Tomat-woes

So the delightful Pangur-Pangur wrote this prompt on tumblr: Giggling to myself over the thought of what stern glower Thorin might wear when, much to his dismay, Bilbo’s sole and most precious tomato sapling (perhaps a gift, and left in Thorin’s care before said Hobbit departs on an extended diplomatic excursion to Dale or Mirkwood) begins to droop and wither in its terrarium. Just…Thorin alternating between forlorn and fiercely determined scowls while Dwalin snickers unhelpfully. Thorin taking his duty to this sprout very seriously – holding court with the terrarium on a little pedestal next to his throne so he can keep an eye on it. Thorin talking to the little furred leaves and hovering anxiously with the watering can and everyone saying, “Thorin NO.”Thorin sending plaintive ravens to the Shire requesting aid before Bilbo returns.And I decided to turn it into a fic!