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Thorin was glad that Bilbo had accepted his offer of courtship, He knew it had to have been a shock, but it would just have hurt them both if the dwarven prince had kept his mouth shut for too long, they would take it slowly of course, Thorin knew his One had much recovering to do and a babe that would demand a lot of both of them.
The dwarf prince was more than happy to wait and tend to whatever his future nephews' needs were as he grew.
He just wished the recovery was not going at what seemed like a snail's pace, perhaps Bilbo needed more fresh air?
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Bilbo frowned as he pulled on the socks he had been forced to wear the past days, his feet no longer the same as they had been, now requiring covering to prevent discomfort or even pain at times!
Could not be helped he supposed, some walking should build up his tough skin as it had been, the smooth stone was much better than the sharp terrain he had been forced to walk through that managed to puncture into the thick soles.
Sore feet were not fun at all...
Loud babbling was heard making the hobbit smile, he would worry about it later, right now he had other concerns, thinking more on how to go forward with Thorin and taking care of Frodo.
Some simple soreness was nothing to be concerned about, he just had to push forward and it would go away, it always did.
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"Heeey that's my hair!" Kili whined as his hair was grabbed by an enthusiastic Frodo who already seemed to have made very good friends with the brothers, or at the very least their hair!
"Perhaps he is trying to help you smooth out that bird's nest you call hair!" Fili teased good-naturedly making his sibling stick his tongue out at him which Frodo also tried to make a grab for, thankfully the raven-haired child managed to keep that from being pulled! He needed that for talking and tasting food!
Fili patted the babes back and earned a belch as his reward "good one! We will make a proper dwarf out of this one yet!"
Kili nodded no longer upset at his tugged hair "We will always make sure our baby cousin is up to date on everything!"
Frodo gummed on his fist,a bit sad at the loss of his toy, but having a belly that felt better after it had released the air and naive to his cousins-in-laws plans for him in the future.
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"You can sit down dear, you look positively pekid!" Thora pointed out as Bilbo wandered around trying to bake a bit having promised to let the family try his famous tomato dish, his feet, particularly his left one, were hurting badly now, but nothing he could not handle, he would be sitting down to a nice meal momentarily after all and with his destined and his family to boot (pun not intended )
Thora did not like this one bit, her future grandson-in-law was obviously pushing himself despite his still-healing injuries, honestly, he and Thorin truly were made for each other! Stubborn as war rams!
Thorin did the same thing when he was a pebble, went a whole three days with a broken wrist from falling out of a tree before he caved and let Oin wrap it after attempting to splint it himself saying that since he was a big brother he should be able to take care of his own injuries and had no need to be babied anymore.
All that had earned him was an earful from Oin and an ear tug from his grandfather!
The royal family matriarch guessed a similar mindset was going on here, the hobbit was much smaller than most dwarves, not so much in height, of which he was a fair size, but in girth, seemingly having a body more suited to gaining soft fluff rather than hard muscle, so that might put pressure on him to be as independent as possible as to not be seen as weak, especially as the One of a dwarf prince! That certainly put pressure on her as a lass! Many said she was nothing more than a pretty decoration when she was first announced as future queen...
She had been very glad to prove those detractors wrong
Perhaps he just needed some encouragement to feel a bit less like he needed to prove himself so strongly when hurt? Thankfully he had been more open to letting others tend to little Frodo and seemed to be enjoying the breaks he got, there was no doubt he loved that little cutie pie to pieces but even the most loving of parents would feel overwhelmed at all this and need a much-deserved break! So he had that off his plate.
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"Oin told you to rest" Thorin said a bit blunter than he meant to upon seeing his One wandering around the kitchen with a pot of something in his hands, the heavenly smell filling the air.
"I am quite alright, no need to fuss over me when we can all be enjoying some good food!" Bilbo chuckled as he sat the pot down only to be forced to sit by two heavy hands pushing down on his shoulders.
"Relax" Thorin could tell his One was in pain and fighting it, he would just hurt himself worse, Thorin knew very well how that could happen...and there was much they would need to do, once Bilbo had truly healed from his wounds they had to announce him as future consort, Frodo would get a title of his own despite still being in infancy and would hold no direct line to the throne unless something ...less than pleasant, happened to the rest of the royal family.
So many legalities had to be taken care of-
A guard burst into the room