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Hello! I would like to request bilbo/kili where kili gets a little protective/possesive of bilbo during the journey from the other dwarves. maybe with a little bit of bilbo having to calm kili down from trying not to fight the other dwarves when kili thinks one of them hurt bilbo accidentally somehow(dwarves forgetting their strength over bilbo). hope this finds you well and i cant wait to see what you write if you choose to do this :)

Important To Me | Kili X Bilbo

kili x bilbo baggins

A/N: I hope you like this! i love kili x bilbo so i was really happy to get this request going and im sorry it took a little bit! let me know if you want any more fics i will happily write them !! my requests are open <3 also i just realized i never went through and edited kili's name so for this one there's no accent mark over the i !! sorry about that <3

Warnings: confrontation, accidental harm, yelling, but i promise it's fluffy and there's no actual yelling between kili and bilbo.

Words: 1493

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Bilbo has noticed a few… Peculier changes in Kili. More irritable with the other dwarves, and more likely to jump into danger, it's like Kili has started getting… Protective.

It started with the trolls, which everyone might see as just a regular bit of protectiveness. Bilbo saw it as that, at first. It was just Kili stepping in to save him, there was nothing off about it.

No, the changes really started happening that night, When Kili gently took his arm and started touching it to check for bruises. Oin had offered to step in and do it but Kili snapped that he could do it just fine.

That was weird enough, yes, but then it got stranger. He started yelling at the other dwarves for every little thing around Bilbo.

Bilbo isn't easily breakable. He's had his fair share of roughhousing when he was younger, he's been hurt more times than he can count, and especially more than your average Hobbit, but even so being around these 13 dwarves can do a number on him.

They don't know their own strength. They push and punch and hug too tightly, and overall it's a painful experience for poor Bilbo who can't seem to catch a break from it all now that he's an official member of the company and has been accepted.

Kili will see this and react… Angrily? Bilbo doesn't understand it and he can't bring himself to ask because what if Kili stops caring? He likes the idea of someone caring for him, and that's why the dwarves including him in things makes him happy.

It's a regular day, they've made camp in some forest that Bilbo can't tell the difference from the last one they were in, and they're sitting by the fire.

Dwalin, in the heat of the moment and while laughing, slams his hand down on Bilbo's shoulder, and Bilbo winces. It's not even that bad, not really, but Bilbo still winces. Dwalin is quick to notice and move his hand and gruffs out a small apology, but apparently to Kili that isn't enough.

Kili quickly gets up and starts to yell, which leads Dwalin to yell, which leads to the other dwarves yelling, and Bilbo quickly gets up and stands between Dwalin and Kili.

"Kili, Kili! Hey, hey, I'm fine!" Bilbo says, putting his hand on the dwarf's chest. Kili is glaring over at Dwalin, Dwalin! Dwalin of all people! For accidentally hurting the Hobbit. It's not as if it's his fault, Dwalin just doesn't know his own strength when it comes to the burglar. Bilbo puts his hand on Kili's chest and pushes him away gently. The look on Kili's face morphing from anger at Dwalin to a little bit of hurt as he moves away from Bilbo and storms off is enough to make Bilbo feel bad for some reason. He huffs and mutters out an apology to Dwalin.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what has gotten into him." Bilbo rambles, talking with his hands. Dwalin though, isn't angry when Bilbo looks up. He just has a small knowing smirk on his face.

"You really don't see it?" Dwalin says, tilting his head slightly. Bilbo throws his arms out in confusion and Dwalin nods to where Kili ran off. "Talk to him."

Bilbo huffs a bit, fixing his jacket. He turns from Dwalin and walks off in the direction Kili went.

Admittedly, he should have thought this through a bit more. He's not good with tracking or finding his way in forests, so as soon as he makes it a bit too far out to hear the other dwarves being rambunxious he realizes he won't find his way back without the beautiful dwarf he's looking for. Bilbo grumbles to himself as he continues to walk and he makes his way to a small stream. It's beautiful, of course. Colorful rocks underneath the water, probably there for years slowly being eaten away at by the flowing water. Bilbo finds Kili sitting at the edge of it, his knees bent up and his arms crossed on top.

It's a sight, for sure. Kili with his hair lying on his shoulders sitting in front of a stream. It's a picture Bilbo would be happy to draw one day.

Bilbo makes his way closer, obviously tripping over stones because he can't be safe for the life of him. Kili doesn't look over when he approaches for a second and Bilbo worries if he speaks up he'll scare the dwarf, but then Kili starts to speak.

"Are you alright?"

Bilbo sighs softly and sits next to him. His shoulder is a bit sore from Dwalin earlier, but other than that he's fine.

"Yes," Bilbo says insistently. "I'm fine. I have been."

Kili stays silent for a while, just staring at the stream. He looks like a kicked puppy.

"I do not understand," Bilbo admits, huffing to himself as he turns from Kili and looks to the water. "I don't understand why you're upset."

"… I just want you to be okay," Kili says softly, looking over at him. Bilbo shakes his head and fiddles with the handkerchief that Kili found him.

"I am," Bilbo says again. Kili looks slightly frustrated again. "You don't have to worry about me so much."

"Yes, I do." Kili snaps, and then instantly deflates. He groans and covers his face. "I'm sorry."

