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Bilbo heard Thorin before she saw her. Groans and grunts filtered through to where Bilbo was reading quietly.
“Thorin?” Bilbo called questioningly.
Thorin shuffled into the room, supported on one side by Fili, Kili trailing behind them with a grin on his face.
“What on earth happened?”
“Sigrid was sick so Thorin subbed for her for our football game. There was a small tackling incident.”
“Jesus, Fili! It’s supposed to be a non-contact sport!”
Thorin dropped gracelessly onto the couch. Bilbo suppressed a wince as grass-and-dirt stained clothing met white fabric.
“You clearly didn’t play at uni,” muttered Thorin.
Bilbo rounded on her. “And you! What did you think you were doing? You’re not twenty anymore!”
Thorin’s mulish expression was more suited to a four year old, than a forty year old.
“Don’t blame me, it was that Bolg kid.”
“Bolg?”
“George Boland. We call him Bolg because-“ Fili registered Bilbo’s expression. “Actually, never mind.”
Thorin drew in her breath sharply as she hoisted her foot up onto the footstool. Bilbo did wince at the swollen ankle.
“It’s okay. We had Oin look at it. He said nothing’s broken,” Fili assured her.
“Nothing broken but my pride,” added Thorin ruefully.