Pairing/Characters: Ori, Bilbo Baggins, Thorin, Dís, Fíli, Kíli, Frerin, Dwalin; Thorin/Bilbo, Dís/Canon husband
Fandom: The Hobbit
Word Count: 1,362
Spoilers: Not really.
Summary: Ori has dinner with the Durinsons. Dwalin invites him to lunch.
Notes/Warnings: Continuation of the coffee shop!au. I have no idea how long it's going to be. No beta.
"Hello, Ori." Bilbo smiled warmly when he opened the door to his knock. "Welcome! I'm so glad you could make it."
Smiling shyly, Ori stepped inside when Bilbo opened the door wider, reluctantly taking off his coat and sweater, leaving him in just a flannel shirt over a t-shirt. "Hello, Bilbo. Thank you for inviting me."
"Not at all, not at all." Bilbo smiled reassuringly, closing the door behind them and taking Ori's things to hang in the hall closet. "Everyone else is here already."
"They are?" Ori's eyes widened and his heart jumped into his throat. "I'm not late, am I?"
Bilbo gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "No, Dís and the lads were early. They usually are for these gatherings. And Frerin just beat you here."
"What about Fíli and Kíli's father?" Ori bit his tongue the next moment, wondering why he couldn't keep his mouth shut.
He smiled warmly as they headed towards the sound of voices. "Kírin is away on a business trip. He handles the public relations for Durinson's Coffee because Thorin isn't exactly the best at that sort of thing."
They'd entered the room as Bilbo said the last bit and Thorin mock-glared at his lover. "That's what you say."
"We all say it, you big, broody bear." A stunning woman with long blonde hair pulled back into an elaborate style that would have made Dori jealous retorted as she stood up.
"Dís, this is Ori Rison, the newest member of the family," Bilbo began as she swept forward. As she did, Ori could see that, like Thorin, she was tall and muscular. "Ori, this is Dís Durinson, Thorin's sister and Fíli and Kíli's mother."
She offered an elegant hand that was broad and square like Thorin's. "A pleasure to meet you, Ori. My boys won't stop talking about you."
"MOM!" The 'boys' in question squawked almost at the same time.
Barely managing a smile, Ori shook her hand. "A pleasure to meet you Mrs. Durinson."
"Dís, please, since my brother saw fit to hire you." She winked, and then glanced around. "Well, my elder brother. Frerin, stop guzzling your booze and say hello to our guest."
That's when Ori noticed another man, not as broad as Thorin, nor as tall as him, standing off to the side, a bottle of beer dangling from one hand. Setting it aside, he crossed the room to seize Ori's hand. "Hello, lad, I'm Frerin Durinson, the black sheep of the family."
"It's nice to meet you, Frerin." Ori wasn't sure what to make of the man's introduction. Blonde like Dís and Fíli, his face was more open than either his sister or his brother, though all three had the same nose and the same blue eyes.
"I'm just going to go check that the food's ready. I won't be a moment." Bilbo offered Ori a last reassuring smile before disappearing through another door.
Thorin gestured to the couch where Fíli and Kíli were lounging. "Please have a seat, Ori."
Nodding, he sat down beside Fíli, wishing he still had his sweater so he could bury his hands in its pockets. Instead, he settled for wrapping them in the hem of his flannel shirt. Dís sat down in one of the chairs angled towards the couch while Frerin took the other and Thorin sat down on the loveseat facing the couch. "Please tell us about yourself."
"I-I've been away at college," he began, cursing his stutter, but pressing on anyway. "My major is ancient literature with a focus on oral traditions and folklore."
"Did your parents protest when you chose that for your major?" Frerin asked with a roll of his eyes. "Ours sure did when I chose to study art and art history."
Ori shook his head, blinking quickly. "I never knew my dad and mom died when I was little. Dori's the one who raised me."
"Oh, Christ, Ori, I'm sorry." Frerin set his bottle on the coffee table with a thump. "I didn't mean to--"
"It's all right," he interrupted with a watery smile. "You couldn't have known. It's not a fact I just randomly throw out."
Before anyone could make the awkward moment worse, Bilbo reappeared to announce that dinner was ready. Ori looked forward to the chance to eat a full meal for the first time in what felt like forever.
"Dammit." The soft curse from Ori surprised Dwalin. It wasn't like the lad to curse. He rarely said anything at all most of the time, though he was slowly opening up, at least the others said he was. He still hardly says a word to Dwalin, even though they work most of their shifts together.
Removing his apron he turned to face the lad. "Something wrong?"
Ori looked up, his eyes wide and his cheeks red. "I-it's my apron. I got the ties all tangled up and I can't untangle them from this angle."
"I got it." Dwalin gently brushed Ori's hands away and set to work on the knot. Taking note of how much was tangled he commented: "You know, if you have this much extra, you could tie it in front and see what you're doing."
"I suppose I could." The lad peered at him over his shoulder, and then looked away.
Dwalin worked in silence, pondering what more he'd noticed about Ori since he began working at the shop: he usually wore three or four layers and his jeans were so baggy that his belt was the only thing holding them up. Thorin had expressed concern after the lad had had dinner with the Durinsons: "He looked like dinner was a banquet, but it was only what Bilbo always makes."
"To people without your wealth, a typical Bilbo dinner is a banquet, Thorin." He couldn't resist needling his cousin.
Thorin gave him a flat look. "This was beyond that, Dwalin. He breathed in the smell and ate so slowly, the way I've seen people at soup kitchens eat. As if he wants to draw it out."
"The lad hasn't told any of us much beyond the basics." Dwalin shrugged, understanding Thorin's concerns, but unable to do anything to allay them. "Give him time to get used to us and trust us."
He blinked and realized he'd been standing like a statue behind Ori. "Are you all right, Dwalin?"
"Yeah, fine," he answered gruffly, giving a last tug at the apron ties so they fell loose. "Actually, I thought we could go get a bite to eat together since our shift is over. My treat."
The last he'd added when he remembered that Ori had yet to get his first paycheck. The lad remained quiet as he removed his apron and hung it up in his locker. He glanced at Dwalin before retrieving his coat. "You don't have anywhere else to be?"
"Just have my dog at home and she'll just snooze until I get there," he explained as Ori shrugged into the coat, reluctant to turn away and put his apron in his office.
Ori grabbed his bag from his locker and closed it. "Y-yes, I'd like that."
"Do you have anyone waiting at home?" Dwalin asked, realizing he didn't even know that much about Ori.
The lad smiled wryly, slinging his bag over his shoulder. "Just my brother Dori. He won't worry as long as I tell him where I am."
"You do that while I get my things, then." Dwalin went into his office to hang up his apron and retrieve his phone, keys, and coat.
He tugged on his coat as he emerged from his office, stuffing his phone and keys into his pockets so he could close and lock the door. Ori looked up from his own phone when Dwalin turned to him. "Dori knows I'll be a little late."
"Come on. I know a place nearby." He stuffed his hands into his jacket pockets and led the way out of the coffee shop.
It was only because of the bustle that he gently wrapped a hand around Ori's arm to help guide him through the crowd. That's what he told himself anyway.