❝A Journey To Remember❞ The Hobbit | Kili

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❝A Journey To Remember❞
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     My body rested comfortably against my featherbed, my eyes finding their way to the glorious light of day. I turned my body to where I was now laying against my back as I stretched slightly in the process. I turned my head to the right of me, gazing upon the bright colors and greenery from the window. I exhaled a deep breath, my mind replaying all that had happened within a night.

     I sat up from my bed, looking at the rest of the room. I composed myself, rubbing my eyes in hopes of giving me a boost for this new day. I slowly began to walk from my bed and out into the rest of the home, expecting a horrid disaster. However, I was greeted with quite the opposite.

     My gaze was transfixed on the floors, the carpets, the fireplace, the kitchen, the pantry, and every single individual detail of the home that was completely and utmost, without a single speckle of dust, glimmering. I was dumbfounded at how they could've managed such a task in such a short period. I continued to look throughout the household, now noticing the contract lying against the bed of the fireplace.

     I lifted the paper from where it was positioned, reading the signatures to then see a blank location for another to be written. I lifted my eyes, gazing upon my surroundings, pondering whether I should sign it or not. My eyes fell back upon the contract. I inhaled a deep sigh. I made up my mind. 

     I rushed to grab a quill from my uncle's desk, dipping the tip of the feathered object into the black ink captured in the small vile. I signed our names onto the contract before slamming the quill against the desk.

      I turned, heading straight toward Bilbo's chambers. I rushed down the hall with a sense of urgency, turning a corner to be met by the startled expression of my Uncle as made eye contact. "We're going," I breathed out firmly, "whether you like it or not, we're going. I signed it." I exhaled a deep breath that was trapped deep in my chest. 

      Bilbo had then thrown his book over to a side table across the way. He lifted his chest, a smile now noticeable. "You bet your old dratted daffer, we're going!"

Moments later... 

      Bilbo and I were beginning to have shorter breaths, our legs growing tired just as we spotted the group of dwarves ahead, riding their herd of ponies. 

     "Wait!" I called out, the weight of my bag growing rather heavy. The arrows in my quiver clashed against one another as my bow rubbed a slight area of my hip. "We signed it, Master Oakenshield!" Bilbo and I ran past the crew of dwarfs accompanied by Gandalf. My uncle held the contract in his grasp, presenting it to the eldest dwarf of the crew.

     Balin examined the contract with a steady eye, studying the information before him. "Everything appears to be in order," Balin mused. "Welcome, Master Baggins and Miss Saffron, to the company of Thorin Oakenshield," Balin stated boldly as a few dwarves hollered and cheered for the two of us in excitement. 

     "Here," Ori called out to the two of us. "These ponies are for you." 

     "Thank you," I replied, walking towards the soft-eyed creature. I secured my bag to the back end of the saddle before mounting. I removed my bow, hooking the corner of the weapon to the horn of the saddle. I watched as Bilbo seemingly struggled to have confidence in the beast. I chuckled slightly, watching as Bofur guided the hobbit gracefully.