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Kíli and Fíli moved with their Uncles, Bilbo and Thorin.
Dís, their mother and Thorin’s sister is a health care worker. Not wanting to risk the health of her lovely, precious, innocent and well behaved sons, she asked her brother to take care for them for some time.
“I’m having a lot of work, doing extra shifts. I’m barely home; I need to make sure they’re okay and that someone is watching over them” Spoke Dís over the phone, not aware of how pale was her brother’s face. He could barely survive a weekend with them, now imagine a few months.
Though, Thorin knew he had no other option but to say yes.
The boys had no father. Their Uncle Frerin might be older than their mum but not mature enough to take care of a pair of teenagers. And their Grandpa Thráin wasn’t even an option.
He and Bilbo were working from home and were also raising their adopted nephew, Frodo. So they were the perfect option.
And besides, Thorin loved his sister, he simply couldn’t say no to her.
“Perhaps, I could send them with Dwalin…No, the man would murder the boys within 25 minutes…” Thorin laughed at the thought.
He accepted.
“Lovely, I’ll drop them off on Saturday morning” Said Dís and hung up the phone.
When Thorin told Bilbo, he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
After breakfast, Bilbo left the house to get groceries, as he does once a week.
Thorin stayed at home watching over their nephews.
Currently, he was sitting in a rocking chair, book on his hand and little Frodo on his lap.
"The more that you read, the more things you will know. The more that you lear…” Thorin read when he was interrupted.
- Uncle Thorin, we have a small problem…- said Fíli
Thorin sighed.
- How bad is it? - he asked in a whisper, for little Frodo fell asleep halfway the book.
- Well, no one got hurt. Not until Uncle Bilbo gets here.
Thorin sighed, again. He stood up and placed the toddler on his little crib and then followed Fíli to the kitchen.
When he stepped in, everything seemed normal, except for the light smell of something burnt.
- What did you two rascal did now? - he asked.
Kili started talking.
- We wanted to make a little surprise for you and uncle Bilbo so this morning Fee and me were watching some recipes on YouTube. We tried to make a cake but…- he turned around and took a baking tray on his hands. Thorin could see that the so said cake was completely burnt, black as charcoal and hard as a rock.
Okay, it wasn’t that bad. He’s a terrible cook too and has burnt a few things before. He was expecting the kitchen on fire or one of the boys with a finger chopped off from using a knife. And what happened was in an attempt of a good deed and not in an act of mischief.
- It is okay. A surprise for Bilbo? That’s very nice from you guys. - said Thorin,
with a little smile, like to assure the boys that he wasn't upset.
- Well, tried to make another one after the first one failed….
- But somehow it…exploded the oven.
Thorin’s smile vanished and the brothers with amusement and terror, saw slowly the rage coming to their uncle’s face.
- And…
- AND? THERE’S MORE?
The brothers nodded slowly. Fíli walked to the fridge and opened the freezer. The was an explosion of coloured ice and two empty Coca-Cola cans cut in half.
- There were no sodas on the fridge so we put them in the freezer so they could cool faster. - explained Fíli.
- Don’t you know that cans can explode? We have a tray of ice right there, WHY DIDN’T YOU USED A CUP? THE OVEN AND THE FREEZER ARE A MESS, CAN’T I LEAVE YOU ALONE FOR A FEW MINUTES? YOUR UNCLE IS GOING TO KILL YOU BOTH FOR DOING THIS AND THEN ME BECAUSE I WAS IN CHARGE! - Thorin yelled at them, anger taking over him. Both brothers bowed their heads in shame and gave their uncle an apologetic look, which made Thorin’s heart ache. No matter how much they misbehave or how much they grow, in his eyes, there will always be the lovely little kids he helped her sister raise. He took a deep breath.
- Listen, I’m sorry I raised my voice but I am upset. Like I said, that little surprise you planned was very nice…but you guys messed up. Now you’re going to clean this up before he gets here. - said Thorin in a more calm voice.
Fíli and Kíli nodded in agreement with their uncle and started taking out of a cabinet all the cleaning supplies.
But no more than 15 seconds later, they heard the front door open. Their hearts stopped.
Bilbo opened the door of their house, setting down the grocery bags he was carrying in his arms. He took off his disposable mask and threw it away, making his way to the room to change his clothes and wash his hands while Thorin, Fíli and Kíli ran around the kitchen in panic.
- He’s back, what are we going to do? - Fíli whispered loud.
- Uncle Thorin, you distract him! - Said Kíli.
- Right, but quick, clean this up as quick as you can.
Thorin took a deep breath, tryin to act as normal as possible, walked out of the kitchen while the two boys cleaned as fast as they could trying to stay calm.
- Hello, love! - Opening the door of their room, Thorin greeted his husband who was putting an oversized jumper on.
- Oh, hello there! - he smiled and gave his husband a kiss. -Did you cooked something? When I steeped into the house it smelled like something burned - asked Bilbo. Thorin, with a lot of effort tried not to let his face give him away.
- Ah the smell….well…yes, I…I burned a toast? - He lied
- A toast... you burned a toast?
- Yes.
Bilbo arched his eyebrow and Thorin gulped. “Oh no, we’re so screwed” he though.
- Didn’t you had enough breakfast? I guess I'll have to give you more food then. - Said Bilbo shrugging.
- Yes, thank you my love. Now, why don’t you go and take a look at Frodo. He’s sleeping, I'll put the groceries away.
- Suuure....Thorin, is everything okay?
- Yes! Why wouldn’t be? You were gone for more than an hour. He missed you. - said Thorin with a nervous laugh, walking Bilbo to Frodo’s room. Bilbo’s confusion growing.
He walked into the kitchen with the grocery bags, his nephews still running around cleaning. The freezer and the oven looked…decent now.
- What are you doing here, you’re supposed to he distracting him! - said Kíli.
- He’s with Frodo. - Thorin replied and took a paper towel to help them cleaning.
A couple of minutes later, the giggle of a toddler made them look up from their task.
Frodo, who was standing by the kitchen’s door next to his uncle, watched in amusement the scene. Bilbo had his arms crossed and a little smile on his face.
- So… are you guys done cleaning? I need to put the groceries away - He asked.
The three looked at him, and then at each other. No one wanting to say a word.
- Uncle Bilbo… - started both brothers but Bilbo held his hand up.
- Shush, I already knew.
- You did? - asked Thorin and the boys at the same time.
- Oh yes I did! Those sodas were left overnight and I found them this morning while preparing breakfast. And when I left to the store, I forgot my wallet so I had to sneak into the house to get it. That's when I heard you talking about a second attempt on baking the cake. - Bilbo explained calmly
- So… you’re not upset? Asked Fíli.
- Upset? Well, I'm going to the count to three so you can get out of my kitchen or so help me. - Bilbo didn’t even had to start counting before his husband and nephews ran out of the kitchen, Frodo giggling again and following behind. Bilbo sighed and smiled, before finishing the cleaning.