Bilbo watches him for a moment and thinks about Dwalin's questioning earlier.

"Why? Why have you been acting like this? Dwalin is not the only one you've threatened in the past few days. Oin wanted to check a cut of mine and you practically pushed him away. You even snapped at Thorin. The King. Your uncle. What is going on?"

"I- I want you to be okay," Kili says again, and when he sees Bilbo go to argue he speaks again, "I NEED you to be okay."

Bilbo stops for a moment and looks down at the ground. Kili turns to him this time, gesturing with his hands for a second before talking.

"You are… So important. You don't-" Kili laughs, "You don't see it. You don't see how important you are or how much I care and It drives me wild! The trolls capture you, hurt you, and all you do after is apologize to us! Apologize to us? We're the ones who got you in that mess, to begin with! You get hurt by Dwalin and your first instinct is to let it go and you don't care about yourself! What happens when someone threatens to kill you and you just sit back and let it happen and then you die and you leave me-"

Bilbo looks at him in shock, floored by the rant but especially the last part. He goes to speak but Kili interrupts him again.

"You are… You're…" Kili doesn't know how to proceed and deflates. "You're you. That's why I'm worried because you're you and we- I need you. I-I love you."

Bilbo doesn't know what to say. He must look ridiculous with his mouth gaping and a confused look on his face, his eyes teary. He can't force a sentence out as he lets out a harsh breath. He instead reaches forward and takes the dwarf's hand. Kili holds Bilbo's hand and for a moment the only sounds in the forest are the wind blowing through the trees, and the water flowing next to them.

"You can't…" Bilbo says, confused. Kili… The nephew of the rightful king under the mountain. He's royalty. He's a part of something much greater than himself, there is no way that Kili loves him.

"I do," Kili says quietly. he turns from Bilbo and shakes his head. "I understand if you do not feel the same, but all I ask is that you understand why I am protective of you. I love you, and to me, you're more important than any piece of gold in that mountain."

"I love you too, Kili… But you can't fight your own kin for me." Bilbo says gently. Kili sighs and nods and affirmative. Bilbo smiles and leans forward. "Now, I'm not sure what Dwarves do when they admit their feelings but Hobbits have a fun way of doing so."

Kili's bashful look turns to a smirk.

"What did you have in mind, burglar?" Kili teases, leaning closer.

"Oh, shut it you fool." Bilbo laughs, rolling his eyes. He leans forward and kisses him quickly before pulling back. He abruptly stands and gestures around them. "Now, I have no clue where we are. Guide me, adventurer."

Kili beams up at him and he gets up, and they make their way through the forest.

They have a lot to work out, a lot of people to talk to, a King (and most importantly uncle to confess to), but for now they have each other. and oh, that's the best adventure Bilbo could have asked for.

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A Promise From Youth

Description: Billa Baggins happens across a young dwarf lost in the Shire. He promises to one day return and marry her. Billa never thought that the promise made by a child would be taken so seriously!

Notes: Sorry COD folks, had to give some love to my returning Hobbit fixation (don't worry, they could never make me hate Gary Roach Sanderson).

Billa was only a tween at the time she met the young dwarf. She’d been alive for hardly forty years but was old enough that her father trusted her to visit the Took side of her family on her own. The trail was nearly burned to the back of her eyelids with how well she knew it at this point. She’d walked it enough with her mother after all.

This particular visit had only been a short one. A two-day walk for the sole purpose of delivering something to her mother. Belladonna Baggins was staying for nearly a week and had forgotten a gift she’d intended to give to Billa’s grandfather. Her father would have done it himself if it had not been for the incoming of various merchants into the rolling hills of the Shire. He’d been designated to guide them over the few days they’d be around.

So, the task fell to Billana. She’d been overjoyed at the prospect of getting to make the journey on her own. Her own small adventure, the thought made her Tookish side cheer. Even if she was not truly leaving the land that she knew so well, it was still an overnight journey she would make on her own. Small victories were important, she would no doubt make it to Rivendell one day. This was merely…training.

The thought helped her to make the two day trek and the two days back remarkably less boring. To her dismay there had been no trolls or orcs to battle (though her Baggins side had been more than satisfied with that). Her only hope of meeting any creatures along the path other than Hobbits was on her way back.

She knew at this point that the small traveling market from Bree must have been leaving. It wasn’t out of the possibility that she would run into one of their members along her return home. It was a bit of a fantasy, one that left her well distracted. She dreamed of meeting one of these elves that her mother spoke so highly of or maybe a dwarf if she was lucky.

It was only the rustling of a blackberry bush along the side of her path that could pull her from her fantasies of adventure. She paused just as suddenly as she’d heard it, seizing up for a moment in fear. It could have been anything, truly. A wolf, a warg, perhaps even one of those giant spiders her mother often spoke of slaying. Her heart picked up speed at that.

She was a Baggins, of course, and any respectably Baggins would have pretended not to hear a thing and moved on their way, perhaps even ran if they felt truly frightened enough. However, she was also a Took, and, at the age she was, the Took side often won out over the Baggins side.

So she’d moved very slowly, taking careful steps forward and making sure that her presence was practically undetectable. It was a useful skill that she’d learned. Coming after years of sneaking into the kitchens at night to snatch a cookie right from under her parent’s noses. Of course, many hobbits had the skill, but she did consider herself to be one of the best.

