Shire's Sweetheart (Kili X Reader)

Chapter 43: Part 1 - Of Age

I was at the Green Dragon do my usual rounds of waitressing with (BF/N). I was giggling at the rest of the hobbits singing. (BF/N) walked over to me smiling

"Every night they do this...." she said trailing off

"And it never gets boring," I laughed, she joined in with her own little giggles

"You said it, girl," she laughed picking up another round of drinks, "Take these to table 5 will you?"

"You got it girly," I said taking the tray off of (BF/N). I walked over to table five and placed the jugs on the table. Just as I was returning to the bar another song started.

Oh you can search far and wide

You can drink the whole town dry

But you'll never find a beer so brown

Oh you'll never find a beer so brown

As the one we drink in our hometown

As the one we drink in our hometown

You can keep your fancy ales

You can drink them by the flagon

But the only brew for the brave and true

Comes from the Green Dragon!!

Hundreds of Hobbits were grabbing my hand and dancing with me whilst I walked around the drunk males handing out drinks left and right. Me and (BF/N)'s chuckling at the males in her family danced on the tables and sung the main verse.

Hey! Ho! to the bottle I go

To heal my heart and drown my woe

Rain may fall and wind may blow

But there still be many miles to go

Sweet is the sound of the pouring rain

And the stream that falls from hill to plain

Better than rain or rippling brook

Is a mug of beer inside this Took

Laughter echoed around the inn as (BF/N)'s Uncle and Father hop off the table, before the music started to change again. But this time... the song was only known to me...

Blunt the knives, bend the forks

Smash the bottles and burn the corks

Chip the glasses and crack the plates

That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!

All around me, the company kept appearing left and right, dancing to the nifty tune they had created the first night we meet...

Me muttering the names of each member I saw...

Cut the cloth, tread on the fat

Leave the bones on the bedroom mat

Pour the milk on the pantry floor

Splash the wine on every door!

Dump the crocks in a boiling bowl

Pound them up with a thumping pole

When you're finished, if they are whole

Send them down the hall to roll

"That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!" I yelled the last line of the tune. The inn went quite as looked around, I noticed that my drink tray was on the floor and I had the table in front of me in a death grip. Letting go of the table I looked around at the strange looks the hobbits were giving me. I quickly stumbled to gain my words.