Thilbo Bagginshield :)

Majestic?!?

Bilbo sat up and stretched, thinking about the night before. His quiet, comfortable dinner by himself had been ruined by a bunch of loud, no-mannered dwarves. He had been quite annoyed by the unexpected visitors in his home, and to make matters worse, they had expected him to risk his life on an impossible journey for their homeland, Erebor, all thanks to Gandalf.

----the night before~ Bilbos POV~

My pantry was being raided and the dwarves were breaking things, singing a song about things that I hate. And boy, did that push me over the edge! Just as I was about to explode in anger, there was yet another knock at the door, and everyone in the room fell silent. I wondered who could be so important, so I went to open the door.

When I did, I froze and couldn't help but stare at the black-haired dwarf standing on my doorstep. He was so... majestic..... Majestic?!? Bilbo Baggins! What on middle earth are you thinking? He is a dwarf! You cannot think such things! I shook the thoughts out of my head just as he walked through the door. The fur slung over his back brushed my side as he stepped through, sending electricity throughout my entire body. He gave me a questioning look as he walked over to the table where the rest of his company sat and I just shot him an awkward, little, reassuring smile.

I figured he was the leader of the company based on the sudden respect the dwarves had and by the way he walked into the room. Apparently his nephews, Fili and Kili, looked at me, then the black-haired dwarf, back at me, and then started giggling to eachother. Had they noticed something? I put that aside and went back to being mad at the dwarves again.

"Again, why are you here??" I asked, getting impatient with the dwarves. They, and Gandalf, told me about how they wanted to return to their homeland and claim their long, forgotten gold. The leader of the group, whose named was Thorin, explained how Gandalf chose me to be their "burglar" and accompany them on their journey. Really, Gandalf. They also informed me on Smaug, this terror of a dragon that destroyed the homeland they are avenging- and how I am supposed to face him. And help kill him.

I started to feel a bit dizzy at the word dragon, and I only heard a few parts after that in blurred chunks. I began trading the contract that the white-haired dwarf, Balin, handed me. I saw something about how they weren't responsible for any liabilities due to incineration. Incineration?! Then the dwarf with the hat, Bofur, said somethin about furnaces with wings and I lost it. I simply said, "Nope." and I passed out.

Hey my hobbits, dwarves, elves, and my dwelves ;)

Sorry about the wait and the shortness of this chapter

I promise to make longer ones and I hope that you enjoy the story so far!