𝑩̲𝑰𝑳𝑩𝑶.

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hues flicker from meludir, to the mistletoe, and then back﹔timid smile still present, digits fumbling behind himself a bit. ❛just this once really— i hadn’t quite meant to be caught under it.❜ but he’s certainly not complaining. ❛it’s a delightful, embarrassing tradition.❜

oh if he knew that, he would be far redder than he already was﹔also finding himself drawn to meludir, the handsome, charming elf. he’d be honored to know that an elf thinks so highly of him. ❛well— it’s been mostly uneventful,❜ until now. ❛much um, much better now though.❜

he’s never felt something so tender﹔fingers cradling in the tresses right at his nape - features more crimson than before as their kiss halts, a bashful smile forming as his hair is brushed aside. ❛—amazing,❜ he whispers, hands faltering to frerin’s chest sheepishly. wow.

he certainly wouldn’t have minded the kiss being elsewhere, though he’s far too timid to admit it﹔digits fumbling about. it was nice enough to even have the elvenking kiss his cheek. ❛silly branch— always where it’s least expected.❜ is it obvious thranduil makes him nervous?

frerin’s hand feels warm against his face, warmer than the flush on his visage﹔near gasping at their proximity, but that would be far too embarrassing. leaning in and up, bilbo dares to close the space between them before overthinking, lips pressing gently against the dwarf’s.

he—. it was unexpected but also not﹔leaving that flush on his features apparent. he’s just been kissed on the cheek by meludir, a charming elf. ❛i . . thank you,❜ is all he can manage to say, a soft sheepish smile framing his visage. that was.. rather nice.

it’s only because bilbo has had a few drinks that he even has the courage to voice what he prefers﹔digits fumbling. why is frerin so charming? ❛a kiss? — i um, i wouldn’t mind one,❜ it’s no secret that the dwarf is rather appealing.

almost hesitantly, bilbo’s hands move to hold loosely around dwalin’s arms﹔returning the kiss in full, feeling more brave about it this time. he knows the others will talk, but it doesn’t worry him enough to stop﹔not when his heart is racing like this.

he doesn’t even want to think about the others around them﹔would rather just focus on dwalin. ❛can we— do that again?❜ voice more sheepish and quiet, far too timid to just do so without asking first. they are still technically under the mistletoe.

to say bilbo was enjoying their proximity would be an understatement—. ❛m. . more than all right,❜ he feels like he’s frozen in place, but he’s not complaining﹔trying his hardest to speak clearly without embarrassing himself.

he swears his breath hitches﹔returning the kiss after a split second of shock. all because dwalin was the one to initiate it - bilbo’s flush darkening instantly, not used to being so close. a kiss is 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵.

𝒐𝒉﹔mistletoe is an embarrassing little thing, the quaint action causing bilbo to blush more than he cared to admit. ❛um.. thanks—❜ the 𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 just kissed him on the cheek﹔he’s speechless.

of course bilbo knows what it is, he isn’t dim, just nervous. cue the fumbling of digits as he clears his throat. ❛yes— and i know what it implies,❜ now the hobbit is standing mere inches apart, head craned sheepishly upwards.

flickering his gaze between the hanging plant and dwalin—— 𝒐𝒉﹔bilbo’s cheeks are flushed in immediate retort. ❛you— want me to—❜ sentence fragments and nothing else, albeit slowly stepping in closer.

if he wanted to see thorin shirtless— he would just ask. and he doubts he’ll behave. tell him where it hurts the most, while he uses the shirt to blot away most of the blood around the area.

oh hush— it’s not that. then stay still and let him remove the shirt﹔dexterities fumbling with the crimson stained cloth.