As she drew closer to the bush, she could hear curious little noises coming from it, noises she was sure she’d never heard a blackberry bush make before. It sounded like smacking, similar to the way a little fauntling might smack their lips together after having a lemon for the first time. Then there was the violent plucking and the shaking of the bush that matched it. Clearly, there was an inexperienced hand yanking the blackberries from the bush.

She gave a small amused huff at the realization. This was no spider or wolf, but more likely just a fauntling who’d found themselves in dire need of a snack. Still, she knew that it would be best to check on the little creature. This far out with no other hobbit to be seen likely meant that the little one had wandered too far and gotten themselves lost.

It was with that thought that she straightened up fully and folded her arms over her chest, a small smile gracing her lips. “Hello?” She called sweetly. Immediately, all movement from the blackberry bush stopped. “No need to be frightened, it is Miss Billa Baggins, from the Shire. Are you lost little one? So far out here and I don’t see anyone around.”

There was a small rustle that followed her words, but no creature stepped out to meet her. She gave it a few moments before reaching into her pack and pulling out a bit of dried meat she’d brought with her to snack on. Her father had made sure she had plenty of it before she’d left, so there would be no harm in handing some over to tempt a little fauntling from their hiding place.

“Are you hungry? Those blackberries can’t be terribly filling and I know how sweet they can be. Perhaps you would like a bit of dried meat to go with them? I have some that I could share, but only if you’ll come out.”

She made sure to keep her voice nice and soft, making it clear to the little one that she meant no harm. Of course, she would never mean any harm to a fauntling, but she knew just how frightening people could seem to one so young. It hadn’t been too terribly long ago that she’d been that little one, young and scared of nigh everything that moved. Her father’s daughter, truly.

There was a short moment of silence before, ever so slowly, she began to see the peek of lovely brown hair split into small braids. After a few moments longer, she was able to see the little one’s eyes and ears and it was with a startling clarity that she realized the little one was not a fauntling. In fact, he was no hobbit at all.

She blinked widely at the little dwarf as he fully stepped out from the bush, revealing his small form to Billa’s eyes. Of course, he was still a child, that much was obvious even for one as lacking in knowledge of dwarves as she was. He was simply too small to be anything else.

Though the little one was not as she’d expected, it did not mean that Billa was going to simply leave him there. He was still a little one all by himself scarfing down blackberries. So, she remained still with the jerky in her hand, letting the little one get close enough to her before she held some out for him to take.

He moved slowly at first, standing as far away from her as he could while moving. It was quite comedic to see him stretch so far, his eyes watching her carefully for any sign of betrayal. As soon as his fingers touched the jerky, he snatched it from her hand and yanked it back. He only managed a step away before shoving the meat into his mouth and eating like a child starved.

The sight might have been funny if Billa hadn’t found it so worrying. How long had it been since the little one had eaten? “Slow,” she found herself saying carefully, trying to keep the child from making himself sick with his pace, “there is plenty more where that came from. What is your name little one?”

The little dwarf child did not answer her at first, though he did slow down his eating, looking up at her like a child scolded as he did. It was then that he seemed to finally look at her for the first time, his attention no longer taken by the food that she was offering him.

In a rather amusing display, Billa watched the little dwarf’s entire face turn a light pink. Though she couldn’t see his ears for his already long hair, she was sure that they must have been red as well. His mouth dropped open just a bit at the sight of her and, after a moment, he managed to whisper in a stunned voice:

“Are you the Lady Yavanna?”

Billa couldn’t help but laugh a bit at the words, her own face going red at the child's unknowing compliment. “While I am honored that you would think so, I cannot say that I am. I assure you, the Lady Yavanna is much prettier than I.” She gave the child a warm smile and held more jerky out to him, “My name is Billa, a pleasure to meet you.”

“Kili,” he greeted her in a small voice, sounding as though he did not believe her words, “at your service.” He accompanied the words with a small bow, something that he’d clearly been taught over and over based on the practiced movements. Billa thought it must have been the cutest thing in the world.

She allowed him to take the bit of jerky from her hands and watched with satisfaction as he ate this bit slowly, savoring the flavors. “Well, Master Kili,” she gave him a small smile, “what in the world are you doing out here all on your own?”

The words gave him pause, as though he was only now realizing the situation he was in. She watched with mild concern as he began looking around quickly, his head whipping from side to side. Then he started calling out, his jerky forgotten as he began running, calling out words in a language that Billa could not understand. He seemed quite panicked.

Billa stood shocked for a moment, having not expected the outburst. Then, as if her feet were moving on her own, she took off after him.

She called for him to stop several times, rushing after him through fields, over and under fences, until they were further in the forest around the shire than Billa had ever been. It was only then that Kili seemed to stall, as though hesitating to go any further. It allowed Billa a moment to catch up to him.

“My goodness,” she huffed, trying to catch her breath, “you are certainly quicker than I expected a dwarf to be, you should be quite proud of yourself. It is no easy feat to outrun a hobbit.” Her words were quite playful, but after a quick glance down to the little one at her feet, she could feel her heart drop.

