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~:~ Uncle Frerin ~:~

Bilbo found it odd that his husband Thorin Oakenshield, King under the Mountain and ruler of Erebor for ten years, skipped dinner one night out of all the nights they've been together. He knew Thorin would never miss a meal or anytime he would spend with his darling hobbit. But as many times as Bilbo pushed the thought in the back of his mind, he just had some sick feeling that Thorin was cheating on him.

For the past few days, Thorin had been arriving late to their chambers with his cloak on differently and other various parts of him different than when he left earlier that morning. Each time he questioned him about his tardiness, the dwarf king simply stated he had been in the mines, or a meeting, or with Balin, or in the forges, or fashioning some object for his beautiful husband. And with each excuse, Bilbo nodded and forgave Thorin for being late. But today was different story for Frerin, their son, had seen his father walking arm in arm with a handsome blond dwarf. Poor lad had dashed into the royal quarters, with Bofur not far behind, and into the study where Bilbo was working on his anniversary gift for Thorin. Being the worried parent he was, Bilbo had gently asked his son what was wrong, and when Frerin told him what his father was doing, Bilbo felt an empty hole form in his small heart. It was true. His fears were true.

"Thank you, dear," Bilbo said, hugging Frerin close. "I'll talk to your father about that." He glanced at Bofur who had no idea what the lad was talking about. "Why don't you go to the library and continue your Khuzdul lessons with Ori and Balin," he commanded rather than asked.

"Papa, I don't want to go do more lessons," he complained. "They're boring."

"No," Bilbo said, shaking his head. "Go do them."

Sadly, the hobbit watched Bofur escort his son out of the chambers and to the library before he returned to Thorin's desk which now made Bilbo sick to his stomach. Abandoning the project he was working on, Bilbo trudged into the kitchen, the only place that didn't remind him of that dwarf, and curled up on the floor where he cried for hours.

"Frerin," Thorin said, smiling when he saw his son zoning in and out of Balin's lesson. "Time to go, son."

"Daddy," Frerin replied, jumping off the tall stool and running to his father but stopping short when he remembered what he had seen his father doing. The young dwobbit eyed the dwarf king carefully, as carefully as any ten-year-old would. "Daddy," he said again, this time in a slightly scolding tone. The little boy crossed his arms over his chest and scowled at his father.

"What is it?" Thorin asked, his brow creasing at his son's odd behavior.

Frerin turned up his nose and walked from the library and to the royal quarters.

Thorin looked to Balin for answers, but the white-haired dwarf shrugged. "I swear," Thorin muttered, following his son. "He's looking like Bilbo every time he does that."

"Papa!" Frerin called, running into the chambers after Thorin opened the door. "Papa?" he asked aloud, looking around the room. Shrugging, the child scampered into the kitchen where his papa would normally be at the end of his daddy's day. "Papa?" he asked again, seeing Bilbo on the floor. "Daddy."

To be honest, Bilbo heard the front door open and had been incredibly weak and too drained from crying to move. He knew Frerin would get Thorin as soon as he saw him on the floor, and Bilbo just didn't have the strength to get up.

"Daddy," Frerin called again and soon Thorin appeared in the doorway.

A look of fear and worry passed over the dwarf's face as he nearly rushed to his husband's side. "Bilbo," he said gently, smoothing a large hand over the hobbit's face and checking for any damages. "Are you alright?" he asked, fear clear in his blue eyes.

"Papa?" Frerin asked again, standing beside Thorin.

The dwarf glanced at Frerin before saying, "Go to your room, Frerin."

The little dwobbit left the room without any argument.

With a quiet sigh, Bilbo slowly sat up. "I'm fine," he lied softly.

Thorin didn't look convinced. "What's the matter, Bilbo?" he asked, grasping his husband's forearms and pulling him up. "Are you hurt? Are you sick?" The dwarf king searched his hobbit's face for some answer. "Bilbo."

