#bagginshield fic rec
Part 1 here. Clicky clicky! Also, comments are love!
Bilbo wasn’t sure why he had not told Thorin about his incident with Borin. He supposed that in the wake of Dáin’s sincere apology, he was lulled into believing that this situation was resolved and that he could put the memory of that nasty encounter behind him.
Bilbo should have known that things had never gone smoothly for him, at least not since Gandalf had shown up and tempted him away from the safety of his Hobbit hole.
From across the field, he could feel Borin’s gaze burn into the back of his head, causing the hair on his nape to rise. It would have been so easy to turn around and return the Dwarf’s hard glare or to walk on over and confront Borin on his boorish, unpleasant attitude, consequences be damned.
Fili: Right. Dwarves to the rescue!
Kili: With Uncle Thorin in the lead. Where’s Stitch? Did she die again?
Fili: Nope, she’s grabbing the double-bladed lightsaber. She was about to die of squee but then THAT ENDING.
Kili: Exactly. That ending. I have Usagi with us. Kenshin’s volunteering too. He went Battousai on us the minute we got to The Ending!
Fili: I forsee Death by Orcrist, Grasper and Keeper for Suicidally Stupid Evil Mooks. Also, Balin is my HERO. Y'all hear me? BALIN IS AN EXAMPLE FOR BIG BROTHERS EVERYWHERE.
Kili: Dear, sweet, beautiful Lady Bgtea - you’re not about to leave us hanging, right? Right? *makes Durin Puppy Eyes*
