I thought of this chapter while I was back-editing all of RR&R. I hope you enjoy...

/ / / Bílina \ \ \

"Where is my grandchild?" Bilbo asked, leaning heavily on the cane as he walked into the room. Thorin was walking behind him, one hand on Bilbo's back guiding the hobbit.

Fralin moved over quickly and ushered Bilbo into a seat close to the bed before he settled back behind Liliana.

"Another little dwobbit girl," Liliana told her fathers, smiling at them tiredly.

"Hand her over then," Bilbo said, wriggling back into the chair. He looked up at Thorin nodding his head over until the dwarf smiled down at him and collected the waddled bundle from Liliana's arms and paused in the walk back to Bilbo to look down at the little babe. Bilbo smiled at the sweet, soft look that took over Thorin's face. Bilbo's chest tightened remembering that look so well from when they had held their own children for the first time.

Bilbo could see Fralin wrapping his arm more tightly around Liliana's shoulders and pulling her into him until she was reclined back against him. Her eyes blinked and closed slowly while Fralin looked down at her with such love that Bilbo wanted to hug the young dwarf.

Bilbo tore his eyes away from his daughter to look at his husband, still so broad and strong, holding his granddaughter with such love on his face. "If you come sit beside me we can both gaze at her in wonder."

Thorin nodded and came to perch next to Bilbo, sliding their granddaughter into the hobbit's arms. He remained hunched over and into Bilbo's space.

"She is perfect," Bilbo said, trailing his finger down the rosy apple of her cheek.

"Yes." Thorin agreed.

"I never did think I would be a grandfather before I met you," Bilbo said, nuzzling his face into the skin of Thorin's neck.

"I believe Dís' shock when I married was a good indication that you changed my outlook as well," Thorin said.

"Then we had our little dwobbits."

"Not so little anymore," Thorin reminded.

Bilbo sighed. "They grew up too quickly and now I'm an old hobbit with grandchildren."

"Not so old," Thorin challenged.

Bilbo shrugged and bent his head down to kiss his granddaughter on the forehead. "I wonder what they will name her."

"Liliana will tell us when she wakes, I am sure," Thorin said, settling a little more comfortably – ready to guard his granddaughter until his daughter woke again.

When she did she informed them that their first granddaughter would bear the name Bílina.

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