PWP? Except there's plot.
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Bilbo had very fine things in mind when he first came to live in Erebor. Adviser to the King was a very important status to have, especially when the king was still gravely injured and still insisted on wandering around the halls. Bilbo, therefore, was most engaged in advising the king to sit down, advising the king to eat everything on his plate, and advising the king not to snarl at elves when they were helping with the restoration as a sign of amended friendships.
Needless to say, the king didn't think that any of Bilbo's advising was in particularly good taste, but after all they'd been through, Bilbo didn't much care at all what Thorin II Oakenshield thought. Too much protest, that's what he said. No means yes. Maybe means yes.
"Thorin?" Bilbo pushes open the curtains around the king's bed and of course. Of course. "Why would I think you'd be sleeping? It's only before dawn," he remarks. "Yes, we're inside a mountain but even I can tell the time without feeling for the sun and--" The hobbit sighs and puts down his tray to move towards the glowering figure at the fire. He stands between Thorin and the flames. "What is it that I can do you for you relieve you of some of this pressure?" he asks, mostly to himself. Thorin's vocabulary is mostly grunts and sighs any way. What comes to the hobbit's mind is--
Well, it's what tends to from time to time. Spring is here. New things grow. Animals seek each other out. Thorin must be suffering from something akin to that. He must need a little relief. Bilbo puts on hand on the heavy arm of the chair and leans in, his other hand moving to the wide belt of the king.
"You need to relax."
Needless to say, the king didn't think that any of Bilbo's advising was in particularly good taste, but after all they'd been through, Bilbo didn't much care at all what Thorin II Oakenshield thought. Too much protest, that's what he said. No means yes. Maybe means yes.
"Thorin?" Bilbo pushes open the curtains around the king's bed and of course. Of course. "Why would I think you'd be sleeping? It's only before dawn," he remarks. "Yes, we're inside a mountain but even I can tell the time without feeling for the sun and--" The hobbit sighs and puts down his tray to move towards the glowering figure at the fire. He stands between Thorin and the flames. "What is it that I can do you for you relieve you of some of this pressure?" he asks, mostly to himself. Thorin's vocabulary is mostly grunts and sighs any way. What comes to the hobbit's mind is--
Well, it's what tends to from time to time. Spring is here. New things grow. Animals seek each other out. Thorin must be suffering from something akin to that. He must need a little relief. Bilbo puts on hand on the heavy arm of the chair and leans in, his other hand moving to the wide belt of the king.
"You need to relax."
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Date: 2014-01-24 03:48 pm (UTC)It was a miracle no one had out right punched him in the face for his nonsense yet.
As he broods into the fireplace his little shadow will join him in the bedroom. Yes, Bilbo is his shadow, he follows him almost every where and for all his bitching, he actually is very happy the halfling is still here and has stayed with him. Even more so as the hobbit seems to have an idea in his head.
"I have done nothing much but relax, hobbit." He'll say, but he doesn't push Bilbo away or stop him. In fact his eyes flicker down to the hand on his belt.
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