#i've spent so much time these past few weeks working on bbsw

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10. FOR THOSE ABOUT TO ROCK (PART I) ↳ NOW ON AO3!

Happiest of birthdays to @the-girl-with-the-algebra-book​!! I am still so incredibly blown away with your love for this fic, so with your birthday here, I had to deliver! I hope you have a great day my friend, and that this update brings a smile to your face today, you soup fiend! 💜💜💜

Bookbinder // Songwriter by LordOfTheRazzles

“Now, you’re going to call as soon as you get there, yes?” Belladonna’s motherly voice practically echoed, the words (and the answer she wanted to hear), embedding itself into both Thorin and Bilbo’s brains. She was loving, but stern, even if her son was grown, as was his significant other. That didn’t stop Bilbo from sighing like a mildly inconvenienced teenager. “Yes, we will call,” he assured her with a roll of his eyes, but as those hazels landed on his shorter mother tugging on Thorin’s shoulder to get him to drop some while she did what she always did to Bilbo–pressed a kiss to his temple–he couldn’t help but grin. At least right up until she beckoned for her son to receive the same treatment. “Will I ever grow out of this?” “No,” Belladonna chided while being extra annoying with the kiss she placed on her son’s head. “It’s for good luck, and you’ll miss those kisses when I’m gone.” “Well, we need all the luck we can get,” Thorin readily agreed, his own grin was wide, and his enthusiasm had been skyrocketing to the moon as this day crept closer and closer. It was hard to not be excited, it was everything he had wanted. This moment should have happened long ago, but fate just hadn’t been kind to Durin’s Desolation at the time. Now, not only for themselves, but for Frerin and Thrain, they were going to do this.