The Hobbit
"We still haven't figured out the door." "No, no we haven't." Bilbo was trying to figure out where Thorin was going with this. Kili and Fili were close by wondering the same thing. "The moon runes said that we needed to find the door by Durin's Day." Thorin looked at Bilbo meaningfully. Bilbo--frustrated before Thorin even sat down--was growing irritated. "And so we have found it. Thorin, is there a point you are making?" "Dwalin seems to think that you could use your invisible ring to head around to the front gate and see what you can do from that direction." Filil turned to Kili, who was in turn looking at Thorin with violence in his eyes. The blond was ready to steady Kili if need be, but Bilbo held his own. "Oh, Dwalin does, does he?" Bilbo knew full well that Thorin thought so as well or he would not have mentioned it. "Tell me, beloved, would this be the same front gate that was belching steam and smoke when last I saw it? Is that the front gate he would like me to enter?" Thorin mumbled something unintelligible. "The map says nothing about tiptoeing my way into being a steamed side dish at the front gate, so if it is all the same to Dwalin, I shall stay by the stone until the riddle is solved." Bilbo spoke a little louder so all the dwarves nearby could hear him, too. "If anyone else chooses to share a delightfully suicidal idea with me regarding what I should be doing to open the door, I'll be swimming back to Lake Town by myself." Bilbo lowered his voice to a mutter. "Bad enough I have to go into the bloody thing at all. Thirteen dwarves and a map and it is the hobbit that has to figure out how to unlock the door to their own mountain..." Kili and Fili both smirked with pride. Thorin at least had enough sense to look chagrined. He coaxed a kiss from Bilbo to ensure the hobbit was not too cross with him before he left to report back to Dwalin that the answer was "no." --Wait, You Are Supposed To Put It Where?, by (AO3)HobbitFeels, (Thorin/Bilbo, Kili/Bilbo, Fili/Bofur)