Kili was looking up at her with unshed tears in his eyes. He gave a quick sniff, then another, then finally the tears began to fall. He gave a frightening wail, but it worked to knock Billa into action.

She dropped to her knees next to him and pulled him into her arms, wrapping him in a tight comforting hug. She did her best to soothe him, rubbing a comforting hand over his back and letting him sob into her shoulder as he muttered about being lost and never seeing his family again.

“Come now,” Billa hummed, “that isn’t true. You’ll see your family again, in fact, I’m sure that they’re looking for you right now.”

Kili gave another sniffle but seemed to calm substantially at her words. “You really think so?” The words were muttered against Billa’s shoulder so pitifully that she felt she could have cried just as well. The poor thing really thought his family wouldn’t come looking for him.

“I am certain of it,” she pulled back to meet his eyes and give him a bright smile. “Why, I bet they’re in the Shire right now looking for you.” She put her hand over her eyes and pretended to look around, squinting curiously. “Kili?” She asked, “Kili? Where have you gotten off too?” She stood then and pretended not to see the little dwarf in front of her, “Why he was just here a moment ago!”

The action had its intended effect, pulling a bubbling laugh from the little dwarf’s mouth, finally ending his tears. He reached forward to tug at Billa’s dress, “I’m right here Miss Boggins!”

Billa gave him a quick playful frown, “That is Miss Baggins to you, little dwarf.” She reached down to tickle under his chin, pulling another laugh from his lips. “Come on now, let us go and see if we can find this family of yours. I can’t imagine they would want to spend a moment longer without such a sweet little one around.”

Kili went a little pink again, looking up to her as though she’d hung the very stars from the sky. She thought it was quite adorable how obvious the little one’s crush on her was. Quite adorable indeed.

She offered him her hand and, though he was rather shy about it, he was quite quick to accept her offer and, soon enough, the two were making their way back toward the pathway. Billa wasn’t entirely sure where they were, but it was easy enough to follow the trail that they’d torn through the brush.

“So, tell me about yourself Master Dwarf.” She gave Kili a bright smile, “Are you an expert blacksmith? Perhaps a warrior of daring intrigue.” She made a slicing motion with her hand, pulling another laugh from Kili.

He shook his head, “I am too little to be a warrior Miss Baggins.”

“Please dear, call me Billa.”

Kili seemed to nearly vibrate at those words, the smile on his face growing larger. It was a stark contrast to the sobs he’d been giving only moments before. Billa could feel his hand tighten in hers before he answered back, “I still have to choose a craft as well. I could be a blacksmith, my uncle is a blacksmith!”

“Really? Well, I am sure that he is most excellent.”

“He is the best blacksmith, you should see the things that he can make!” Kili hopped excitedly, growing more animated as he continued, “My brother Fili has decided to take on smithing! He gets to start soon, he’s nearly old enough now!”

“And you?” Billa asked curiously, “Are you nearly old enough to start your craft?”

Kili gave a brief huff, “I think so, but Amad says I have to wait until I’m forty. I think it’s silly, I should be allowed to start whenever I’m ready.” He puffed up rather proudly and Billa had to stifle a laugh at his attempt to make himself bigger.

“Well,” she offered after a moment, “how can you start your craft if you do not know what it is you wish to do?”

Kili’s face went red again. “Well,” he tucked closer to her, “there are just so many options! How am I supposed to choose.”

“And what are these options, dear?”

“Anything!” He answered back, “I could be a toymaker, but I think I’d get so distracted playing that I’d never get them done. I could be a cook, though I’ve no talent for it. A spymaster, a politician, a woodworker, a jewelry maker, a tailor, a miner, a-”

“A jewelry maker, hmm?” Billa reached up to touch her neck, thinking of the lovely dwarven-made necklace she’d wanted to buy the last she was in Bree. She simply hadn’t had enough money for it, and the craftsmanship was too fine for Billa to agree to pay any less than was deserved. She’d settled for something smaller, though no less beautiful. “Dwarven jewelry is quite fine. I am very fond of it myself.”

She held her empty hand out, allowing him to see the bracelet around her wrist. Dwarven made and one of her favorite pieces that she owned. Kili’s eyes widened at the sight of it, his mouth falling open just slightly as he glanced back up at her.

There was a moment of silence before he declared, “Then I’ll be a jewelry maker! I’ll make the most wonderful jewelry in the world just for you Miss Billa!”

“Oh really?” Billa could not help but give his hand a quick squeeze, “I am very much looking forward to it. I shall wear whatever you make for me with pride.” She reached out to ruffle his hair a bit, “And, if anyone asks, I shall tell them that my jewelry was made by the most incredible dwarf I’ve ever met.”

Kili seemed to skip along excitedly after that, rambling about all the jewelry he would make. When he wasn’t rambling about that, he was grilling Billa about what type of metal and jewels she liked best, what type of designs were her favorite, and if there was anything she’d like specifically.

Billa took it all in stride, answering his questions with a never-wilting amusement. The little dwarf was really just too cute for her. Were it anyone else and she might have been annoyed with the near interrogations, but for Kili, she was more than happy to answer his questions. And, when he ran out of questions to ask, Billa asked her own.

