(first sentence thingy for the fusion) It was bringing him a cup of tea, unprovoked, unasked for, too sweet for his taste and a bit cool, served in a cup that he had to pretend had never stored toes, that let Thorin know Bilbo was trying to apologize.
Ask and you shall receive (fanfiction).
It was bringing him a cup of tea, unprovoked, unasked for,too sweet for his taste and a bit cool, served in a cup that he had to pretendhad never stored toes, that let Thorin know Bilbo was trying to apologize.
And because he was still a bit angry, not to mention curiousto see how far Bilbo would take this, he pretended not to notice at all.
In retrospect, this was not the wisest thing Thorin had everdone.
He realized this upon finding, not unlike the way a catwould bring its owner dead birds and mice to regain their favor (and honestly,that behavior was not out of the question for the Great Consulting Detective),a wristwatch, two bullet casings, some nail trimmings, and a half-eaten packageof hobnobs, lined up on his freshly-made bed like regretful trophies.
Thorin snorted quietly, because if Bilbo thought this workedonce he might try it again, gathered up all the items, and dumped them in thekitchen trash bin, calling over his shoulder with a deadpan expression,“There is no experiment under the sun that involves all of my pants vanishing overnight.”
“It was for a case!” Bilbo defended snappishly from where hewas curled up in his armchair, clearly still offended that he’d needed to stoopso low as to apologize at all—ridiculous,when Thorin knew he’d stolen all hisunderwear in the first place.