Thorin hissed softly under his breath as he tried to do his braids without disturbing the courtship braid that Bilbo had put in too much. As a warrior king and a Master Blacksmith, they were a matter of pride and station, needing to look well kept.
As another braid taunted him by falling apart in his hands, Thorin cursed again as he went to grab it and start it again; he stilled as smaller hands touched his hair before their owner peered at the mirror with a smile on their face.
"May I be of assistance to you, love?" Bilbo asked even as his talented fingers were already working on the rebellious braids.
"Thank you, my heart. Where would I be without your clever fingers?" Thorin asked, not expecting an answer as he settled back in the chair to let Bilbo do his work.
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Thorin hissed softly under his breath as he tried to do his braids without disturbing the courtship braid that Bilbo had put in too much. As a warrior king and a Master Blacksmith, they were a matter of pride and station, needing to look well kept.
As another braid taunted him by falling apart in his hands, Thorin cursed again as he went to grab it and start it again; he stilled as smaller hands touched his hair before their owner peered at the mirror with a smile on their face.
"May I be of assistance to you, love?" Bilbo asked even as his talented fingers were already working on the rebellious braids.
"Thank you, my heart. Where would I be without your clever fingers?" Thorin asked, not expecting an answer as he settled back in the chair to let Bilbo do his work.