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Azog gritted his teeth, this was stupid. Blue eyes glared into blue eyes, as Azog and Thorin stared each other down. Only Thranduil noticed the looks the dwarf and the orc were giving each other, Bilbo was too busy cooing over the book on his and Thorin's laps.
It was a little reading exersize, Radigast picked the pairs that the class would be working in. Bilbo with Throin, Azog with Thranduil, and Dwalin with Bard. Every pair got a little book to read through.
Azog wasn't happy with how close Thorin was sitting next to Bilbo. He certainly wasn't happy with how Thorin seemed to lean over Bilbo. The only thing keeping him from breaking Thorin's arm was Bilbo's love for books and the threat of being moved to a different class.
He tried not to break the spine of the book when Bilbo beamed up at Thorin, the hobbit's face bright with joy as chubby fingers pointed at the page. With a growl Azog turned away as the cover bent in his hands.
“You're really bad at this,” Thranduil sighed as he gestured to the bent and torn book.
Azog simply huffed, “I don't care, stupid knife ears.”
“No,” Thranduil sighed before he teased with a sing song voice, “You're upset that the prince will steal away your little friend.”
Folding his arms, Azog didn't deny nor did he confirm the elf's words. He simply gripped his sleeves tighter, he wasn't going to lose his only friend. He wasn't going to lose Bilbo to the scowling prince. Thorin didn't deserve Bilbo's smiles, not that he did, but he wasn't going to share his hobbit.
Luckily Radigast returned before there could be farther incident when Thorin held Bilbo's hand. With a clap of his hands he spoke with a cheery voice, “Now who would like to tell me what book you all read?”
Bilbo waved his hand first, his little chubby fingers fluttering through the air as he squirmed in his seat. After he received his “Yes Bilbo” he gave his narration to Thorin's and his book. “We read the story of Beauty and Pok-Face. It's a story of two sisters and how they married their true-loves.”
Radigast patted Bilbo's head, before handing Thorin and Bilbo a small treat. “Good job, anyone else?”
“We read the story of Weaver and the Spider. A basket weaver outwits a spider so she can live after she bragged about her skills.” Thranduil stated boredly as he waited for his treat. His eyes narrowed at the tootsie roll in his hands, Bilbo and Thorin got Milky ways.
Bard raised his hand, “We read the story of Sleeping beauty, where a princes is cursed to sleep forever til her true love wakes her with a kiss.”
“What kind of kiss?” Thranduil asked as he chewed through his sweet.
“On the mouth.” Dwalin shrugged.
“Why?” Bilbo asked with a tilt of his head.
“Because only true loves kiss could wake her.” Bard stated blankly, it was obvious to him.
“But Gandy kisses my forehead all the times, does that mean he doesn't love me?” Bilbo patted at his forehead with frowned brows.
“No, no, no, Bilbo,” Radigast waved his hands as he knelt near the little hobbit. “Gandalf loves you very much, but the kind of kisses Dwalin and Bard are talking about are very different than the kind of kisses Gandalf gives you.”
“How are they different?” Azog asked with a frown of his own.
Dwalin stood with the book in his hands, his face set in a determined line as he waddled over to Bilbo. He looked between the hobbit and the page multiple times while Radigast described the kisses that mommies and daddies gave each other.
“It goes like this, if the books right,” Dwalin grumbled before he leaned down to press a chaste kiss to the little hobbit's lips. He looked down at the book again before pressing a kiss to Bilbo's forehead, “That's the difference, I think.”
Radigast had a hard time explaining to the King of Erebor why his son had beaten up the head of the guards' son, as well as why an orc beat up the two young dwarves. He was even less pleased to explain to Gandalf why Bilbo wouldn't pull his face out of Smaug's tummy. Gandalf must have figured it out because Dwalin came to class the next day with a frog's head.