Bilbo glanced at Thorin's neck, thinking it was a neutral spot to stare at as he collected his next lie. And upon staring at the dwarfs' neck, Bilbo couldn't help but notice a new bead in his husband's hair. TDF was engraved on the bead, and Bilbo felt bile rise up in his throat. His face paled and he began to swallow desperately, trying not to vomit. But as much as Bilbo tried to focus on not vomiting, his eyes caught sight of a gold brooch just under Thorin's cloak. Turning around and barely making it, Bilbo emptied the bile from his stomach into the sink and continued his dry heaves with Thorin worriedly rubbing his back. Physically shaking after his heaves ceased, he felt Thorin dab a cool cloth on his face before being lifted into the dwarf king's strong arms. Sickly, Bilbo suppressed another dry heave as Thorin laid him on their bed.

The dwarf sat on the bed beside his hobbit, pressing the cool cloth to Bilbo's warm face. "What is wrong, Bilbo?" Thorin pleaded, his sapphire eyes gleaming with sadness.

Bilbo shook his head and curled into a ball on the bed, his back to Thorin.

The King looked taken aback. "Have... have I done something to upset you?" he asked, his heart clenching when he heard his husband sob. "Bilbo-"

"Daddy?" Frerin asked, suddenly tugging on Thorin's sleeve.

"Yes," Thorin breathed, forcing his gaze away from his hobbit and to his son. "What is it?"

"Uncle Balin is at the door," the dwobbit said, his hand tightly clutching his teddy bear. "Is Papa okay?"

Thorin sighed heavily. "Papa's just tired," Thorin lied, taking his son's free hand and leading the child from the room. "Go back and play, alright?"

Frerin nodded and ran back into his room as Balin entered the common room.

"What is it, Balin?" Thorin asked, running a hand over his face.

"The meeting you are supposed to hold tonight is pushed until tomorrow evening," the white-haired dwarf replied. "Due to an untimely visitor," he said, raising his eyebrows. "Honestly, Thorin. It is still a wonder to me how you managed to keep him a secret from everyone in the Company."

Thorin smiled and motioned Balin to sit down as he did the same. "Well, that called for some carefully planned strategies," the dwarf king said with a light chuckle.

"Well, you certainly fooled us," Balin said. "It took me well over an hour to realize who you were walking so closely with. And I can honestly say, my dear friend, I am proud that you made this decision. The Company and I couldn't be happier."

The dwarf king nodded his thanks and smiled. "I timed it perfectly didn't I?" he joked. "Around the time of our anniversary, so Bilbo wouldn't suspect a thing-"

"I wouldn't suspect what?" Bilbo asked, his face as pale as it had been only minutes ago. He looked dreadfully sick to Thorin who immediately turned around at the sound of the hobbit's weak voice.

"What?" Thorin asked, his brow creasing slightly.

"Don't play dumb, Oakenshield," Bilbo said with much more force than he thought he had in him.

Balin raised his eyebrows and shifted his attention to a very interesting speck on the wall, while Thorin's mouth slightly parted in shock for Bilbo hardly ever called him that and when the hobbit did, it meant Thorin was in trouble.

"I... I... honestly don't know what you're talking about," Thorin replied, slightly cowering as his husband came to stand in front of him.

"What were you talking about when I walked in?"

"Balin and I were discussing dinner and our new guest," Thorin said calmly, looking up at Bilbo. "Why?"

Bilbo huffed pitifully before sinking down in the seat beside Thorin. "Because... because I want to know if you're cheating on me," he said quietly, avoiding the dwarf's gaze.

"What?" Thorin asked, wondering if he had heard right. "Bilbo, I would never cheat on you. Ever." He turned to face the hobbit and grasped his husband's hands firmly. "Look at me, Bilbo," he commanded softly. "Never in all of Middle Earth would I cheat on you. I would only be cheating on my heart if I hurt you in such a way. I am a dwarf, and dwarfs love fiercely. Not a day goes by when I don't think about you and our son. You are my world, Bilbo. I wouldn't give that up for all the gold in Erebor." He smiled gently and wiped a stray tear from Bilbo's cheek. "Now, what made you think I was cheating on you?"

