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“Thorin my love are you almost ready? The council meeting is starting soon.” Bilbo called out as he walked into their room.
Thorin was beautiful at six months pregnant, he had two more months until his due date. He was sitting in front of his vanity with tears in his eyes. His hair was messy and unbraided.
“Oh no. What’s happening here lovely?” Bilbo said as he approached his husband.
Thorin tried to scowl but it just caused his tears to finally fall.
“Oh no more tears please, come on tell me what’s wrong. I’ll fix it as best as I can.” Bilbo prompted.
“It's dumb.” He whispered.
“It’s not dumb if it’s upsetting you.”
“I can’t get my braids right.” Thorin closed his eyes, ashamed to admit it. “It’s ridiculous I know.”
“Oh love, I’m sorry this is causing you so much stress. But you’re in luck, I can fix that. I would love to do your braids if you’d let me.”
“Ghivashel, you are the only person I would ever allow to do my braids.”
“Alright then let's see what I can do.” Biblo immediately pulled out his handkerchief and whipped Thorin’s cheeks off. He then grabbed the brush that was on the vanity in front of his husband and started slowly brushing his hair. Careful to not pull at any tangles, he started at the bottom slowly working his way up until he was brushing full strands at a time.
Once his hair was free of knots, he started sectioning out his hair. He first started with the braid that signified that he was a blacksmith, then moved on the the one that signifies that he was a king, then the one that signified that he was of the line of Durin, and finally he put in the braid that showed he was married to Bilbo. He then used a hair pin to pull back the rest of his hair so that it wasn’t in his face.
“There you go. How does that look?” Bilbo asked while playing with the bottom of his hair.
“It's perfect. Thank you Amrâlimê.” Thorin turned his head so he could see everything that Bilbo did to his hair.
“Of course my love, I hope you know that I would do your hair everyday if you wanted me to.” Bilbo kissed the side of his forehead while Thorin burst into tears. “Oh no, why are you crying? Do you like what I did?”
“I love them.” Thorin sobbed. “You love me so much.”
“Of course I do. You’re my beautiful husband who is carrying our beloved child. What’s not to love about you?”
“I’m an emotional monster.” Thorin said, but he wished he was brave enough to say what he truly thought about his current condition but his culture worshiped those who could get pregnant, making it against his nature to speak of it. It didn’t stop him from believing that he was unreasonable, too emotional, and highly resembling an oliphaunt.
“That’s what you’re meant to be, darling it would be improbable for anyone to expect you to make a whole being inside of you and still act like your stoic self. I love you no matter how emotional you are.” Bilbo kissed his hand. “Now are you ready for the council meeting?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be.” He sighed, finally getting up allowing Bilbo to lead him out of the room.