting in that boat racing match when we were younger?”

Thorin chuckled and shook his head, “No, that was her sister, Malta.”

You nodded, “Ah,”

“She is terrified of pelicans though.” He said chuckling as you let out a weak giggle.

The conversation again dipped more into older stories of your youths instead of the terms Thorin had wished to share with you. A second helping cleared the supply and with the dishes put away the film on a knight he had mentioned was put on with another helping of wine carried over and by the sequel switching on by itself again your eyes drooped and his sideways slump turned him into the perfectly angled self heated vibrating pillow. Low snores filled the air as even his own exhaustion caught up to him, a stolen peek into the suite to see how you were getting on had a stolen picture from Kili to be sent to his uncle later before he slipped out again.

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Inhaling deeply in another crash of thunder when the credits had gone silent groggily you sat up feeling his arm sliding from your side to your hip and off behind you as you spotted the time on the clock on the wall.

Again the first film started over and nipping at your lip you slipped out of his tangled limbs and crept out and into his studio to pull on your shoes. Upright again in the flickering lantern light you caught sight of a figurine bringing you to his desk on your left, the figurine of your aloof smile beside another of you scowling turned you away as you mumbled, “Have to get back.”

Turning around you forced out the memory of the move for the second helping of wine, down the steps you hurried quietly to the side door you slipped out of making sure to lock the door behind you. Hurrying in the rain you climbed into your car and sighed easing the key in the ignition still hearing his low rumble behind you. “I didn’t tell you, you look lovely tonight,” Shaking your head you shifted gears and turned around in the driveway to head back to your castle, still feeling the brush of his nose against yours followed up with the warm tender press of his lips to yours. A heavy slam of a broken branch hitting the wall had you pinned to his chest and carried a few steps behind the wall as he turned back to the window he opened to pull the metal shutters closed on with the window shut again after.

To yourself you muttered, “Must have been the wine.” Inhaling sharply your fingers fidgeted on the wheel on the long driveway remembering his hummed request for another dinner in a couple days when he was through with a project of his taking him to the Iron Hills for a few days.

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Through the sheets of rain a large truck of mattresses. Under the covered spot outside the front door you guided the team of men through to carry the supply of mattresses into the rooms they were bought for with yours being the first to be unloaded at the long stretch of stairs leading to your tower top suite you couldn’t wait to move into in the next couple weeks. Once unloaded you thanked the men and went to making each of the beds that had been unwrapped and set onto their platforms, some of the rooms being the only thing in the rooms at all. All the while the rain poured harder and you kept to your busy work until the growl of your stomach grew too loud and you locked up, rushed to your car to drive to the diner in town across from your courtyard.

The empty diner gave you ample space to choose from and in a short wait in front of you the owner set out your full omelet spread complete with pancakes and a hash brown casserole complete with juice, toast and at his insistence sausage slices. Through your meal a few more customers entered keeping mainly to themselves, at least until one had mentioned the large truck passing through town with a clearly far from subtle glance your way for input making you smirk and reply, “Mattress delivery.”

Ah’s filled the room and the conversation quickly dipped back into more pressing matters, mainly the big Berry Festival coming up where men bake pies and treats for women to bid on. Clearly Bombur’s and Bofur’s had won the years prior with Bifur’s in a clear third and one man behind the one asking of the truck stole a glance at you then shared, “Not to mention Thorin’s.” The men all nodded clearly glancing over at you as you aloofly took another bite of your food pretending to ignore them.

Another blurted out, “Yes, had all the Lasses scrambling over it, only sank in the ranks for those holding out for the Bur’s treats. Not much on blueberries but he certainly knows his way around ground cinnamon.”

Another bite hid your smirk and all until your final bite you waited and left the bills on the table and slipped out of your booth heading for the door only to glance back in someone asking, “Lasses usually use hints on what they’d bid on. Any hints for you Miss Pear?”

Turning around you shrugged saying, “As long as it doesn’t have bananas, not really picky on puddings.” Out the door you strolled back into the waning storm to head back to your car mumbling, “No one’s planning on baking for me. Ridiculous.”

