#that would prompt him to say that enough times that hamfast started saying it too

[khazad]

so in the hobbit bilbo says the words “where there’s life there’s hope, as my father used to say” and then in. i think the two towers? sam says the exact same thing (except his father apparently often added “…and need of vittles”)

now the phrase “as my father used to say” might just be a hobbitism used to avoid giving the impression that you think you’re wiser than you are, but we do know that bilbo and the gaffer saw a lot of each other, from at latest the point of bilbo’s return to his disappearance at his eleventy-first birthday, and in the very first scene of fotr the gaffer describes bilbo as always both addressing him with respect and deferring to his knowledge on gardening, so they probably did get on well enough to absorb some personal vernacular from each other and i like to think that “where there’s life there’s hope” was specifically a bagginsism that jumped to the gamgees through bilbo’s friendship with his gardener

[x-kytanna-x]

If you are still doing promts, how about Bilbo being a vet and Thorin coming to him with his sick pet raven

I think this has been sitting on my inbox for almost an entire year?? I’m so sorry it took me so long nonny. 

This is the first of the five prompts I have filled for Valentine’s day. I’ll post the next one in a couple of hours and you’ll find all the prompts tagged with Bagginshield’s Valentine, in case you want to read the rest. Hope you enjoy this ficlet and happy Valentine’s day for you all!! 

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"Uhm…" Hamfast hesitated.

"Yes?" Asked Bilbo without looking up from the blood test results he was holding. When the vet nurse didn't say anything Bilbo finally looked up. "What is it?"

"He's here again." Said Hamfast, at last.

Bilbo sighed, putting down the papers. "Did he tell you what happened this time?"

"He said Burack is making a weird breathing noise." Explained Hamfast.

Bilbo snorted, his mouth curling into a smile involuntarily. "Of course he is."

Bilbo stepped into the waiting room, and sure enough, Thorin and his raven were there. They came to his clinic so often everyone was more than acquainted with him and Burack.  Except for the very first time Thorin had no reason to come back, his raven was the healthiest bird Bilbo had ever seen, despite his owner claims.

It was time to end this, Bilbo was sure the poor bird was tired more than a tad fed up with all the hassle that was coming for a check-up and as much as he liked Bilbo no one enjoyed to be prodded on a daily basis.

"Thorin please come in," exclaimed Bilbo, a soft smile planted on his face.

Once they were both inside the consulting room, Thorin pulled Burack out from his rather fancy carrier. “Hello, Bilbo.”

“Hello Thorin, and hello to you too Burack,” added Bilbo, brushing his thumb against the raven’s beak. “Hamfast told me he’s been having trouble with his breathing.”

“Yes. He’s been like that for a couple of days, I realized one night when he came to snuggle with me. I want to discard the possibility of it being aspergillosis.” Explained Thorin in a monotone tone, not quite meeting Bilbo’s eyes.

Bilbo simply hummed and pressed his lips together when they threatened to turn up in an amused smile. “Well, let’s see what’s wrong with you, my boy.” Bilbo carefully put his stethoscope against Burack’s chest while Thorin rubbed feathered back comfortingly.

The bird, for his part, remained unbothered; too used to being auscultated by now and with how often he came by he probably knew he would get delicious treats if he stayed still.

Unsurprisingly, Bilbo found absolutely nothing odd with his breathing. At twenty years old Burack was in the prime of his life and with how well Thorin took care of him it’ll a cold day in hell before Burack got aspergillosis. Sure enough, it was common for birds to have infections in the respiratory tract but Bilbo highly doubted Burack would be getting them anytime soon.

Bilbo eyed Thorin as he mechanically checked Burack for what must have been the fifth time that month. Bilbo knew why he kept coming back — and so did all his staff, Bilbo was sure they had a bet going on — but he didn’t seem to be about to ask Bilbo out today either. He wasn’t quite sure why he was so hesitant, Bilbo had made sure to give him all the right cues to show he was receptive to Thorin advances.

Very well then, Bilbo had never been one to wait meekly for others and he wasn’t about to start now. “What do you say about this Friday at seven?”

“Excuse me?” Asked Thorin, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“I think —” Bilbo trailed off, licking his lips and feeling his face starting to heat. “— Burack would appreciate that we meet without him being in the middle of it.”

Bilbo took out the treats he kept especially for Burack and gave him some. Thorin’s face was taking a very endearing red tinge and Bilbo wanted nothing more than press a kiss in one of his bearded cheeks. “Burack has nothing wrong, by the way. Although you probably already know that.” Bilbo added with a teasing smile.

Thorin looked down, idly rubbing the back of his neck, in obvious embarrassment. “I apologize for that. I wanted to talk more with you but I wasn’t quite sure how to ask you for your number and I was afraid you might find it improper since Burack is one of your patients.”“Well, I’m not going to date him, am I?” Said Bilbo. “I thought I was making my interest in you quite clear, I think I did everything but throw myself in your lap,” Bilbo admitted quietly with an embarrassed smile.

“I’m not used to the intricacies of flirting, I’m afraid,” Thorin explained with a chuckled. “It’s been a long while since I’ve been interested in someone.”

“I would say you did pretty good, I’m quite taken with you,” Bilbo said as he walked towards Thorin and took his hand. “So... Dinner at seven?”

“Yes. I- Yes, I really would like that.” Thorin replied, intertwining their fingers and brushing the back of Bilbo’s hand with his thumb.