Aeonian [Legolas]

3

Viridis didn't try to track down Gandalf. Sure, it had been a few hundred years since he had last seen the wizard but it seemed the old man had something to attend to after their visit to Bilbo's home and Viridis didn't want to enter into this reclaiming or Erebor business until he absolutely had to.

So, he waited until nightfall; watched the palpable blue sky give way into something darker, something lamentable. The night was nothing like that of the forest where he was tracking the Orcs. This one seemed endlessly joyous, endlessly light. A full breath of air could be taken under the expanse of the sky and not a flicker of worry would present itself.

Viridis almost didn't know what to feel.

Eventually, he shook his head to clear his mind and allowed himself the moments rest. The thought that he could at any time be attacked had turned him into a stone statue but now the threat was gone, he was breaking, and he didn't know what to do with the broken chunks.

Shrug them off and plow on.

Viridis, upon seeing nothing else to occupy his time with, settled for circling back down the path he had aimlessly wandered down and headed back to the heart of Hobbiton. Despite being here only thrice in his life, he seemed to know the pathways like the back of his hand. Easily, he retraced the path Gandalf has led him down earlier that day and walked with an even gate, hands idle by his sides and hair flowing down over his ears.

The door swung open even before Viridis had the chance to raise his hand to knock. Just barely through the gate and up the steps, and there he was. Bilbo Baggins. The Hobbit must have been watching Viridis begin his journey; watched him get closer and closer. The only question was why he was so eager to open his door if not just hours ago he looked like he perpetually thought both men before him were nothing short of crazed.

The redhead lifted a brow, making no moves to advance.

And neither did Bilbo.

The two just stood there for a moment, staring at one another. Viridis inviting the Hobbit to say something and the aforementioned trying to rack up the sentence he had been planning for the whole of many minutes before Viridis arrived.

Finally, Viridis spoke when yet another beat of silence passed between them. "You have questions." He said.

Bilbo's face went slack as if he'd just been slapped in the face. "You really think? No, I was just opening my door to you, a random stranger whom I've never seen before in the whole of my entire life, to come inside and share a pot of tea with me. Of course I bloody well have questions!"

Viridis blinked, not having expected such an outburst. Sure, he should have expected it from his prior encounter but such a small creature as Baggins well.. he hadn't thought him capable.

Bilbo stared back at him for another moment, one hand on the door and his body blocking the entrance to his home. Finally, his face softened and he sighed, opening the door and shifting his body. "Questions. Yes. Well, you may as well come in."

"You'll excuse me." Bilbo said when Viridis had to duck his head to enter the Hobbit's home. "This whole evening as of late has been discomforting. An adventure." Bilbo blubbered as he paced around his home with Viridis trailing behind, trying to remain dignified though he had to duck every time they passed beneath an arch. "Outrageous."

The Hobbit kept muttering words under his breath so profusely and quickly that Viridis had trouble keeping up. They made it to what looked like the kitchen when Bilbo finally stopped. Turning around to face the Elf, he looked up at the redhead with an expectant gaze.

"How much food do you have?" Was all that Viridis offered and clearly, it wasn't what the Hobbit was expecting, nor looking for.

"F-food? Why the hell does the amount of food I have matter right now? You promised me an answer to my questions."