She prodded him carefully for information, getting him to tell her who his family was, who he was meant to be with, and so on. She learned that he was traveling with his Uncle, a dwarf named Thorin, and his older brother Fili. Though, from the way she understood it, Fili couldn’t have been anything other than a tween himself.

Kili was meant to stay put while Thorin thanked the hobbits, likely Billa’s father, for their generosity in allowing them to visit. But he’d seen a rather pretty little butterfly and gone chasing after it. Billa had to hide her laughter when she’d learned about that, but the red that tinted Kili’s cheeks told her she hadn’t done a very good job. It was something she’d expected a fauntling to do, but certainly not a young dwarf.

The point was that Kili’s family was likely still in the Shire, searching for their lost dwarf. So, that was where Billa took him. All while working to keep him entertained and letting him talk himself up to her, of course.

She guided him over the rolling hills, past fields of vegetables and fruits, and finally through the thicket of houses built into the sides of the hills. He was clearly quite tired by the time they’d begun to finally near the markets, so Billa had hoisted him onto her hip so she could keep her pace. The young dwarf seemed quite content with the change, quickly burying his face in her shoulder and, soon after, beginning to snore adorably.

Billa could only shake her head at him, but she never faltered her pace. This, in itself, was a bit of an adventure for her. She’d met a dwarf and was tasked with getting him safely home. Perhaps she was not fighting a dragon to do it, but she was doing it nonetheless. And, eventually, she was rewarded with distant shouts of the name of the dwarf in her arms. It was clear she was heading in the right direction.

As she got closer and closer to the shouting, the dwarf in her arms began to wake and look around excitedly. “Miss Billa! I hear Uncle calling!”

Billa gave a pleased hum and sent him a smile, “Well look at that. What did I tell you? Seems they were looking for you after all.” Kili gave a little laugh at the words and soon enough was wriggling out of her hold. She had no issue with setting him back on the ground, her arms were beginning to ache from holding him for so long.

He was off as soon as his feet touched the ground. This time, Billa only walked carefully after him, already able to see various dwarrow in the distance, searching the underbrush for their missing little one. She could hear Kili yell for his uncle Thorin and it was not a moment later that Kili was swept up into hugs and scolding yet relieved words.

Billa stopped a decent distance away, just watching for a moment. She would have simply continued on her own way home, but she wanted to ensure that the little dwarf would be quite alright and had no further plans to go chasing after butterflies. The poor little thing had been through enough already and eaten most of her jerky to boot!

She watched the group for several moments, taking in the two dwarrow that had to be the family that Kili mentioned to her. The older man looked much like Kili and was, as Billa assumed, Thorin, his uncle. The other was certainly younger, looking much closer to her age than that of Kili’s. She could assume this was his brother Fili.

After several moments, Billa felt satisfied that these dwarrow were in fact Kili’s family. That was it, she’d finished her little quest and returned the little one back where he belonged. The thought pulled a satisfied huff from her lips. Very good indeed, though her heart did ache a bit at knowing that she would likely never get to see the little one again.

She gave herself one last look at the small company before turning to go on her way. She was relatively close to home and all she could think of was writing this down in one of her journals. It would surely be something that she would like to recount to her mother when she returned home.

She’d barely made it more than a few steps when there were little arms wrapped around her leg and a small voice begging her not to leave. “Can’t you come with me, Miss Billa? I can take care of you!” She turned to smile at the little dwarf wrapped around her leg. However her face did go a touch red when she noticed the little one’s uncle and brother watching from afar.

“Come now, Kili, you know that I must stay here. I am no dwarf after all.” She gave him a small smile and brushed some of the hair out of his face. “And you are no hobbit. You must go and learn your craft, remember? You promised to make me the most wonderful jewelry in the world one day, didn’t you?”

Kili seemed to deflate a bit at that. “I suppose I did,” he mumbled. There was a short moment where he did not speak, only held tight to Billa as though to keep her from leaving. Billa allowed him his time, knowing that sooner or later he would let her go and return to his uncle and brother.

It happened several minutes later. Kili’s nose scrunched up for a moment before a bright and excited look came over his face. “I know!” He seemed to vibrate in place, “One day I’ll marry you, Miss Billa! Then you can come with me and I’ll be a master craftsman.” He puffed up more as Billa laughed. Her face went a bit warm, but she knew that they were only the words of a child trying to settle with something they didn’t want. Still, the thought that he liked her so much he’d declare an intent to marry her right there! Well her mother would get quite a laugh out of it.

“Alright then,” she agreed with a smile. “When you’re a bit older, you come back here and find me and I’ll marry you. Is that agreeable?”

Kili gave a big nod before hopping up to place a quick kiss on her cheek. He was quick to race back to his uncle and brother then, calling excitedly about getting married the whole way. It was a more than amusing sight to Billa, and quite cute to boot.

She couldn’t help but sigh and shake her head. It really was a shame that she’d never see the silly little dwarf again. Quite a shame indeed.

“Fili!”

“And Kili!

“At your service!”

Billa gaped at the two dwarrow at her doorstep. Of course, she was quite shocked at the two dwarrow on her doorstep, just as she’d been shocked when the other two had arrived prior to them. However, it wasn’t their presence that made her gape at the two, but rather recognition.

