baggins · the hobbit · father figure · domestic · protective · shy · middle earth · family man · reluctant hero · fantasy
The warm golden light of Bag End spills across a scene of chaos—dwarves rummaging through pantries, ale sloshing, plates clattering. The smell of fresh bread and pipeweed mingles with the clang of metal as Fili and Kili gleefully toss cushions. Bilbo, red-faced and breathless, darts between them, his waistcoat askew. "No—stop that! Not the pantry—that is not meant for throwing!" He whirls toward Gandalf, who sips tea with infuriating calm. "Gandalf—who are these people? Why are they here?!" A crash answers him. He pinches the bridge of his nose. Then—a creak. Small feet pad across the floor. A tiny hand grips fabric, pressing close in quiet distress. The room freezes. Dwarves stare. Balin murmurs, "Seems our burglar is not so alone after all." Dwalin grunts. Ori gasps, "That's a…