Here lies Lady Bilbo Baggins. Lost in the Halls of Erebor. Cause of Death? Not Thorin. Not even Kili (though we shall blame him) But a pinecone.

Frazzled Bilbo is frazzled. "I fear I have been swept up in ... pinecones... I do believe your uncle is quite cross with me."

The little Shireling blinked once, rather slowly. "I believe I shall. Lest I find myself buried alive later." She issues a nervous chuckle.

Still in a daze somewhat, the petite Shireling took his arm to walk with him. "Well I should hope so." She said without thinking. Immediately she paused, wondering if she'd been bold?

"To which I would most ardently refuse!" She insisted, remembering the state of her little Hobbit Hole after playing hostess to a company of 13 all at once.

Stomps her foot again - holding all the malice and threat of a small rabbit. "-I- did not place that confounded thing there Thorin - you know that!" Was Thorin... teasing her? {"Oh my days, I am not ready for a Thorin with a sense of humour."} She thought.

A defiant wrinkled formed over the bridge of her nose, tiny little hands balled up into fists at her side. "You know I was -dragged- away, thankyouverymuch!" Though her voice seemed to be getting higher and higher.

||#ooc: I sort of designed my little #LadyBilbo to be non-shipable... I truly feel she wouldn't even know what to do with herself if anyone ever took a fancy to her. Poor thing would be beside herself lol (It would be adorable though lol!)

The little Hobbit could be as fierce as a dragon, brave as a dwarf in a pinch! When the need was dire... Otherwise, she was easily flummoxed such as now. "I should hope so, I dare say dealing with a moody Dragon has given me quite enough brooding for a lifetime."

Taking a seat with legs crossed, she rested her hands in her lap, quietly staring out into the distance, inwardly enchanted by it all. After a time she glanced to the fair haired Durin. "Thank you for bringing me here, Fili."

*Is wunnering what is a riss*

𝐴ℎ, 𝐴𝑟𝑑𝑎... 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑤𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑛? ─ #ᴍᴇʟᴋᴏʀ ─ #sɪʟᴍᴀʀɪʟʟɪᴏɴ ᴘᴀʀᴏᴅʏ ﹠ ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋ ʀᴘ ─ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ 𝟣𝟪+ ─ ᴀʀᴅᴀ·s ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ·ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ· sʜɪᴛ

𝐴𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠, 𝑚𝑦 𝐿𝑜𝑟𝑑 #𝑀𝑒𝑙𝑘𝑜𝑟, 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑖𝑠... 𝑒𝑥ℎ𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔. ─ #sᴀᴜʀᴏɴ ─ #ᴛᴏʟᴋɪᴇɴ ᴠᴇʀsᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴅᴏʏ ﹠ ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋ ʀᴘ ─ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ₁₈﹢ ─ ʙᴀʙʏsɪᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏғ 𝑴 𝑬 𝑳 𝑲 𝑶 𝑹 ─ Aʀᴅᴀ·s ᴍᴏᴏᴅʏ ʟɪʟ sʜɪᴛ

─ “Hᴏɴᴏᴜʀ. Lᴏʏᴀʟᴛʏ. A ᴡɪʟʟɪɴɢ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ. I ᴄᴀɴ ᴀsᴋ ɴᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ...” ࿇┊#ɴᴇᴡ: ᴛʜᴏʀɪɴ ᴏᴀᴋᴇɴsʜɪᴇʟᴅ ࿇┊#ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ: ʟᴅᴍ ࿇┊#sʟ_sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: ᴏᴘᴇɴ ࿇┊#sᴇᴇᴋɪɴɢ: ᴍᴀɪɴs ❖ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ sᴄʀɪʙᴇ: tl.gd/n_1sqkgbg ❖

─“𝐴 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒚 𝑈𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑦.”─ 【#JᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏTᴏFᴀɴɢᴏʀɴ: ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪ】 ʀᴇᴀᴅ: tl.gd/n_1sqkshp

─ “𝑹𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒈𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒍 𝑹𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒔” ─ 【#JᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏTᴏFᴀɴɢᴏʀɴ: ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪɪ】 ʀᴇᴀᴅ: tl.gd/n_1sqksk2

─ “𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕” ─ 【#JᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏTᴏFᴀɴɢᴏʀɴ: ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪɪɪ】 ʀᴇᴀᴅ: tl.gd/n_1sqktlr

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Gingerly nudges Thorin Oakenshield’s shoulder and offers him a cup of tea.