Bilbo X Lonely!Male!Elf!Reader ~ Trust Me

Part 1

The arrival of thirteen dwarves being dragged to the gates by the guards drew flurries of interest from everyone within, and Bilbo struggled to remain unnoticed, darting between the legs of elves running around everywhere as he tried to stay unseen in the throng of bodies, while at the same time trying to keep an eye on the elves who had taken his friends, needing to know where they were to be taken.

Eventually, however, he was forced to give up in order to avoid raising suspicion after he backed into an elf who became a little too absorbed in working out exactly what he had hit. Getting away from the loud crowds he found a quiet corner in which to hide, trying to tone down the panic and anxiety that filled him with the knowledge that he had been separated from his companions again. He needed to attach himself to them with rope or something at this rate.

Bilbo wasn't sure just how long had passed before the hall finally quietened enough that he felt confident emerging from his hiding place. Well, maybe confident wasn't the right word. The hall was empty enough that he no longer had any excuses not to go out and start looking for his friends. There, that sounded a little more accurate. There were stairs across the hall from him, leading downwards, and as he assumed that the dwarves would be taken to the dungeon, which would be downwards, that was the route he decided he was going to take.

The going was slow, despite that there were no elves in the immediate area for him to avoid, as he winced and paused at every small sound or skittering stone simply to make sure nobody had heard it or was going to come and investigate. All his focus was on making his way down the stairs as soundlessly as he could do it.

It was peals of laughter that drew him from his narrow focus, and he looked up in shock. He had never heard an elf laugh before. All of the tales he had heard had mentioned the beauty of their laughter, but this was something else entirely. This was a sound that made his heart leap in his chest and made him long to join whoever it was in their joy. Surely he had no need to be afraid of such a creature? He shook his head at this thought. He doubted all elves were alike, just as he knew all hobbits weren't alike, and all dwarves weren't alike. But he had to focus on the mission at hand. Even if there was a kind elf nearby, he couldn't risk telling them everything.

But the laughter had caused him to pay attention to the other things going on around him. More specifically, to the smell of food that permeated the air from in that direction. His stomach growled loudly, and he recalled that he hadn't eaten properly since leaving Beorn's house, so anxious were he and his companions to ration their quickly dwindling supplies. Unbidden, Bilbo's feet carried him along a fork in the path which seemed to maintain the level he was on, ignoring for now the stairs that continued downwards. There was light through a doorway nearby, and voices talking quietly. Creeping up to the entryway he peered inside and saw two elves. One he recognised, the blonde elf who had been with the ones who had taken the dwarves. He was sat at a table in what was clearly a small dining room which looked like it was meant for the servants. Stood near the table, but leaning on it and watching his companion with some amusement, was a [h/c] elf with [e/c] eyes whom Bilbo didn't recognise. The hobbit had never been particularly attracted to males, but he could see for himself that the elf was beautiful, his hair in [length] [style] perfectly framing his [tone] [shape] face, his eyes bright with mirth. Bilbo swallowed, his knees going weak, and pressed himself a little tighter into the corner so that he could watch the two males. When they were gone he would hopefully be able to take some food, after all.

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*Flick*

The pea hit your brother's head and fell to the table, but he didn't react as you fetched another from your bowl.