Kili. She recognized him. Though he was much older now, of course, she was as well, there was no mistaking him. He’d grown into a handsome young dwarf, though he still held the same coloring of his youth and, most notably, his smile had not changed. He had a bit of scruff on his chin, something Billa was not quite used to seeing in the shire. No proper hobbit would have a beard, but Billa found it suited the younger man.

She could feel her ears going red as she watched him, taking in the way that he’d changed. He was taller than her now! Taller and stronger and…by Yavanna what was Billa thinking! She covered her mouth with her hand, scolding herself lightly. Yes, the dwarf was exceedingly attractive now, but it had been years since he’d last met her. There was no doubt in her mind that he would have no memory of her.

She watched, still unable to do much other than stutter out a greeting as the two dwarrow stood up to look at her with a bright smile. She gripped tight to the door in response, thinking momentarily about trying to shut the door in their faces. There were already quite too many dwarves in her smial, thank you very much.

Unfortunately for her, Fili was quite eager and quick to press into the home, looking around with eager eyes as he did. Billa could only turn after him, giving several protests about his muddy boots. He didn’t seem to listen, too busy dropping his weapons and coat into her arms, nearly making her tumble to the floor at the weight of them. He’d sauntered off into the kitchen before she could say anything, leaving her to stare after him indignantly.

“Miss Billa.”

Billa hardly had time to react to the words before strong arms were taking the weapons and coats from her arms and settling them off beside the door. She would not have known what to say, even if she had been given time to react. Even after the long pause of Kili taking the weapons from her, the only thing she’d managed to stutter out when he turned back to her was a shocked, “You remember me?”

Kili gave a bright grin at the words. “Of course, I remember you, Amralime. It would be rude of me not to remember the lovely hobbit I am set to marry.” Billa’s face had gone impossibly hotter and, for a moment, she was sure she was going to pass away from the embarrassment of it all. “And, I have kept my promise.”

With those words he dug into his pocket, pulling out a small pouch. He held it out to her, but Billa hesitated for a long moment, unsure if she should accept the gift from the man. Part of her, that little Took part that had been buried inside since the long winter, it told her to take it. It said that even if he was some sort of fae creature, what he would do to her couldn’t be as bad as wasting away in the little smial.

The Baggins part of her held off, making her hesitate long enough for another knock to come to her door. Sending a curious sort of rage through her and taking her attention directly from Kili.

“Oh no!” She shouted, marching toward the door, “No, no, no! Find somewhere else! There are far too many dwarves in my home as is! If this is some clot-head’s idea of a joke? It is in very poor taste!” With that, she opened the door and found herself knocked back by the force of a horde of dwarrow falling right through her doorway. And, lo and behold, who was behind them but the very wizard who’d started this in the first place. Billa sent him a long glare, “Gandalf.”

“No, don’t touch that!” Billa spun around, trying to follow behind the dwarf who’d grabbed one of her antique chairs from the study, only she was immediately distracted by another dwarf with entire several wheels of cheese in his arms. “Don’t you think that’s a bit excessive!”

Somewhere from her left, she heard another dwarf offer, “Excessive? He eats them by the block.” And that sent her spinning around once again, continuing her fluttering about as she tried and failed to get the dwarrow to stop raiding her pantry. She’d nearly been knocked over several times at this point, only saved by Kili reaching out to steady her.

He’d been following her since the moment he’d stepped inside, trying desperately to get her to abandon the other dwarrow and go somewhere to talk more privately with him. Of course, it hadn’t worked. She couldn’t just leave these dwarrow to eat her out of house and home. Though Kili’s constant steadying hand was enough that she was always keenly aware of his presence, try as she might to pretend he wasn’t there making her heart race in her chest.

She was just as horrified to see Fili walking across her table, uncaring of the food he crushed under his boots, all in the name of passing out ale to the various dwarrow. He even shoved one into Kili’s hands before calling for everyone to drink. For one blissful moment, there was no noise from the dwarrow. It was nice and quiet as everyone, even Kili, chugged their ale in a race of some sort.

In the end, it was one of the smaller dwarves who won, standing with a mighty burp to proudly exclaim his victory. Billa could have died at the cheering that came after, all with banging against her fine wooden table and the scraping of chairs along the floor.

She’d stormed out of the room soon after, gathering anything she noticed out of place as she cursed the dwarrow in her home to the high heavens. Though her words for them were nothing in comparison to the vitriol that she was spewing against Gandalf. After all, this entire situation was no doubt due to his trickery.

“Billa,” she could hear Kili calling after her and, only moments later, he was gently taking her hand to stop her angry march. “Billa, please,” She met the desperate look in his eyes and, though she’d planned to do so with rage, she found herself softening. “A moment of your time, that is all I ask.”

Billa gave a sigh before glaring off to the dining room where she could hear more cheering, “If I could spare a moment, I would. Unfortunately, I must attempt to keep a horde of dwarrow from breaking my mother’s fine porcelain!” She was quick to snatch one of her mother’s doilies from a passing dwarf, a harsh glare sent his way when she realized that he’d been using it as a towel.

“I promise, they may seem unruly but they’ll do no damage.” Kili stepped closer to her, “I’ve grown up with these men, they’re unruly, but good men.” He gave her a long pleading look, one that had her frustration wavering. She was near to giving in, thinking that she could spare just a few moments and trust Gandalf to keep them from breaking anything.

