Uncle Bilbo

Summary: While at the carrock Fili and Kili get into an argument over which of them 'Uncle' Bilbo likes best. Thilbo slash, but very mild. One-shot.

A/N: It's a bit short but it was begging to be written…so I wrote it. Hopefully you guys like it as much as I do. ^.^

Night had spread its wings across the lands of Middle Earth. Against the backdrop dark grey rocks that made up what was known as the Carrock the soft orange glow of a campfire flickered merrily. Seated around this fire was an odd assortment of Dwarves, a small Hobbit, and one old Wizard.

Bilbo Baggins, the small Hobbit of the group, was trying to figure out how he'd ended up wedged in between two arguing young Dwarf princes. Fili and Kili had started arguing over which of them was more handsome, which then turned to who was the better fighter, and had now become an argument over which of them Bilbo of all people liked best.

"No way! I'm his favorite…have been all along."

"You couldn't even get his name right when we met him. Uncle Bilbo likes me best."

Bilbo started at Fili's words and stammered as he tried to interject between them and stop the escalating fight.

"Uncle?! Now you two listen here…are you listening to me?! I aid stop fighting you…overgrown halfwits!"

Thorin sat on a bit of rock nearby as he was set to take first watch that night; though at the moment he was fighting hard to contain the smile that was trying to break out across his face. Bilbo's face was flushed and he was clearly flustered by the two younger dwarves of the Company. Balin sat close to Thorin and didn't bother to hide his amusement, nor did the rest of the dwarves scattered around the fire.

"Uncle Bilbo…tell Fili that I'm your favorite!"

"No! You have to tell Kili that I'm your favorite!"

Bilbo was looking between the two of them with wide eyes and Thorin finally took pity on the poor Hobbit. He came over to the three of them and gently smacked both of his nephews on the backs of their heads before wrapping an arm around Bilbo's shoulders.

"You two should not drag Bilbo into your little arguments. Could you not see that he was uncomfortable with it?"

The two princes bowed low to Bilbo, their faces looking much like kicked puppies as they apologized repeatedly.

"It's alright…just…don't do that again…ok?"

They nodded quickly and Thorin led Bilbo away from the Company to sit next to him during the watch, his arm never leaving the Hobbit's shoulders even as the smaller male's head dropped onto Thorin's shoulder when he fell asleep. Everyone else soon settled into sleep, all save for a wizened old wizard who puffed his pipe with a smile long into the night.