Trolls and a story

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It is morning. Bilbo wakes up on his bed and suddenly realizes that his house is tranquil. He walks around his house, expecting to run into the dwarves; however, there is no one there. The house has been cleaned up entirely from the mess of the party last night, almost as if it had never happened. "Hello?" he said as he looked aorund. Bilbo looks a bit lonesome. He sees the Contract sitting on a table; he looks at it, then looks up with a determined face.

Bilbo runs out the door of Bag End and down the path, wearing a traveling pack and holding the contract. He runs through Hobbiton, jumping over fences and pumpkins in his haste. His neighbors shake their heads at him. "Hey! Mr. Bilbo! Where are you off to?" A Neighbor says as he runs by. "Can't stop; I'm already late!" Bilbo says and continues to run. "Late for what?" The neighbor asks, and Bilbo calls back.

"I'm going on an adventure!"

The dwarves are riding their ponies and Gandalf, his horse, down a path through a wooded area. A few words of their conversation are heard, including "waste of time" and "use a hobbit." Bilbo runs up from behind them. Silveria peeks up from Gandalf's hat bend and makes a gurgling sound like a chuckle, and a smile is in her a sky Lips. "Wait! Wait!" Bilbo calls. Some dwarves call "Woah!" and stop their ponies. Bilbo catches up to them and hands Balin the contract.

"I signed it!" He says proudly. Balin takes the contract and inspects it with a pocket glass. He then smiles at Bilbo. "Everything appears to be in order. Welcome, Master Baggins, to the company of Thorin Oakenshield." He says and gestures to the company—the dwarves cheer. Thorin doesn't look too impressed. "Give him a pony." He says and turns his to start walking.

Silveria sees that Bilbo freezes, and he starts to protest. The little dragon chuckles again and jumps down from Gandalf and onto the ground. As she touches the ground, her skin changes, and there in front of them stands a giant silver horse. Her eyes are as blue as always, and she is about Gandalf's horse height. "Come with me, Mr. Baggins," she says, her voice an octave deeper than usual.

All the dwarves, including Bilbo and Gandalf, stare surprised at Silveria, who nicker softly and bows her head towards Bilbo. But before he can grab into her mane, she lays down, so it's easier. Bilbo hauls himself onto her back and holds tightly onto her hair so he won't fall off. Silveria chuckles, and they start to go again.

Bilbo is riding Silveria. She huff and tosses her head a little making him quite uncomfortable... Silveria notices this and stops. "Sorry," she whispers so he can hear her. He patted her neck gently but still held onto her mane. "Come on, Nori, pay up. Go on." Oin says, and Nori tosses a sack of money to Oin; bags of cash begin passing between the dwarves. "Hey, hey, hey!" Oin exclaims, and some of the dwarves laugh.

"What's that about?" Bilbo asks, and Silveria scoffs.  "Oh, they took wagers on whether or not you'd turn up. Most of them bet that you wouldn't." She says. "What did you think?" He asks as he looks up as Gandalf comes up beside them. "Hmmm." He hums. Gandalf catches a sack of money tossed to him and puts it in his bag. "My dear fellow, I never doubted you for a second." Bilbo sneezes loudly.

Silveria huff. "Ohh. All this horsehair, I'm reacting." Bilbo says he explains, but Silveria doesn't say anything more. Bilbo searches his pockets for his handkerchief. He is unable to find it, and he looks up in shock.  "No, no, wait, wait, stop! Stop! We have to turn around." He says, panicked. The entire company comes to a halt, and the dwarves start objecting and asking what the problem is.

"What on earth is the matter?" Gandalf aks. Silveria says, "he forgot his handkerchief" Gandalf nods in understanding. Bofur tears a strip of cloth from his clothing and tosses it to Bilbo. "Here! Use this." He says, and Silveria chuckles as she feels Bilbo's mood change. Bilbo catches the rag and looks at it in disgust. The dwarves laugh and begin to continue their journey. "Move on." Thorin orders.

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