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...
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After Moving bilbo into the living room to sit on his beloved reading chair that is placed near the fire, Bobbie gives him a warm cup of tea curtesy of Dori and places a dark orange blanket over his lap to keep the warmth of his body close and to give him the reassurance of comfort with its thick woollen properties.
The golden light of the fireplace stretches to each corner of the room and deters the dark night from entering through the windows. Bobbie places herself infront of her brother as she perches on the edge of a close footstool that Bilbo is resting his feet on. The contact lays on a small table in a far off corner of the room. Bilbo places his hand on her knee in a form of thanks and it brings the girl reassurance that her dear brother was in fact ok.
"I'll be all right, let me just sit quietly for a moment." Bilbo mutters as his hands twitch on his cup of tea and his eyes scatter between his sister who is sitting on the foot stool in-front of him with the contact in hand, and the wizard who has is hands on his hips pacing the wooden floor.
"You've been sitting quietly for far too long." Gandalf turns to the hobbit with a look in his eye that makes Bilbo shrink into his chair. "tell me; when did doilies and your mother's dishes become so important to you? I remember a young Hobbit who always was running off in search of elves and the woods, who'd stay out late, come home after dark, trailing mud and twigs and fireflies. A young Hobbit who would have liked nothing better than to find out what was beyond the borders of the Shire. The world is not in your books and maps; it's out there." He finishes his speech and looks to the pair, waiting for an answer.
Bilbo puffs out a breath of exasperation. Feeling caught by the wizard. "We can't just go running off into the blue. We are Baggins, of Bag End."
Gandalf interrupts him, "You are also Tooks. Did you know that your great-great-great-great-uncle, Bullroarer Took, was so large he could ride a real horse?"
Bilbo and Bobbie look to the picture of portrait of Bullroarer Took on their wall, the only reminisce of their ancestor left in their home.
"Yes." Bilbo sighs out.
"Well, he could. In the Battle of Green Fields, he charged the goblin ranks. He swung his club so hard it knocked the Goblin King's head clean off, and it sailed a hundred yards through the air and went down a rabbit hole. And thus, the battle was won, and the game of golf invented at the same time." The wizard finishes his story as Bobbie huffs out an amused laugh.
"You made that up." Bobbie states looking towards Gandalf with a cheeky smile on her face.
Gandalf turns to the younger hobbit and grins back, "Well, all good stories deserve embellishment. You'll both have a tale or two to tell of your own when you come back."
"Can you promise that we will come back?" Bilbo shuffles in his chair, feeling uncomfortable by the notion of leaving and never seeing the rolling hills and little rivers. Their home.
