in a hole in the ground there lived two hobbits, not a nasty, dirty, wet whole full of worms and oozy smells. this was a hobbit hole. Which means good food, a warm hearth and all the comforts of home.
these two little hobbits were named Bilbo and B...
A/N - just a small little filler chapter with this one. I feel like the parts in-between the company traveling needed to be filled out just a tiny bit so let me know if you like it! I'm not completely sold on this chapter but it will do. Anyway enjoy!!
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The forest bird's song reaches Bobbie's ears as the fog of sleep rolls away from her mind and her senses begin to come back to the real world. The sounds of low murmuring voices whisp through the air and the gentle stomping of heavy boots vibrate the ground below her thin bed roll. She takes in a deep breath through her rosy noes, she can feel the brisk air filling her lungs as the smell of the fresh morning dew inflates her nostrils. A low groan grinds out of the bottom of her throat as her body begins to feel the lumps of the floor beneath her and the itchiness of the forest green blanket that is coving her body, keeping any semblance of sleep close.
She can feel the light shining on her from the east. The new day sun gives the illusion of warmth that temps the young hobbit to relax her body once again and to let her mind wonder towards an endless dream once more. "Bobbie... Bobbie!" A familiar voice draws her back from the brink of rest from above. The drowsy girl tries to swat away whoever is trying to shake her awake with a limp arm and a crease in her eyebrow grows through annoyance.
"Go away." Bobbie grumbles out as she pulls her blanket over her dishevelled hair to hide from any life possible. Laughter rings though the wind from different distances, they seem joyous and hearty. Bobbie can only guess they are from the fellow members of the company watching the young girl in her lethargic state try to fend off the intruder of her dreams.
An irritated sigh rolls from the unknown person in front of her, "Come on Bobbie, get up before Thorin gets mad." The shrill voice of her brother grows as he brings himself closer. She tries to ignore him for as long as she possibly can, hoping that if she holds off for long enough, she will be left to rest. However, her hopes went unanswered as the scratchy coze of her blanket was ripped away from her hands and practically thrown off her body leaving the poor girl curled up in a ball on her bed roll trying to keep any heat close.
Bobbie lets out another groan of displeasure and sits up with slow movements. Her eyes were still closed as she rubs her fingers into the back of her neck to try and disperse the stiffness she can feel within her body. "Let him have a hissy fit, I'm up now anyway." She finally opens her eyes and tries to blink the sleep away as they adjust to the morning light. Bobbie draws her eyes up to her brother who has her now folded blanket in his left hand and his right hand held out for her. Huffing out a breath filled with grouchiness she accepts his hand and stumbles up from her bed.
A Large stretch is released from her body that makes her bones creak and crack from being uncomfortable and immobile for the duration of the night. Bobbie reaches her arms as far as they can towards the clear summer sky, her legs feel like jelly and her mind run hazy as tingles run down her spine. Another look towards her brother, she can tell Bilbo is thinking something just by the pointed expression gracing his face. "What." She mumbles, letting out another sigh as her arms flop down by the sides of her wrinkled trousers.
