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Even more babi frodo🥹🥹

soo, for a little modern au fic/scenario, i wanted to do a little bittersweet story abt the day Frodo was officially adopted and moved in with Bilbo and Thorin. Thorin had COMPLETELY forgotten that today was the day that a 6 year old boy would be officially under he and his beloved husbands care due to the fact that, while Bilbo was out, the entire company (who just didn’t know today was the day), decided to js drop by/ambush Bag-End. Bilbo had decided it would be best if he himself picked Frodo up from whatever center they keep foster care kids (i am NOT researching rn its 4:30am and i haven’t slept) and have a little one on one time with him before introducing him to Thorin, since Frodo was more familiar with Bilbo. well, bilbo gets home with this sad, practically shutdown, grieving faunt, and as he’s driving up, he sees it…those damn motorcycles and cars in his driveway on a day they are absolutely not supposed to be! “Frodo, sweetheart, stay in the carseat, i need to…tend to some issues before i bring you inside, alright?” He walks inside, furious. Any madder, he’d be burning prints into the sidewalk. He swings open the door. Bofur is closest to the door and smiles, “Bilbo! Ya home-…” his eyes widens as he sees the look on Bilbo’s face. “He’s in the kitchen.” Bofur answers while trying not to stutter with fear. He knows that look. Thats the “upset with that damned dwarf” look. Not pouty enough to be cute, no, its the fury of a Hobbit. “Thorin, ‘Oakenshield’ ,the second, Durinson!” Bilbo locks eyes with a gulping Thorin. Thorin freezes. Dwalin shakes his head, giving Thorin a look of disappointment for whatever he did to irritate Bilbo this badly. “He’s all yours, Bilbo.” He takes his leave, allowing Bilbo and Thorin to be alone. Thorin’s eyes are wide with worry. “Why is today of all days the day you decide to throw some party?” Thorin shakes his head, “I-I-I-It wasn’t me! They just wanted to stop by, I-.” It finally hits him. “Oh shit…he’s coming today?” Bilbo sighs, composing himself. “Yes, Thorin, he’s in the car! I’ll go get him now…you tell everyone whats going on, I want them calmed by the time I walk in.” Thorin raised a brow, testing the waters. “Your not kicking them out?” Bilbo shook his head, “Of course not. It’s bad manners to kick out family. I just want them quiet enough as to not frighten poor Frodo.” Thorin nods as if he has been give a command from Mahal himself, stepping to the living room. Bilbo stepped out of the house to retrieve the sleeping faunt in the backseat. He carefully unclipped his carseat and gently lifted the boy into his arms. The faunt slowly awake at the contact, looking up at Bilbo with those sad doe eyes of his that even in the dimming sky were so obviously blue. Bilbo grabbed the faunts bag and carried him inside. Thorin had done as he was told, for the house was completely silent. Thorin peaked out from the living room door way. Frodo’s eyes grew nervous, hidding himself into Bilbo’s coat. Thorin’s eyes softened ever so achingly at the sight of such a precious thing emanating so much somberness. Bilbo’s hand fit the faunts whole head and neck as he stroked the boys curls, rocking him gently as he soothed him. Bilbo took Frodo to his and Thorin’s room, laying him down in bed next to him. Thorin walked back to the company, who all had been standing at the shock of the situation. “Where’s the lad?” Dwalin first spoke in a quiet voice. “Bilbo laid him to rest in our room. You’ll all be able to meet him tomorrow morning IF he is ready. He’s lost so much, I’m not sure if shoving new people into his life would be a good idea.”.

erm i lowkey gonna end it there cuz i ran out of ideas but PART 2 COMING SOON IF THIS DOES WELL🥹🥹.

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I DID IT I FINALLY FINISHED IT!!2!2!3!!!1!!11

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Chapter 11: Bilbo wrestles with the realities and Thorin visits his old mentor.

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Yes! After fifteen months idle I have finally posted an update! This story is never far from my mind or my heart, and I appreciate everyone who has stuck with me through this slow-ass train ride. 🥰

Again Bilbo objected; he was starting to feel a little self-conscious about his contrariness, that didn't stop him from speaking up. “Now see here, we requested these rooms specifically to ensure that we would get the sunlight we need. Besides it hardly matters if we'll be leaving in a day or two.” “No!” Frodo shouted, jumping up from his chair. “Dad, they've only just arrived, please! And I still have so much to learn.” He turned to Bilbo with pleading eyes, which quickly hardened with anger, setting his brow in that telltale frown. Bilbo could practically see his heels digging in. “If you want to go back to the Shire, fine! Thorin will keep me safe. I’m not going!” He crossed his arms and stomped his broad foot emphatically. Even after seeing it coming, Bilbo still reeled as if Frodo had reached out and slapped him in the face. His expression shuttered. “We will discuss this. Later.” Frodo sat back down sullenly and took another helping of ham, chewing aggressively. “Dashatimê,” Thorin placed a broad hand on his son’s shoulder. “You must understand that your father’s primary concern is your safety, yes?” Frodo still looked mulish, but nodded. “He will have the final say in this matter, so we must demonstrate to him that you will have the proper protection here, under stone.” The rebellious look was slowly replaced with hope, until Thorin continued, “You are aware of the correct way to address your father. Demonstrate it now.” Frodo rose and shuffled back to his father, pressing his forehead to Bilbo’s sweetly. “I’m sorry, Dad. I spoke with disrespect. I’ll do better.” Bilbo gathered his boy up into a warm hug. These dwarrow certainly did know how to make a production of a simple apology, but it did feel rather nice to be shown such regard.