With bleary eyes, Bilbo pushed open the heavy wooden door and shuffled into the mirky dimness of the first coffee shop he saw. Which was the one on lower 14th Street. No, not the one with the absurd line and people shivering at the outdoor tables, even at this time of year. Not the cramped Starbucks either, or the other, slightly less cramped Starbucks.
The other one.
Yes. That one.
Such was the degree of Bilbo’s caffeine deprivation.
I have a weakness for AUs that aren’t what they seem, and I’ve had an idea kicking around my head if you’d like to have it! Coffee Shop AU that isn’t actually a Coffee Shop AU. The coffee shop is a front for the “terrorist” organization of Dwarves out to reclaim Erebor. Bilbo is an actual customer mistaken for an ally. Probably Gandalf’s fault.
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