"Frerin told me he saw you walking with this blond dwarf and I couldn't help but jump to conclusions you know I do that a lot and I was so tired from working on your anniversary gift and you know how Frerin exaggerates things like you I just didn't know what to believe and Bofur was there and he had no idea what he was talking about and I was so worried and scared I laid on the kitchen floor and cried for hours because I was scared and afraid I would never call you mine again and when I saw your new bead and the brooch I was sick at the thought of you being with someone else and Thorin I was so upset that you were cheating on me I didn't want you to abandon me and Frerin and-"

Thorin silenced Bilbo's rambling with a passionate kiss that left his hobbit breathless. "I would never abandon you two," Thorin choked out. "You two are the best thing that has ever happened to me." He pressed another firm kiss to Bilbo's lips. "That dwarf our son saw me with was my brother."

Bilbo's jaw nearly dropped. "What?" he asked. "I thought you said he was in the Blue Mountains with your sister?"

The dwarf king proudly smiled. "He and my sister have come here to Erebor where they will be staying for the next few months," he grinned. "I didn't want to tell you or anyone else because I wanted everyone to be surprised when they saw him. And as for the bead, those are the initials of my name, my sister's name, and my brother's name."

"The brooch?" Bilbo asked, bending the material of Thorin's armor to reveal the brooch.

"My sister crafted it," Thorin replied. "The design is my brother's. She figured it was too risky to send it with a dwarf here."

"Oh," Bilbo sighed. "Oh... well then..." He looked at his husband and smiled brightly, hugging his Thorin's neck. "Oh," he breathed. "I finally get to meet the dwarf you named our son after."

Thorin grinned and pulled back. "Now, if you would get our son ready, I would escort you down to dinner," he said, pecking Bilbo's lips before the hobbit stood. He smiled and watched Bilbo leave the room before looking at the old dwarf. "Sorry, Balin," he apologized, standing up as well. "It seems my tactics failed to think of one dwobbit."

Balin chuckled and stood alongside his king whose face lit with a warm smile when Bilbo and little Frerin walked into the room.

"Ready?" he asked, holding out his hand to Bilbo.

"Yes," the hobbit replied, giggling as Thorin's beard tickled his neck.

"Papa?" Frerin asked, tugging on Bilbo's other hand. "Can I walk with Uncle Balin?"

Bilbo smiled and glanced at Thorin who nodded. "Of course, sweetie," he said, sending Balin a half-apologetic look.

Thorin, Bilbo, Frerin, and Balin entered the dining hall to find the Company members waiting patiently for this 'urgent' formal dinner to begin. All bowed their heads when the royal family entered. Balin took his spot beside his brother who was directly to the right of the King's chair, as Thorin helped Bilbo get their son seated in his chair at the table. Then all watched the King pull out the hobbit's chair and press a light kiss to the creature's temple before sitting at the head of the table himself.

"This formal dinner has been organized because Erebor has two guests that will be staying here for a few months," Thorin said, flashing Bilbo a small smile.

"And who will be staying?" Fili asked from beside Frerin.

Thorin gave his eldest nephew a smile but didn't answer him. "So, with further arrangements I was not able to tell you before we settled here," Thorin said, glancing at Balin and Dwalin. "I am truly sorry, but I would prefer one guest sit by my side," Thorin explained, and everyone knew it was pretty clear he was telling Dwalin to move since they all knew the King wouldn't ask his husband to move seats. "And the other will sit in the empty seat beside Kili."

Bilbo let out a giggle at Thorin's suggestion.

Kili eyed his uncle warily. "Who are they?" he asked, and Thorin ignored the question, his eyes on Dwalin who reluctantly stood and moved down the table beside Gloin.

"Thank you," Thorin said politely, giving Bilbo a grin.

"Your Majesty," a guard announced, opening the double doors of the dining hall. "Lady Dis and Lord Frerin have arrived."

Gasps, cheers, and wild clapping sounded through the dining hall as Thorin stood, the Company including Bilbo followed suit. All watched their friend reunite with his sister and brother, while Fili and Kili grumbled something about spending months with their mother. Bilbo cast the brothers a glare that shut them right up. He smiled when he saw the happiness in Thorin's eyes as the dwarf king walked his siblings to the table.

