Daffodils, Daisys, and Drinks ((Bagginsheild AU))

One

  This was the third night, the third one that Bilbo had to stay late to pick up the glass from shattered Vases. That bass line from the music that blared from the bar next door vibrated the Vases off the shelf, leaving the hobbit to clean up the splintery sharp mess.

  After Bilbo had accidentally pricked himself with glass from his-might I say favorite-purple vase for the sixth time, he decided to get someone else involved in this utterly terrible chaos. He was going to try to get this bar shut down, it has been terrible for business. (Not to mention the drunk men who came over to hit on Bilbo in the middle of the night) he walked over to the business counter and dialed the authorities, it rang twice and an almost robot-like female voice sounded through the receiver. "Hello sir, state your location and emergency."

  Bilbo placed a hand dramatically on his forehead, "Oh dear, this is Bilbo Baggins. I'm the owner of the flower shop 'Bag-End', the one north of Hobbiton. I have been having extreme difficulties with the bar next door, their music is so loud that its vibrating my vases off of the shelves!

  "Some of the dreadful customers next door even come in and harass me in the hours of the night, reeking of alcohol. The bar is 'Thorin and Company'. And that mess is making my petunias wilt! Oh bugger.." Bilbo didn't like to complain, but he wanted this stupid mess of a business off of his street.

  "Yes sir, we will make sure to send someone over." The cyborg sounding female said, voice dull and lacking of emotion. He hung the phone up and sighed, going back to picking up the shards of glass from the floor. 'Good riddance.' He thought, frustrated.

/Meanwhile at Thorin & company Bar/

  The brunette bartender felt the heat rush to his face as the halfling with the dark chocolate curls winked at him. Kili wasn't gay, but this Hobbit. "And what did you say your name was?" Kili asked, running a hand through his hair.

  The male halfling chuckled, "Its Lumer-"

  "Kili!" A loud voice interrupted that Kili at once realized it was his older brother.

  Kili held up a finger to the Hobbit he was talking to as if to say 'one moment', then he turned to the blonde dwarf. "What do you want? Cant you see I'm talking to-" He paused, looking to the halfling.

  "Lumerian!" The hobbit squeaked.

  Kili nodded, "Yeah, Lumerian." ((A/N:Lumerian is a character of mine and I'm adding him because I love him get over it))

  Fili rolled his eyes at his younger kin, "Kili, there are more pressing matters on our hands! The cops are here."

  A look of understanding hit Kili's face, he gave Lumerian a sad sigh. "Go get Ori to take over my shift here, I'll go get uncle."

  Fili ran off to get Ori, whom was playing pool with Bofur, Dori, and some man named Bard. Kili pushed through Elves, men, Dwarves, and Hobbits alike, all of the females eye flirting with him. What about Lumerian? Shut up, not important.

  When Kili opened the door to his uncles office Thorin gave him a, this-better-be-good-or-I'll-shove-a-rock-up-your-ass glare. "Uncle, Its the cops." Kili said, scratching the back of his neck.

  Thorin nodded, standing to his feet. He pushed his way through the different types of people who were dancing without giving them a second thought. A young halfling by the bar caught his eye though, he looked as if he was waiting for someone. Thorin shook the thought from his mind and opened the large oaken doors to the outside.

  When he made his way into the cold night he realized the officer right away, an old friend Gandalf. "Thorin Oakensheild, how great it is to see you!" The older man exclaimed.

  Thorin chucked lightly, "Same to you. Shame on Kili for not telling me it was you waiting outside, what brings you here tonight?"

  Gandalf's face changed, "Ah, yes. I've received a noise complaint from the florist who owns the flower shop next door, and he also mentioned that a few of your customers had harassed him. If you could just sort this out it would fix everything."

  Thorin nodded, "Is that all?" He planned on going to see the florist for a bit fist-to-mouth communication, he hadn't ever seen the owner of the flower shop.

  "Well, I must be going. I wish I could stay and chat but I have other work to do. Have a nice night." Gandalf excused himself before leaving.

  Thorin waited until the officer was completely out of sight before stomping over to Bag-End to confront this florist character. He slammed open the door, crashing some pink plant into the floor of the shop.

  A high pitched squeal came from someone in the corner, it was Bilbo. He stood to his feet, all the color draining from his face as he saw Thorin. "C-Can I help you sir?" He stuttered.

  Thorin looked the halfling over, feeling sorrowful for him. His skin was pricked and bleeding in several spots where he had been picking glass up, and his caramel curls were disheveled showing lack of sleep. A sad sigh escaped Thorin's lips, "Just coming to say hello. So, hello."

  And with that Thorin left the shop, leaving the halfling dumbstruck and confused at the same time.

  ((So that was a mess, let me know of any errors I suppose♡))