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Bilbo ,as useall, spent his afternon's with a hot cup of tea. Sitting in his armchair, riding a book and lisening to the fire crackling.
But then a knock at the door was heard. Expecting it to be his husband coming back earlier form the Wednesday meltings, Bilbo gladly anserd.
"Come inn."
The door opened, but instead of his husband, he saw his son standing in the doorway.
"Oh, hello dear. Arent you suposed to be in lesons with Balin now? Did you skip agein? I told you not to lisen to your cousins-"
"No Papa, I got permisjon from mister Balin. I just need to talk to you about something." Frodo reassured his hobbit father.
"Oh ok then, ask away my boy." Bilbo said, waving his son into the room. And patting the armchair next to him.
"You know how im both Hobbit and Dwarf?" Frodo asked.
"Yes Frodo, i made you." Bilbo said with a look that told the boy what he'd just asked, was a stupid question.
"And you know how dwarfs grow beards?" Frodo asked, yet again.
"Get to the point my boy" Bilbo answered with a half annoyed look.
"Right, sorry. Well I have started to grow facial hair." Frodo said looking down at his feet.
"Congratulation!" Bilbo said, thinking this was a good thing. But judging by the look on his sons face, it wasn't.
"Is there something wrong Frodo dear?" Bilbo asked.
"Well, I kinda dont...want a beard.." Frodo hesitatingly said, looking down at his feet.
"Oh, but thats ok my boy. You can just shave it." Bilbo answered.
"Thats the thing. I don't know how.." Frodo said looking up at his Papa.
"Im sorry to disapoint you Frodo, but I dont eather. Hobbits dont grow any other hair then on our feet." He said, wiggling his toes a bit.
"But you should ask your adad. He is a dwarf afterall." Bilbo said.
"Thats also a problem, I dont want to ask him." Frodo said looking away from his father agein.
"And why is that?" Bilbo looked puzzled. Frodo has never been afraid of asking his dwarf father about anything before.
"I know how inportent beards are for dwarfs. I just dont want to disapoint him." Frodo answered. Bilbo plased a hand on his sons thigh.
"Dont be afraid to ask him Frodo. Your adad loves you no matter what you should choose to do." Bilbo said.
"Are you sure Papa? What if he gets mad." Frodo said. He knows his adad could get pretty angry. Especially when King Thranduil was on a wisit.
"Look I know better then anyone how intimidating your other father can be. But when it comes to his family, he will always suport us." Bilbo said looking at his son in the most reassuring way he could muster.
"Alright, I'll ask him. Thank you Papa." Frodo finally said. Then giving his father a hug and storming out the door to find his other father.
After both looking and asking around. He finally found his father deep in conversation with Dwalin at a table in the royal halls. Thorin spotted his son standing in the doorway and smiled.
"At least his in a good mood" Frodo thought.
"Inúdoy! Come sitt." Thorin pattedyr the place next to him on the bench he was sitting on.
"Hello adad, mister Dwalin." Frodo nodded to the bald dwarf while sitting down.
"My prince." Dwalin bowd his head in reply.
"Aren't you suposed to be in lesons with Balin right now? Did Fili and Kili get you to skip lesons agein. Those boys never learn-"
"No no adad! Papa asked the same question. Mister Balin lett me skip." Frodo stopped his father. Before he could make even more assumptions about his cousins.
"I just wanted to talk to you, alown if its ok." Frodo asked.
"Of course, Dwalin I'll catch up with you later." Thorin said. Dwalin bowd to them both and took his leave.
As soon as the door closed Frode turned to his dwarven father.
"Adad, as you know im soon becoming of age." Frodo said, Thorin nodded.
"And I have started to grow facial hair."
Thorin looked suprised by this, but settled down and lett his son continue.
Frodo hesitated for a moment.
"Im sorry, but I dont want a beard. Though I know how inportent beards are for dwarfs. And I should be honerd to be growing one but it just dosent feel like me. Im sorry!" Frodo was a little out of breath after all that. Thorin looked suprised, but his expression slowly changed. Though Frodo couldn't tell if it was a positiv og negativ one, damm his father and his unbearable face expressions.
But then the young dwabbit was swoped into a warm embrace by his adad. Making him realise that this was infact a positiv respons.
"Its ok inúdoy. Its your decision to make, i wount be angry at you. With or without a beard, you'll be my son eatherway." Frodo hugged his father tight and smiled into his warm fur coat.
"Beards may be inportent to dwarfs. But remember, you are only half dwarf. None will judge you for not having facial hair." Thorin said.
"Will you help me shave then adad?" Frodo asked, his voice muffled by the fur.
"Of course I will my boy."