“Excuse me, Miss Baggins, but where should I put my plate?”

Billa turned to look at the young dwarf, her attention taken momentarily from the man in front of her. She opened her mouth to tell him that he could just set it in the sink, he seemed nice enough to not face her ire. That was until Fili stepped up beside him, eating a small roll as he spoke. “Here Ori, I’ll take it.”

Before Billa could protest, Fili had taken and launched the plate across the room, to another dwarf who had surely been standing in waiting. All thoughts of leaving the dwarrow alone in her home disappeared. And soon enough she was running around, trying to save her dishes and her mother’s silver as the dwarves sang a rather mocking song about how much she would hate it if they ruined her dishes.

By the end of it, she was sure her heart was going to beat out of her chest and she’d determined herself justified enough to kill Gandalf when she finally managed to get all of these dwarves out of her home. She’d shoved her way through the group, prepared to see the plates smashed and chipped together from the rough treatment of the dwarrow. Instead, she found herself staring at a neat pile of perfectly fine dishes and silverware. Not a crack, chip, or scratch to be found.

The dwarves around her were cheering and patting her on the back good-naturedly, all as she stood and stared. She wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry at the moment. She supposed she could have trusted Kili and, after this, perhaps it would be alright to sneak away and have a short conversation with him.

Nothing could ever be so easy, and everything seemed determined to happen one after another. So, it only seemed right that, moments later there would be another knock on the door. This one, however, sent every dwarf quiet, all of their eyes turning to look at the door as Gandalf gravely spoke, “He’s here.”

Billa wasn’t quite a fan of how foreboding that seemed as she found herself swept up in the crowd of dwarrow making their way toward her front door. She didn’t even have time to try and extract herself before Gandalf opened her front door to a stranger! As though he couldn’t have gotten any ruder!

“Gandalf,” Billa recognized this man, but only distantly. “I feared I might never find this place, I was lost twice on the way here. I only found it because of that scratch on the door.”

That spurred Billa to finally shove her way forward, “Scratch on the door!” She was indignant at the very thought, “There is no scratch on that door, I had it painted yesterday!”

“Yes there is, I put it there.”

Billa was sure she must have looked as red as a tomato with the snickers from around the room. Then, quickly, they were silenced. She wasn’t sure why until she heard Thorin speak, his voice speaking to how unimpressed he was with the hobbit in front of him. “So this is the hobbit?”

Billa turned to face him, feeling suddenly as though she was being scrutinized. For what? She couldn’t be certain. Still, she was a Baggins which meant that she wasn’t going to simply cower away from the majestic bastard staring her down. She wondered briefly if everyone in Kili’s family was as handsome as himself, his brother, and uncle.

She crossed her arms over her chest, staring at the man in front of her with slowly wavering confidence. Thorin began to circle her and just as soon as she’d gained her confidence, she’d lost it. She began to squirm nervously. What if Thorin thought she was unworthy of Kili? Not that she needed to be worthy of Kili, after all, his declaration had been nothing but a child’s request because they knew no better.

“Tell me, Mistress Baggins, what is your weapon of choice? Axe or sword?”

Billa blanched at the question, stuttering over herself for an answer. How was she meant to answer that? She was a hobbit and, like all respectable hobbits, she’d never held a true weapon in her life! She didn’t plan to start any time soon.

“I don’t see how that’s relevant,” She stuttered out, feeling all too indignant at the questions, “though if you must know I do have some skill at,” she trailed off after a moment, realizing suddenly that her joke would likely not be found funny to the man in front of her, “conkers.”

Thorin stopped at that and turned to face her fully. He gave a small chuckle, “I thought as much. You look more like a grocer than a burglar.” Billa could only manage to hear a bit of laughter from the company and Kili’s own calls of complaints to his uncle’s rudeness, the blood rushing through her ears from embarrassment was too loud.

Billa did not get a chance to properly speak with Kili until well after she’d passed out, the thought of a fiery dragon and the terrible things he could do to her sending her into a panic. She’d already turned away Gandalf and marched off to her room, muttering about meddling wizards when he finally came to find her.

To his own measure, he looked reasonably apologetic for the behavior of his uncle and the company of dwarrow that came with him. “Kili,” she greeted him as warmly as she could muster, after all, he hadn’t necessarily done anything wrong. And, she wasn’t one to hold a grudge.

“Billa,” he squirmed nervously in his place, “might I come in? I’ve been hoping to speak with you all night.”

Billa was indulgent enough and stepped aside to allow him to pass into her room. For a long moment, they didn’t say anything to one another. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable, but more something that spoke of the need both of them had for it. To, at the very least, have a moment to breathe.

“I must apologize for my uncle and Fili, they did not recognize you until I told them myself who you were.” He shuffled in place for a moment, “I am sure that they will apologize to you on their own. In time, of course.”

“I am not so certain that I would like their apologies,” Bill felt a bit like her mother at the moment, quick-tempered and unwilling to budge, “If their opinions of me only changed with a reminder of who I am.”

The words seemed to calm Kili a bit, though Billa couldn’t understand why he would be so calm when it came to her claiming her rather blunt feelings about the behavior of his family. She was certainly not behaving in the way of a hobbit.

