Now to those following Lean on me, the story is on small hiatus because my co-writer is having personal issues in her life. We'll get to it as soon as we get.

Meanwhile have some Bilbo/Thorin and background Kili/Fili written with amazing Natalie (bendydick-cucumberpatch on tumbr)

After saving Thorin's life from the pale orc, Bilbo had started noticing some small, subtle changes on the king. For once he didn't despise the hobbit, he even searched for his company sometimes, he didn't talk down to him and didn't even tell him off for being useless or clumsy either. Bilbo took that as a sign that by helping the king, he had been accepted truly as one of the group and couldn't be happier.
He had grown close to Fili and Kili, Thorin's nephews as well and was currenlty sitting beside them on the huge table, teasing them with hobbits usual riddles that made their tongues twist funnily.

Beorn's house was Mahal's gift to them all, to be able to sleep and eat properly had really lifted up the spirit of everyone.
Thorin was in extremely high spirits himself. Despite the occasional twinge in his side from the white warg's teeth, he felt… happy. At least, the closest to happiness he had felt in such a long time. Bilbo had proven useful to the group and not just some grocer and Beorn's house was a safe haven for all of them. Currently, the future dwarf king was sitting near his nephews and the burglar with Balin. The old dwarf was smoking quietly, his eyes watching Thorin cleaning his knives. Orcrist didn't need to be cleaned, of course. The two dwarfs idly listened to Bilbo's riddles, rather amused.

Bilbo laughed amused, taking a long sip from his pint. "Alright, alright, try this.
"Pronounced as one letter,
And written with three,
Two letters there are,
And two only in me.
I'm double, I'm single,
I'm black, blue, and gray,
I'm read from both ends,
And the same either way.
What am I?"
He watched the emotions flicker on the brothers faces, looking rather smug himself.

Thorin found himself thinking about it for a quick second, immediately coming up with the answer and watched his nephews flounder around for the answer. He looked up. "An eye, you two. It's not difficult. A warrior's body is only as sharp as his mind sometimes. I believe you need practice." Balin chuckled around his pipe's lip before sucking on it lightly.

Bilbo looked up at Thorin surprised, a happy smile litting his lips. "That's correct." He chuckled while Kili pouted his lips clearly not liking to be overpowered. "Ask another one, I'm sure I can get it right!" He pleaded and Bilbo laughed.
"Alright, let me think...I am a path situated between two mountains. Take away my first letter and you leave a path situated between two buildings. What am I?"

Thorin, again, solved it immediately and gave a look at Balin before waiting for one of his nephews answer it. Fili spoke up, his face twisting a little bit. "A… no. That makes no sense." He scrunched up his face. Thorin sighed.
"Starts with a v, Fili and Kili," he offered, at least trying to help.
"Valley!" Fili cried, confident in his mental capacities, looking to Bilbo. "Right? Am I right? Tell me I'm right, Bilbo." Thorin snorted, rather interested in this game despite himself.

"Hey! I was supposed to answer that!" Kili cried out punching his brother on his arm, Bilbo laughing into his pint. "Yes, that's correct Fili. The answer is valley. I think I have to ask Thorin something now since he's surprised me by knowing the answers so far..." He grinned at Thorin. "What is the beginning of eternity, the end of time and the beginning of every ending?"

Thorin smiled at Bilbo, looking at him. "I now know why you won the riddle game with that creature, but at least this is easy. The answer would be 'e.'" The king took a pause. "It's now the riddler's time to be riddled. He starts and ends 2 common tongue words. One painful in love, one painful in everyday matter. Do you know the answer, burglar?"

Kili looked at them both curiously, eyes darting from their uncle to Bilbo. Bilbo just leaned against his hand with a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "The answer would be 'heartache' and 'headache'." He said slowly, rolling the words from his tongue. "Here's one for you, what is lighter than air, can be seen by the naked eye, and if you put it in a barrel it will make the barrel lighter?"

Thorin smiled back at Bilbo, forgetting about everyone else right them. "A hole, obviously." He shifted a little closer on his seat, sheathing the knife in his boot and hiding a wince from the wound on his side with a smile and another riddle. "What always runs but never walks, often murmurs, never talks, has a bed but never sleeps, has a mouth but never eats?" His mouth quirked in another smile and Fili gave Kili a look, gesturing towards their uncle who was acting… strangely warm towards the dwarf.

"Easy, we learnt that as kids." Bilbo laughed. "A river. Now...You hear it speak, for it has a hard tongue. But it cannot breathe, for it has not a lung. What is it?" He was grinning widely, missing the way Kili looked at his brother and then him and Thorin again with a lifted eyebrow and teasing smirk.

"Easy, I learnt that as a child myself. A bell." He leaned back on his hands, thinking of another one although he had to take a little bit of a pause because he hadn't thought of riddles in ages. Not since his grandfather had settled him on his knee as a small dwarven child. "How far can a dog run into the woods?"

Bilbo actually had to think about it for a while, murmuring under his breath before finally smiling. "Halfway through the woods. After halfway the dog would be running out of the woods, not in it." He chuckled taking a break sipping his ale. "You can kill me but you can't eat me. You use me every day. I am always there. You cannot get away from me. If you can't manage me you must be disorganized. What am I?"

Thorin thought he had actually pinned the Hobbit before he had, again, bested his riddle. Pleasantly surprising. The Hobbit had a mind as well as… not much else, really. He couldn't really fight and he couldn't run forever either. "That one is simple. It's time." Balin sighed, seeing Thorin and Bilbo's attention was turned on each other for now. He stood, walking away to find what trouble the other dwarves were getting into. "I'm always hungry, I must be fed. The finger I touch, will soon turn red."

"Fire. That the best you can do?" Bilbo asked teasingly, his victory cut off with a wide yawn and blink of eyes. "Oh...I didn't realize how late it already was." He murmured rubbing his eyes sleepily.
Thorin basked in his victory, secretly relieved at the Hobbit's soon leave. He didn't think he could come up with any more. He leaned back against the wall, nodding. "It is late and we're leaving soon. I'd spend as much time in that straw bed as possible, for you'll have to leave it again." He chuckled, knowing how much Bilbo hated sleeping on hard ground.

Bilbo groaned disapproving but got up bidding everyone goodnight before disappearing upstairs into his room, feeling content and satisfied after the surprising evening of games with Thorin himself. Maybe he really was warming up for him.

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