Bilbo is v popular with dwarflings and the dwarrow can't handle the cuteness of it.
That's all. 🥰😇
okay i uh
anyways i'm tired and this transformed into a scene
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"But what about you!" The dwarflings were following Bilbo as he darted through the shelves of the library. This had been a near constant since the dwarrow from Ered Luin had arrived in Erebor. While there were not as many children as there were in the Shire, there were certainly enough to get on his nerves just a bit.
It wasn't that Bilbo disliked children, but he preferred to interact with them when they were a bit older, out of the phase where they only asked question after question.
The pebbles of Erebor varied in age, but they annoyed him no less than a certain pair of princes.
"There is nothing to say about me," Bilbo said, adding another book to the pile he carried, stepping around a pebble that he knew to be the youngest on Bombur's brood.
"You're the Hero of Erebor," she gushed, following him and narrowly avoiding stepping on his heel. Not that the hobbit would have noticed. "My 'adad says so!"
"Your 'adad embellishes," Bilbo grumbled, smiling tersely at Ori as he passed by. He did not enjoy the soft look Ori gave him as he took in the sight of Bilbo being followed by a train of pebbles.
He merely wished Ori was the only one.
Because as soon as Bilbo stepped out of the library and headed towards the council halls, he could feel the heavy gaze of each and every dwarf he passed. In the past Bilbo might have worried why they watched him, that they were angry their children were following a halfling.
Instead, now he knew that they were practically squealing as the pebbles scrambled after him down the hall.
If nothing worse, Bilbo also knew that this seemed to bring Thorin down from any melodramatics he was engaging in during a meeting. Maybe he used that to his advantage, perhaps, just a tiny bit.
Speaking of...
There Thorin was, his face dark, mouth turned down in a scowl as he was in the midst of ranting up at Lord Thranduil. A moment passed before he saw Bilbo and then the train of pebbles behind him, and Thorin's face transformed in mere seconds. Any anger or frustration melted from him as he straightened, a smile blooming across his face in a disgustingly handsome way.
"What have we here?" Thorin asked, throwing his arms open as Bombur's youngest ran close enough that Thorin could pick her up. "Master Baggins, I see you are parading pebbles again."
"It does seem that way, yes," Bilbo muttered, but he couldn't really be angry, not with the way the dwarf lit up.
He could even see a small warm smile on Dwalin's face from where he stood at Thorin's left.
Bilbo was likely not to escape the pebbles any time soon. But at least he could pawn them off onto Thorin.