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A shower bed into a nap for you once you had shut the metal shutters in the growing storm worrying you about the windows being damaged. Morning had Thorin off on another flight after having sent a message off to you.

‘Sorry I fell asleep on you Garfield. Heard about the early delivery, wish I could have seen you off. Heading to the airport. I won’t be gone past a few days, I swear. We can try out another recipe I’ve found along with that classic snowed in film for the actor from the Knight films we watched with that one actress in that crazy dog film you mentioned. Sending you a picture too that the boys snuck of us asleep. I’ll make sure the family is out again so we won’t have a crowd. Hope the weather picks up in case you have more. I’ll text when I land.’

The film clearly was a romance and the night alone in the castle had your heart and mind racing about what he might be expecting to happen and the image only worsened things making your stomach clench in detailing all it could on spending part of the night in his arms. Again that kiss kept replaying in your mind leaving you irritated through your readying a late lunch when you woke up in time for another call from your friend who gave you a warning that your ex had forced his way into your old studio’s records room where he might have found the forwarding address you had left and hadn’t been seen since then. Shaking your head you cleaned up from lunch when you hung up, partly wishing he would show up so you could give him a piece of your mind and a smirk eased onto your lips in imagining the Dwarves reacting to his arriving.

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The messages between you and Thorin were rather innocent and left you wondering just how you could handle the continued dinners with Thorin if this in fact was not a date. Worries crept up again with doubts flooding in after leaving you teetering on the idea of just canceling before having to deal with learning the answer either way. The rains did not die leaving you cooped up and trying random recipes emptying your pantry so off to the town shop you went. Each aisle added a bit more to your cart and staring up torn between two types of chips your body jerked into the handle of your cart in trying to escape the reach of the person who suddenly kissed your cheek. Wide eyed Thorin stated softly, “Garfield, I’m so sorry!”

His hand still on your hip in his step closer in the shake of your head, “No, I, just, I don’t usually just get, touched. I was stuck on chips.”

“Does your side hurt? You hit the cart pretty hard.” He asked moving closer looking over your face testing your comfort on how close he could get, “I should have cleared my throat or something.”

You shook your head, “I’m ok. You’re back, and now if anyone’s gonna pop out at me I won’t be so jumpy.” You said with a weak chuckle failing to break his concerned gaze only bringing him closer.

Inching closer his hand on your hip subtly drew you closer at his careful observance of your features in asking, “What’s wrong? Something happened when I was gone?”

As your lips parted the try to turn your head was broken in the smoothing of his fingertips across your cheek scooping the curls laying across your face out to your ear. “I-.” From your ear he trailed a fingertip around his eyes suddenly were on yours again and in a clench in your chest a breath was forced into your lungs due to the reminding flicker of pain your winded moment caused. In your exhale you answered, “Got a call from my friend, just some fuss back there cuz I left. Don’t worry it’s nothing.”

“It has you flinch like that, far from nothing. What was it?”

You shook your head, “It’s hard to say.”

“Garfield, you can’t avoid-,”

“I’m not avoiding. It hurts, to say.” In the welling of tears and pain in your eyes his flossed with remorse and his hand cupped your cheek. “To you-,”

In a caring rumble he purred back to you, “I am sorry. You don’t have to explain right now, when you wish to I’m here for you.” All at once following his warm breath on your lips a warming comforting kiss began. A slight adjust of his hand still on your cheek and his arm slid around your back pinning you into his warm chest while he melted around you. If there was ever a kiss to make you forget the world, one like in the movies set irritatingly close to an explosion or more popularly in a downpour where two separated lovers left it all unspoken pouring it all into one physical action it would have been like this, at least in your mind.

Yet reality soon snaped back and whistles and snapping pictures lurched you back into reality as your warm blanket of a possible lover had drawn back tapping his forehead to yours, lowly humming, “For now, we’ll think of better things.” A devilish smirk eased across his lips and he guided you to turn facing the cart with his arm finding its home again around your waist, purring by your ear, “Like our second date tomorrow night.” A tender peck was left on your cheek and he took hold of the cart saying, “Now, what are we buying?”