“Not to worry, they will still expect you to prove yourself to them before their opinions entirely change,” he gave her a bright grin, “you should have plenty of opportunity on the quest.”

“Prove myself,” Billa stuttered, “the quest! I’ve already told Gandalf that I will not be going, no sir! I am a Baggins, which means that I must stay right where I am!”

Kili blinked at her for a moment, as though she’d just said the most outlandish thing he’d ever heard. He tilted his head curiously, “How am I meant to court you if you don’t go on the quest?”

Billa thought for a moment that she might faint again. Kili seemed to think the same and took quick initiative to guide her to a seat, providing her a safe moment of rest as he knelt before her. He wore a curious look on his face, one that Billa couldn’t decipher, no matter how hard she looked.

“Court me?” She finally managed to squeak the words out, but was immediately accosted with another wave of embarrassment and confusion. Kili didn’t seem as bothered by the words, almost as though they were a given considering the situation.

“Yes?” He seemed to think for a moment before his face brightened, “Oh! Of course, the bead!”

Before Billa could question him, he’d revealed that small pouch from earlier and held it up for Billa to see. From inside of the pouch, he pulled a small bead, one that was deeply ornate despite its size. Billa was made to hold it, allowed to look at it, and observe the stellar craftsmanship. Small flowers were made into the sides, gorgeous little things.

“I told you,” Kili moved to sit beside her and Billa let him, saying nothing as he began to braid a small piece of her hair, “that I would become an expert at my craft, then return to marry you. Of course, I know now that before marriage must come our courtship, so I will, rather unfortunately, have to put off the marriage bit for just a bit longer.”

He finished the braid before taking the bead gently from her. She had a moment to watch him as he, ever so gently, clasped the bead into her hair to hold the braid in place. “You were serious.” Billa realized, a small blush covering her face as she came to the realization that the dwarf had done exactly what he said he was, even if he’d been small when he promised it. “You truly intend to court me? You were only a child, Kili, I do not expect you to-”

“I want to,” he answered. There were no doubts in his voice. Then, for a moment he seemed nervous, “Do you not want me to court you?” Billa could see his eyes flicker toward the braid in her hair for just a moment.

She was quick to call to him, “No, no, that’s not it! I find you most agreeable now that you’ve grown and you’ve come all this way it seems rude not to let you have a shot! Not to mention,” she continued to ramble, waving her hands about in an attempt to calm Kili’s nerves. All it really served to do was fry her own.

She could only manage to quiet herself when Kili captured her hands in his own, pulling them to be still. He was giving her a dazzling smile that had her heart beating rapidly in her chest and her face turning to a light shade of pink.

“Well then,” Kili gave her hands a small squeeze, “all that is left is to give you your first courting gift. An example of my craft.” He puffed up a bit before handing the bag he’d pulled the bead from over to Billa. “Go on.”

He gave her a small nudge, but Billa still hesitated for a moment. Was she truly going to allow the dwarf to court her? She understood implicitly that, if she said yes, it meant she’d also be agreeing to go on this quest that Gandalf had been so insistent on needing her for. She knew she wasn’t the burglar that the company would need for such a quest. She’d no idea how to fight or exist out on the road. She knew nothing. It was sure to lead to danger, injury, and potentially even death.

Still, she found herself taking the small bag from Kili. Danger and injury be damned, she was a hobbit of her word and, though she certainly hadn’t expected to be forced to uphold it, she had promised a young dwarf that she would marry him one day. She supposed the quest would simply have to go along with it.

As gently as she could, Billa extracted a small necklace from the bag. It was nothing too flashy or odd, it was a simple but expertly made chain. Then, at the end was a little pendant. She took a moment to admire the craftwork of the chain before her eyes fell on the pendant itself. It was, rather romantically, shaped like a blackberry. The very reason they’d met.

She could have cried at the sight of it. It was so sweet, unbelievably sweet, and nothing that any other hobbit would ever have made for her. It made her heart swell and she could hardly even think before she’d lunged forward to wrap her dwarf up in a hug. Kili welcomed her embrace with open arms and a warm laugh.

“You have certainly outdone yourself, Master Kili, an expert in your craft to be certain.” Her voice came out with a bit of a waver, a wet sort of sob pulling at her throat.

Kili pulled her tighter and, for a brief moment, buried his face into her hair, “Shall I take this to mean you accept my first gift?”

Billa pulled back at that and held the necklace out to him, “Help me put it on, that should answer your question certainly.”

He grinned and, with a speed and strength that Billa would think just a bit too much about later, took the necklace and turned her so that she was sitting with her back to him. His hands were gentle, moving curly hair out of his way and brushing so softly against the back of her neck. A shiver pulled down her spine at the feeling and, it was only moments later that she could feel the cool press of silver resting against her neck and chest.

She touched the necklace gently, as though afraid it may break. She knew it wouldn’t, the craftsmanship was too grand for that. The simple coolness of it against her fingers made her heart flutter again and when Kili wrapped his arms gently around her middle, she felt that same flutter once again.

“I suppose,” she spoke after a moment, “I should go inform your uncle that I have made the decision to join the company.”

“It can wait,” Kili buried his face in her hair again, “It can wait a moment longer. I have waited years just to have the chance to hold you. I’ll not wait any longer.”

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