It was another peaceful evening in Bag End, the fire crackling gently while the scent of warm bread and lavender tea lingered in the air.

You ducked under one of the round doorways, just a littletoo late-thump

"Ow." you muttered, rubbing the top of your head with a sheepish smile

"Goodness, not again!" Bilbo called from the pantry. "I swear, these ceilings weren't made for elegant woodland creatures like you.

You gave a soft laugh as you stepped into the kitchen, your hair brushing the low beams. He was already setting two mugs on the table.