With
bells on
Author: wanderingsmith
may 2014
Summary: crack: braid + bells + mud + Thorin
...well.. Bilbo's in there too, of course :D
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: I ain't got no money, and nobody'd be daft enough to
pay me for this. As it is thought, so let it be said; you make the
toys, I play with 'em.
AN: Result of a random conversation with Bofursunboundbraids
:)
Bilbo woke slowly; not particularly comfortable, but too sore after
the last few days to care about anything but laying still.
Especially seeing as there was no comfortable bed within walking
distance.
The sound of spoons in bowls, however, made it plain he would soon
be forced up by their illustrious leader, no matter how he felt
about it.
He muttered under his breath as he stretched, still annoyed at the
lecture he'd gotten when he'd finally made it into camp last night.
He was trying to *help* his royal gruffness! But could the
confounded dwarf find even a smidgen of respect for any abilities
that did not relate to *axe or sword*?? NO!
Just *how* did he expect Bilbo to scout out WARGS, of all things, by
any means OTHER than stepping quietly?? It was hardly the hobbit's
fault if dwarrows were obviously deaf, most likely due to their
thick heads.
Finally standing, he frowned at the strange sound of bells,
wondering which of his companions had decided to add some annoying
new toy to their blasted hair routines. And speaking of that... he
touched the side of his head above his ear and sighed, discouraged
at yet another bit of bad luck. His braiding skills were still
pitiful. He could either redo the braid of intent and listen to
insulted whining at its loose and lumpy imperfection.. or crawl to
his arrogant knuckle-headed would-be mate to ask him to put it back
in.
Too frustrated for words, he stomped his foot, wishing it was on a
dwarven posterior. Jerking his eyes down at the sharp tinkle that
resulted.
Only to find that the feeling of matted hair that he'd assumed was
from mud on his beautiful *straight* foot hairs, was that confounded
braid! With BELLS woven in!!!
"THORIN!!!"
He never could decide if discovering his own voice could roar like
that was more satisfying than seeing the King of Erebor fall off his
log and into a mud puddle.
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