Imagine from imaginexhobbit: Imagine Samwise, Merry, Pippin and Frodo all being the children of Bilbo and Thorin.

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The dwarf looked around the table as the five hobbits that surrounded him ate a week's worth of food. Even after all those years he still felt astonished when he saw what those little creatures could eat. 

Not that he would ever tell them to stop.

When he saw the smiles on those little faces he knew that Mahal had blessed him. After he spend more then a century blaming himself for everything that went wrong he had found happiness.

Bilbo had given him peace.

Whenever his mind traveled to the days where their relationship had just began to blossom, he would grab his husband's hand. Like he did now.

It told the hobbit enough. So did more little things these days. They only needed small hints here and there to figure out what the other was thinking. Sometimes they would know before the they would know it themselves.

When Thorin was once again late because of the meetings that just wouldn't end, he knew that Bilbo would be waiting for him. A hot bath and a nice mug of ale were the only visitors on those nights. His hobbit would massage his feet.

And sometimes they would have a little tumble beneath the sheets

But most of the time they would simply cuddle. Remember that the time they had together was precious.

Thorin made sure to show Bilbo how much he loved him as well. His hobbit husband rarily came home later then his King, but when he did Thorin made sure that their children were asleep. And that the scent of fresh mint tea was all he would smell once he entered their halls.

Bilbo squeezed his hand reassuringly.

He wouldn't trade this for the world. Not even if it meant that he would have more apple pie to himself.

Sometimes he was asked if he was upset that all his children turned out to be hobbits. To that Thorin always proudly answered; "I wouldn't trade them for all the gold in the world. Not even for the Arkenstone."

Besides, they were his children too. There was hobbit blood but also most definitely dwarven blood running through their veins.

Their children were slightly harrier then most dwarflings and had more hair on their feet then small hobbits.

Merry and Pippin, their youngest sons and twins, matched his personality from when he was younger. Thorin could predict what they were up to because he had done it all. The only reason why they still got away with most of what they did was because Thorin was too soft on them.

Bilbo often chastised him for this, complaining that he was the only parent who disciplined them.

When the dwarven king left the hobbit still didn't punish them but that was an entirely different matter.

Frodo and Sam took more after Bilbo. They enjoyed the books that their father read to them. And they seemed to have greenthumbs.

If he was honest with himself, he was most worried about Frodo. The boy was sometimes so fragile. But he would become strong. Thorin would make sure of it. No son of his would fall as long as he was alive.

Without realising, Thorin puffed out his chest and wore a determined look.

"Dear, we are all here. No one is hurt. We are all safe" Bilbo whispered so only his husband could hear him.

Thorin awoke from his thoughts. A soft smile played at his lips as he looked at his endearing husband. "I will never risk losing any one of you" he said earnestly.

"We know that love. I am not worried about that in the slightest." Bilbo leaned in to kiss him.

"IEUW! They are doing it again Merry!" Pippin whined. He shielded his eyes so he wasn't forced to watch his parents kiss.

Frodo and Sam quickly duck beneath the table.

"Grow up, this is what love looks like" Bilbo said, trying to sound stern.

But failing misarebly.