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I am not likely to fully write this Durin/Took plot bunny so uh --

"-suppose we should contact the Thain, though I don't much care for Fortinbras. Not my favorite Cousin." Bilbo sighs, setting the teapot down as he finishes filling the two small cups he's laid out on the table. Behind him, Thorin freezes at his desk. His mind runs as he recalls what he knows about hobbits and what he knows about the Tooks. He knows the Thain is a title that a Took holds.

Thorin turns around, studying Bilbo as the hobbit brings the tea cup to his mouth.

"You are a Took." He says.

"Well, yes," Bilbo says, distractedly as he blows on the tea gently. "My mother was a Took."

Thorin stands, ignoring the sound of his scrolls and inks as they clatter to the ground. Bilbo looks up, tea half way to his lips. "Thorin?"

"Thundanûd?"

He watches Bilbo's shoulders stiffen, his fingers tightening around the handle of the cup. "No. I'm Bilbo Baggins. I'm just Bilbo."

Thorin steps closer, and when Bilbo does not bolt from the table, he moves until he is standing over the hobbit. Over his hobbit. When he looks into Bilbo's eyes, he sees what he knows to be there: years of lives behind them, the longing and pain that he feels. But there is no dawning of realization or confusion. Bilbo knows. Thundanûd knows what Durin did not.

"You did not tell me," he says.

"I did not want to!" Bilbo stands up, his tea cup clattering onto the table. "I did not want to find you!"