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While he could complain all he liked, the fact of the matter was very clear:
Every shiny bauble, every delicate piece made through hours of struggle, every small bit made for inconsequential concerns - all of it made for very good payment from his slowly growing customer base.
He should be grateful to have a near constant demand on his time - and he was! -, but ...
He couldn't help the sinking knowledge that word of his talents didn't just spread by themselves.
No.
He knew exactly who was responsible for his success and he hated it.
'Oh, come now,' he could just imagine his older cousin heaving a deep sigh with amusement playing in his eyes. 'You've no evidence of that.'
Oh, but he did.
He could trace it all back to Bilbo Baggins.