A/N: Written in 2014 for a challenge I don’t remember anymore. I’m sorry giftee, wherever you are.
Dawlin/Bilbo Soul Mate Fic
Whatever Bilbo was expecting when he opened his door, Gandalf, Lobelia, a noisy neighbor trying to intrude on his dinner, he was most certainly not expecting a hulking figure of a dwarf. Bilbo could only stand there, mouth agape as the dwarf turned to him, gave a shallow bow and said, “Dwalin, at yer service.” The tone suggested that the dwarf, Dwalin, was not at his service and Bilbo was instead at his.
Nervously, Bilbo tightened the belt at his waist, suddenly aware that he was dressed only in his dressing gown and coat, and feeling very vulnerable, because a strange dwarf had simply appeared on his step in the middle of the night, acting like they knew each other, and what in the Shire was Bilbo supposed to do?
“B-Bilbo Baggins at yours.” he stuttered out at the stranger (Dwalin, a voice that sounded very much like the late Belladonna Baggins hissed in his mind) as Dwalin, entered the smial with an air of badly concealed suspicion.
“Do we know each other?” He asked cautiously. Dwalin shot him an expression of mixed irritation and surprise.
“No.” He continued to sniff around, peering around corners and glancing this way and that as he stripped off his cloak and –
Bless the Shire! Were those axes strapped to his back?! –
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