Thilbo Bagginshield :)

The Morning After

Bilbo's POV

I woke up this morning feeling quite tired. I had had the weirdest dream last night about dwarves and Gandalf and dragons and journeys. Oh wait. Shit. It wasn't a dream. I couldn't get the thought of Thorin out of my head.

I put my robe on and walked into my kitchen. I made myself a cup of tea and thought about the events which occurred the night before. I told the dwarves that I wouldn't accompany them on their journey. I am a hobbit of simple things and love to be in my home in the shire, not going on dangerous adventures with hot, majestic, blue-eyed-- oh god! What am I thinking? Bilbo- snap out of it!

That god damn dwarf wouldn't get out of my head, but I put my thoughts of him aside. I was beginning to regret my decision of not being their burglar when I saw the contract laying on my table. Something in me sparked and I thought to myself fuck it. I put down my tea and got dressed quicker than ever before. I packed all of my necessities, grabbed the contract, and raced out my front door. A few of my neighbors gave me questioning stares but I didn't care. I needed to fill the urge to get out, what ever the reasoning for it may be.

Thorin's POV

Last night I couldn't even find our burglar's freakin door. I got lost. Twice. When I got there this small hobbit answered the door and kept staring at me. He gave me a little, awkward smile when I noticed him doing so. Huh, cute. Wait, what? What in Durin's beard are you thinkin? Well anyways, the hobbit, whose name turned out to be Bilbo, fainted as we told him about the dragon part of our journey. I carried him to his bed and we left. I wonder if he knows it was me.

Sorry about how short it was but I will be updating more frequently now

Stay classy my dwarves, hobbits, elves, and dwelves ;)