bilbo - tea time

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You tapped your large foot underneath the table, a soft frown on your lips.  Every day you had tea time outside of Bilbo's house.  And every time, he was still missing.  You missed your best friend deeply.  You hadn't seen him for forever.  You had no doubt of the possibility the man could be dead . . . but who would ever want to admit that?

You leaned against your hand, tucking a strand hair behind of your ear.  You could only wish the man was back in front of you; you must have been going crazy because you almost swore you could hear your friend's voice.  You must have been going insane because you could have sworn that your friend was walking down the dirt path to his home.  No.  No, you weren't insane.  Were you?

"Y/N!" Bilbo nearly shouted as a smile grew on his face.  He waved crazily at you and you knew you weren't going insane.  Before he could say anything else, you huffed and got to your feet.

"Do you know how late you are for tea time?!"

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