"Dis, Frerin," Thorin began, stopping beside Bilbo and placing a protective arm around the hobbit's waist. "This is my husband, Bilbo Baggins."

"Hello, Bilbo," Dis said, curtsying. "I have heard many stories about you. Thank you for making my old brother happy."

Bilbo smiled at the female dwarf before looking at the male dwarf.

"The hobbit that saved my brother's life and our home," Frerin said, bowing deeply. "I'll be forever grateful of that wizard."

"As am I," Thorin said, kissing Bilbo's temple and catching sight of his son who was still sitting at the table wondering what in the world was going on. "Excuse me," Thorin said, leaving Bilbo's side and crossing between him and his siblings until he stood behind his son. "And this," he said with a grunt as he lifted the ten-year-old from his seat and onto the floor. He guided the dwobbit to Bilbo who held him against his waist. "This is my son," Thorin said proudly, smiling widely.

"Aren't you the cutest thing in the world," Dis cooed, bending over and holding out her hand to the child.

Frerin glanced at his father who nodded. "Son, this is your Aunt Dis and that," he said, pointing at his brother who waved at the child. "Is your Uncle Frerin."

The dwobbit's face lit up at the name. "Really Daddy?" he asked, his big green eyes wide.

Thorin nodded again and looked at Frerin. "I named him after you," Thorin said and Bilbo knew his husband could become emotional at this point. "After... after your fall at the Battle of Azanulbizar."

Frerin nodded and squatted in front of the dwobbit. "Hello," he said, holding his hand out to the boy. "Your name is Frerin too, right?"

"Yeah!" little Frerin squealed, happy to have someone with the same name as him. Bilbo nudged him and the boy took his uncle's hand and shook it. "Hi," he said with a smile on his face.

Thorin's brother stood up and smiled at the dwarf king and Bilbo. "Lovely son, you two have," he said, bowing again. "Looks just like you, Brother."

Thorin smiled and led his sister and brother to their seats but not before seating Bilbo and his son again. "Perfect," he said, settling down in his own chair. "Now, the feast can begin," he announced after receiving a glare from his youngest nephew who Dis was tutting over. "You alright?" Thorin asked Bilbo in a hushed tone as everyone served themselves.

"Yes," Bilbo answered. "I had only felt sick then," he said truthfully. "I'm fine now."

The King nodded. "Alright," he said, reaching for Bilbo's plate as he would do every dinner gathering. By the time Bilbo saw the dwarf's hand, Thorin had barely dodged the hobbit's protesting swat. "Let me do it," he replied to his husband's glare. "Please?" he added with his famous puppy dog eyes. "You have our son to handle," he reminded him. "I'll serve you."

Bilbo rolled his eyes but smiled at his dwarf before turning to his left and putting food on his son's plate.

Thorin smiled to himself as he filled his hobbit's plate with the delicious food Bombur and his kitchen team had made. He glanced at his brother who was watching him. "What?" he asked, setting Bilbo's plate down.

"Good marriage?" Frerin asked, beginning to serve himself.

"Yeah," Thorin replied with a wide grin. "Wonderful," he added, watching Bilbo eat his own food. "You?"

"Mhmm?" Frerin hummed, looking up from his plate.

"You thinking about settling down?"

"No, not really. I haven't found the right person yet," Frerin replied, smiling at Thorin. "Thank you, Brother."

"For?"

"For naming your son after me," he said.

"I wanted him to have a part of you so that when he grew older he would ask who he was named after," Thorin replied. He smiled at Frerin who was smothering a smile as he looked past Thorin. The dwarf king followed his brother's gaze to see Bilbo watching him. "Yes?"

"Eat," came the command.

A giggle to the left of Bilbo surfaced. "Ooh, Daddy," little Frerin giggled. "Papa bossed you."

Thorin chuckled. "I know," he said teasingly. "Papa's always doing that to me."

"Thorin," Bilbo warned when Thorin didn't fill his plate.

"Touchy, touchy," Thorin tsked, grabbing a fork. "I'm eating, hobbit."