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To say that Bilbo Baggins was annoyed would be a severe understatement. He had been looking far and wide for a pair of scissors, but
It didn’t matter where he looked or who he asked, he wasn’t able to find a single pair.
Honestly one would think there would be a pair of scissors somewhere in the mountain but noo of course they were aall goooneee. As he walked down the corridor looking for the very few people he hadn’t asked, the company.
He knew exactly where they were, out in the training area watching (and betting) on who in the company would be able to defeat each other. Bilbo made his way out towards the arena where he could hear the sound of wooden swords hitting against each other. “C’me on Dwalin I go’ a bet on ya”. He heard someone(Nori?) half yell, as he made his way over to sit beside Ori. He watched in amusement as Dwalin and Thorin fought against each other like it was a battle on life and death. He learned over and casually asked Ori, “Ori you wouldn’t know where I can find a pair of scissors would you?” “Um I think Dori has a pair, but what do you need scissors for Mr Bilbo?” “Just Bilbo Ori, and if you must know I am in dire need of a haircut.”
As soon as the words left his mouth everything went silent. Bilbo looked up to see every single one of the dwarrow staring at him like he just said he wanted to kill there whole family.
“What? What’s wrong?”
“Bilbo you want to cut your hair…?” Bofur said looking like he was about to faint.
“Yes? Honestly I’ve been looking all over for a pair of scissors, and at this rate I might as well use a dagger.” Bilbo said with a sigh picking up a dagger from Mahal knows where.
“NO!!!” As the thirteen dwarrow all tried to explain at the same time to an extremely confused Hobbit all about the sacredness of hair in dwarrow customs, said hobbit just looked on bemused that cutting one’s hair would make such a fuss. He put down the dagger to one side and as he combed through his hair with his fingers and thought, “Well it’s about time to get those braids Thorin promised me anyway”.