Through the shop he helped you reach the higher objects, remaining at your side wrapping himself around your back whenever possible in your frozen moments of choosing again with his head resting on top of yours, a position he made sure to capture a picture of after silencing an alert for a text from Dis. Once you had paid he helped you fill your trunk then groaned at Dis’ call he answered, “Yes Dis?” His brow ticked up, “Vili, stop shouting. You’ve had two children already, why are you panicking?” Stopping your loading of your trunk you peered up at him in his hand rising to rub his forehead, “Ok, yes I am on my way. Vili, don’t push it, I’m ten feet from my truck.”

Hanging up he leaned in kissing your cheek again, “I am sorry, Dis’ being induced and wants me in the room with for some reason.”

“Well you are her brother.”

He chuckled saying, “Yes, with the boys she wanted me there too, then kicked me out ten minutes later.”

You nodded and giggled in saying, “Well give her my best through the door then.”

Making him chuckle, “I will, see you tomorrow and send pictures.” Hurrying to his truck he answered the next call, “Yes Amad, I am unlocking my truck now,” after the click of the locks unlocking he said, “I am in the truck.” Closed the door and huffed turning his phone onto speaker he set into its holder, another glance your way came when he backed out and left the lot turning towards the Midwife’s on the other side of town.

Emptying out your cart you closed your trunk and turned only to gasp and clamp your lips shut into a forced grin at Dwalin, who chuckled saying, “Sorry there Miss Pear. You didn’t happen to see Thorin? Bilbo said he saw him out here.”

“Ya he just got called away Dis’ being induced.”

His brows dropped and he huffed, “Great…”

“Do, you need a ride?”

“I,” his eyes flashed back to you then he said after a quick pause, “Nah, you just shopped. Hate for your food to spoil.”

You shook your head, “Didn’t get anything cold.”

Dwalin’s head tilted to the side, “Alright then, if it won’t put you out.”

You shook your head and unlocked your car you walked around to get in as he did the same trying to quietly accept his curled up position making you giggle and reach over between his legs to release the seat latch easing his slide backwards to a more comfortable spot. “Thank ya kindly. I’ll be sure to put it back when I get out.”

You shook your head, “No need, rarely get passengers. If ever.”

Making him chuckle, “Ah just wait till Thorin hears and that’ll change.”

You giggled again, “I think he’s a bit too serious to be seen in my car.”

 Dwalin chuckled saying, “You really have been gone a while.” Making you glance at him after you had backed out, in shifting gears you looked forward again and he purses his lips for a moment, “Have you heard about the Berry Festival?”

You nodded pulling out to the street, “Yes.”

“Any hints on what you might be interested in? Past the ban on bananas?”

You shook your head, “Not really picky.” Wide eyed you stopped suddenly when Gimli stepped out in front of you with a hand raised, hurrying around the car he let himself inside the back seat with a grin that was soon matched by Fili and Kili in their dives to slide in with Ori being pulled in with them. The pair of them pulled the door shut then grinned at you saying, “Thanks!”

Fili, “See Ori, said we’d get a ride.”

Kili, “And you’d said we’d have to walk.”

Shaking your head you started to drive again keeping an eye out for any more Durins along the way as the guys in the back stole glances between one another then Gimli said, “You know lads, I could use a good blueberry caramel brownie about now.”

Kili, “Nah, I prefer those cream and berry tarts myself.”

Fili, “Apple pie for me.”

Ori was nudged then said, “I sort of like those raspberry mousse sandwiches between two warm cookies.”

Looking at hem in the mirror you exhaled and they grinned asking, “What about you Miss Pear? What dessert tickles your fancy.”

“You all aren’t going to stop till I give you an answer, are you?” They shook their heads and you sighed, “Niro made this one dish once, this cinnamon blackberry sort of, bowl, crumble, pie thing. All gooey and sweet, let me have two of them.”

Dwalin, “Oh, the blackberry surprise! I know that one.”

“Wouldn’t say is fight off a hoard for them but I can’t say it hasn’t popped into my head I’m picking berries in my greenhouse since they sprouted.”

