Prompt: thorin meeting frodo
Thorin paced back and forth, back and forth in Bag End’s parlor. From where Bilbo stood, checking over his pack, he sighed.
“Thorin,” Bilbo said, turning towards him. “Please calm down.”
“What if he does not like me?”
“I do not think that is going to be a problem,” he said, taking Thorin’s hands in his. “As all children flock to you, and I do not think Frodo will be any different.”
Thorin could only manage a worried look in reply. Bilbo patted his hand in comfort before they left Bag End, down Bagshot Row, and to Buckland.
By the time they arrived, much of Thorin’s worry had quieted. What Bilbo had said was true. He’d been good with his nephews and the children in the Shire would indeed flock to him the moment he stepped outside of Bag End.
Rorimac, one of Bilbo’s cousins, welcomed them inside.
“Good to see you again, Rory,” Bilbo said, setting his pack down. “I’ll see myself to Frodo, first, if you don’t mind.”
“No, that is quite fine, cousin,” Rorimac said, offering Thorin a smile before addressing Bilbo again. “He’s been asking after you since you left.”
“Thorin, dear, wait here. I’ll bring Frodo out.” Bilbo disappeared with Rorimac into the hall, leaving Thorin standing in the parlor.
They came back down the hall, Bilbo accompanied now by a younger hobbit. He had dark hair and striking pair of blue eyes, and if Thorin had not known himself, he could certainly think the young hobbit a child of his and Bilbo’s.
He shook the thought from his mind as Bilbo came over to his side.
“Frodo,” Bilbo said. “This is Thorin. I’ve told you about him, you remember?”
Frodo looked at Thorin and then hid behind Rorimac’s leg. “Ah,” said the other hobbit.
Bilbo squeezed Thorin’s hand before stepping towards Frodo. “He’s very nice, my boy. I promise he will not bite or anything.”
After a moment, Frodo crept out from behind his uncle and towards Bilbo and Thorin.
“Hello,” he said, staring at Thorin.
Thorin had the thought now and knelt down. He hoped it made him less intimidating for the hobbit. “Thorin Oakenshield, at your service.”
A shy smile crept onto Frodo’s face. “Bilbo said that is how you greet others..”
“Indeed it is,” Thorin said, smiling warmly. “And did he tell you how family greets one another among family?”
Frodo did not say anything but he, to Thorin’s surprise, bonked their their heads together lightly. “That’s what he said. Is it right?”
A full smile broke upon Thorin’s mouth. “Aye,” he said, reaching up to ruffle Frodo’s hair, “that is correct.”
