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

Three

"Some people truly deserve to be noticed. And in good time you will even if. Its for the shortest moments." -HM

THORIN'S POV
  Imagine how your life would change with one simple mistake, like walking into a flower shop angry, but as you leave your life has been flipped sideways, backwards, upside down, and just. There are no words for me to describe this hobbit, a hobbit. I'm an important soul here in the dwarvish race, but I cant seem to see that anymore.

  My mind is crowded by these thoughts, these feelings. Love. I don't see how one person can change your life forever just by looking at you, how can one jumble your thoughts like this? Dammit. I cant seem to get my head on straight, I'm a fighter, not a lover?

  Or am I?

  My fist slammed into the nearest wall with a harsh momentum, leaving a hole in the wooden paneling. I didn't sign up for this, these stupid feelings are tearing me in half. Half... halfling. "Dammit!" I yelled, angrily punching the wall again, adding another hole. I was a physical, mental, fucking wreck because of the short boy with the caramel curls.

  A soft knock was heard on the other side of my door, "Come in." I said, regaining my former composure. It was Kili.

  "Uncle, whats troubling you?" He asked, standing in the doorway. He observed the room, noticing the multiple holes in the walls. "Its the halfling isn't it."

  My heart crumbled, "Dammit Kili what does this mean? I'm not a big fan of these feelings. Yes I am aware I am supposed to make the line of durin flourish but I cannot do of such things with this halfling. I am a disgrace."

((A/N: Holy shat this chapter is so short 0w0, sorry about that. I started watching Supernatural and I obsess okay? Anyways, thanks a million at the people truly reading this okay. Byeeeee))