Fili, “Why would you have to fight off a hoard?”

You chuckled, “Apparently Durin treats are a commodity around here I heard.”

Kili, “Ah no. Not at all. Just the Bur’s.”

Dwalin nodded, “Nobody’ll outbid you on it.”

You chuckled, “Really? Cuz I remember you tackling Frerin to get his after you’d finished yours.”

He sent you a playful glance, “Not happening.”

Making you giggle, “If you say so.” At the corner you spotted another two cars packed with Durins taking their turn to unknowingly guide you straight to the exact spot you were going.

Right behind them you pulled in and parked letting them out into the sea of Durins all of whom whispered about your being there to the point where Thorin by the door turned around after hearing the echoes of your name. His ready to defend you mood dropped seeing the men pouring out of your car thanking you before your easy turn to pull out and let another car take the spot you were partially blocking. Watching you pull out and drive off Thorin’s lips parted and he fought against the urge to rush after you, though that thought died in Dwalin’s arm looping across his chest to turn him saying, “We have just the answer you were looking for.”

Thorin’s brow inches up and he glanced at Fili added in his turn to head inside, “Just the one question no one could seem to get answered.”

Dwalin chuckled at Thorin’s, “What are you on about?”

Dwalin, “Gran’s Blackberry Surprise.”

He whispered into Thorin’s ear making him grumble. “Don’t go bringing up food I was going to eat with Jaqi.”

Dwalin rolled his eyes, “For the Berry Festival, Cousin!”

Thorin’s lips parted and he asked, “How’d you get her to answer that? Everyone just kept saying no bananas!”

Fili chuckled, “Oh we did it stealthily.”

Gimli nodded, “Never saw it coming.”

The boys chuckled and Thorin mumbled, “No doubt if I explain it to Gran she won’t mind sharing the recipe with me.”

Dwalin nodded, “Absolutely! Gran has loved hearing your progress in courtship.”

Thorin chuckled, “Oh yes, five months of challenging banter and finally I stumble into a second date, must have been thrilling.”

Dwalin chuckled, “No less rocky as we had expected. Besides, Gran has been a lot more supportive than others. Most had you pegged at a year of pining.”

Thorin, “Who?!” Dwalin chuckled and nudged Thorin in through the cracked door he opened wider where Dis could be heard asking about him once again.

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Snacks and treats were passed around and one special tin of specialty biscuits was discovered to be empty and the sharp turn of Bilbo’s head complete with inhaling glare focusing on his husband had the nephews he was plotting with scattering away for safety. Crossing the room Bilbo showed Dwalin the empty tin with brows raised, “Well?!”

Dwalin crossed his arms over his chest, “Why do you always come to me first? There’s dozens in this room! One of the Bairns could have snuck them!”

Bilbo blinked through a deep inhale then ordered, “Prove it then.”

Dwalin shook his head, “What do ya expect? For me to hang them upside down till they break? I would never!” Bilbo rolled his eyes lowering his arm to his side, “I can’t prove anything, but I would have thought our friendship would have awarded me the courtesy of your trust.”

Bilbo, “I am your husband! Empty your pockets!” His finger jut out along with his lower lip in the try at a terrifying glare startling others but only making him all the more adorable in his husband’s eyes. “Don’t you think that lovey dovey smirk will work either!” He moved closer trying to reach for Dwalin’s pockets only to have the Dwarf wiggle and squirm away from his reach, and a grip on his wrist found him spun and wrapped in his husband’s arms atop his lap forcing a scowl onto his face met with a warm peck on his cheek. “So help me Dwalin, when you release me-,”

Dwalin, “Oh now, Ghivashel,” he reached into his pocket and pulled out a plastic wrapped bundle of those very same biscuits making the Hobbit’s eyes snap wider through his sharp inhale, “Thought they might get mishandled, found some spares.”

He pulled one of the package as Bilbo muttered, “Spares-.” Only to nibble on the cookie Dwalin offered him, his muttering continued in his snacking when his wrists were freed in Dwalin’s move to circle his middle with his arms nuzzling his head into the side of the Hobbit’s head.

Pt 8