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23 Mar 2013
Thorin doesn’t move his arm at first when Bilbo tries to wiggle out from under it.
“I have to make water!” Bilbo protests in a voice thin and squeaky with sleep and Thorin lets him up with a put upon sigh.
“If you fall in, I won’t be the one to fetch you.” The dwarf grumbles and hunkers back down to sleep, but still watches Bilbo stumble towards the door.
It’s chilly outside, which feels good against Bilbo’s sleep-flushed skin. His clothes fit strangely, but then again he’s probably lost weight between all the exertions of his adventure followed by an illness. The sun is warming the sky, turning the clouds a pretty mix of pink and amber and it looks to be a good day until Bilbo closes the outhouse door and reaches into his trousers… only to find that something has gone missing.
Or: that one Bilbo accidentally turns into a girl and it's all the dwarves' fault.