//Withholds urge to make Bilbo go all over-protective uncle on Frodo, who’s in a weird mix of Ouran High school Host Club and Roxanne. I won’t, though, because I don’t want to rain on their parade yet or can really think of a reason why Bilbo would be in Bree and still care about being decent.
Frodo frowned when Thorin turned away from him, he licked over the corner of his lips and walked closer to him, licking over his lips awkwardly. “I’m sorry— I don’t know why I had to do that.” He frowned again, his own face flushing a red colour.
“Of course you didn’t.” Thorin huffed quite sternly though hadn’t intended it to sound so sour. His back had still been turned against the hobbit before he gave a sigh and brought his gaze back towards Frodo. His arms folded over his chest, and cheeks still a light hue of red.