pappappap

alright but i’m just going to ask you to imagine Thorin retired in the Shire okay and he’s happily asleep in his and Bilbo’s comfy bed when he hears the pitter-patter of many tiny feet down the corridor so he shoves his head under the pillow and kicks (gently) out at Bilbo, but his foot hits cool sheet and he realises he’s been ABANDONED and BETRAYED but before he can come up with a convincing way to fake sleep the door opens. There’s giggling and hushing before finally a little hand pappappaps on his face and suddenly little Merriadoc Took, all six or so years of age, is bellowing “HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR. THORIN!!!” and Frodo, Sam, Pippin, and Merry burst into an enthusiastic rendition of happy birthday. So ofc Thorin sits up and doesn’t tell them an ideal birthday gift would be A NICE QUIET MORNING but thanks them very sincerely (sending them all into giggling fits) and accepts the haphazard tray of breakfast he can tell has been half eaten by them between the kitchen and the bedroom.

Bilbo goes in 20 minutes later when none have emerged to see what the hold up is, and catches Thorin right in the middle of the story of Goblin town (plus an elf he’s just made up because little Sam KEEPS asking where the elves are) with all the tiny hobbits piled up around him and eating the rest of his breakfast with delight and wonder on their faces. (Bilbo is glad he’s already prepared 2nd breakfast with the help of the parents of Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin ofc.)