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Frodo pestered him for weeks until Bilbo had finally agreed. Every time Bilbo picked him up after ballet class, Frodo was eager to show him his new dance steps.
"Hello Frodo. I'm sorry ... the traffic was horrible. Did you have fun today?"
"Yes Uncle. Mr. Oakenshield taught us how to do pirouettes."
Bilbo furrowed his eyebrows. "Mr. Oakenshield? I thought Mr. Ori is your teacher."
A man in his mid thirties entered the ballet hall. He wore a tight grey shirt and black
sweat pants. "Hello there. Mr. Ori called in sick two days ago. I'm his substitute for the next weeks."
Frodo tugged on Bilbos sleeve. "Uncle this is Mr. Oakenshield. My new teacher."
"Thorin Oakenshield."He held out his hand.
"Bilbo Baggins. I'm Frodos uncle. Nice to meet you."
Thorin got down on one knee and ruffled Frodos hair. " I hope you had fun today and don't forget to practice your pirouettes."
"Yes I will do that. Come on uncle let's go home." Frodo snatched his backpack from Bilbos hand and ran towards the locker room.
"He is really energetic. It is a pleasure to work with him."
Bilbo sighed " Yeah I'm glad we found a way to direct his energy into the right channels."
Thorin scratched the back of his head "Are you interested in dance lessons? I give evening dance lessons for adults two times a week."
He roamed through his gym bag and gave him a business card "Give me a call if you are interested."
Bilbo studied the card and chuckled nervously "Ah ... I´d better check on Frodo. You can´t leave them alone for more than ten minutes. Children.... "
Thorin nodded in agreement" I have two nephews at the same age. Sometimes they are a bit of a handful."
"Very well then. Good-bye Mr. Oakenshield."