I'm usually a bagginshield mountain consort ending kind of person but I do love the idea of the reshirement ending only because I love how sweet the idea is of Thorin taking up space in Bilbo's home.
Bilbo happily lived alone for such a long time- sure his neighbors would call, but the routine politeness had become a chore. It certainly didn't keep him company on rainy nights or fill his cup of tea every morning, which Thorin did.
Bilbo's parents still have portraits over the fireplace, but upon the mantle itself are smaller portraits of Thorin's family- his siblings, his nephews, the company. Little beads and trinkets brought by their loved ones.
Thorin and Bilbo both hang their swords by the kitchen door. Thorin's books take up a shelf with Bilbo's, their covers much more worn and their edges a bit more abused. Bilbo's kitchen knives are always sharp because Thorin keeps them that way.
A shoe cubby is built by the door to much controversy and spectacle- the agreement is that shoes would be taken off outside of the house. Thorin remembers to abide by this agreement... most days.
Thorin uses a different bedroom in the smial to keep all his clothes simply because Bilbo's closet was filled- and there's a distinct difference between the clothes he brought from the mountain and the collection that slowly grows of more hobbity fashion. The room faintly begins to smell of leather. Other rooms are reserved for when family comes to stay- for when the dwarves visit the Shire, it isn't for a petty call. There are parties and celebrations that last weeks.
A raven roost is built overhanging the garden. Letters come constantly. Thorin claims a corner of the garden to try his hand at gardening, but soon finds himself at a loss for how well he can kill plants. Bilbo can't make heads or tails of it himself, he can't pinpoint where exactly Thorin messes up.
There's a mug always next to Bilbo's. There's a dip in his bed that wasn't there before, a shape that proves his bed is shared even when Thorin isn't there. Thorin's pipe sits next to his, his leaf adding a new layer to the cologne of smoke.
There is a fine toothed comb next to his hair brush.
A sharpening stone by his knife block.
...and there is a little heart drawn in his writing journal, not put there by his hand.
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