Bilbo sighed, he had agreed to watch his nephew and his gardener's son for the night. Their parents were doing some business in another part of the shire. Bilbo agreed to watch them because he loved the boys, they always wanted to hear the story of his adventure. No one else really believed him. Some hobbits even said he went crazy. they were both so energetic.
He was making dinner for the two boys, Frodo and Samwise, when they came running into the kitchen.
"Uncle Bilbo! Uncle Bilbo!" Frodo exclaimed
"Dinner is almost ready boys," he said to the two.
"Mr. Bilbo! The chest!" Sam started, "its glowing blue!" Frodo finished. Glowing? Chests can't glow- STING!
"Boys go hid in my closet now, and don't come out." He instructed, the boys followed orders and ran to Bilbo's room. Bilbo ran in to the hall, his adventure chest was indeed glowing from the inside. Blue light was leaking out.
Bilbo locked the front door and ran back to the chest. He took out the ring, sting, the mithril had Thorin gave him, some random cloaks, and his traveling pack (he always had it packed, hoping one day to return to the lonely mountain.)
The door made a noise, as if someone was trying to get in, "or something…" Bilbo said aloud to himself.
He ran to his room, heading straight into the closet.
"Uncle?" Frodo's small voice asked from the back of the closet where he and Sam were huddled together. "What's going on?"
"Its okay boys," Bilbo was amazed at how calm his voice sounded, because he was panicking on the inside, "we're going to go on a little trip." He said with a smile to calm the boys. He heard the sound of wood splitting from the door. "Now put these on," he handed them the cloaks, "and wait here till I come back, don't open the door no matter what you here, okay?" they nodded "good boys." He smiled, leaving the closet he locked the door behind him.
He slipped on the mithril and the ring, with sting in hand he quietly left his bed room.
2 sets of footsteps entered his house. It smelled like orcs, he remembered from his adventure, for you never truly forget something that awful.
He saw one enter his pantry, and the other was in his study destroying all of his maps and books!
He followed the one into the pantry, stabbing it in the back multiple times. They had turned his beautiful green door into ruins! He could still faintly see the mark Gandalf left on his door the first day (he never had the heart to repaint it) lying on the ground amoung the rubble
He moved quietly behind the one in his study, placing stings tip to its back. "What are you doing here?" he asked
The orc froze, before saying something in its horrid language, calling out to the dead orc in the pantry. When no response came it turned, only to find nothing. It could see no hobbit anywhere, but it still felt the cold stinging touch of the elfish blade.
Bilbo drove the blade through the monster, killing it quickly. He silently thanked Fili and Kili for the swordsmanship lessons.
He exited Bag End, only to see destruction. The Hobbiton was burning, hobbits were fleeing orcs, and there was a- was a burning pile of bodies in Lolbido's field.
He gaged at the sight, of his neighbors, friends, and – he gaged again- his f-family! Lying next to the pile was Frodo's father, Frodo's mother, and Sam's own parents, not moving, with a dead look in their eyes.
He felt hot tears pour down his cheeks. He was all Frodo and Sam had left. He needed to take them somewhere safe! His mind flew to Erebor, with the dwarves. It would be to dangerous alone, he could ask the elves of Rivendale for help…
Bilbo decided, he would do that, in his mind the only safe place left for him and the boys was in the halls of Erebor.
He returned to the boys. He took the ring off and opened the door.
"Come on boys, time to go." He put the pack on his back after slipping on his own cloak.
"Uncle Bilbo, Are Mommy, Daddy, and Sam's parents coming with us?" Frodo asked with big blue eyes, just like his mothers, Bilbo froze.
"I'm sorry boys, no, they're not." He gathered them in his arms so they couldn't see him cry, "They're on their own trip to a beautiful place. But we can't go there yet okay? You are to young, and I'm a crazy old hobbit who has unfinished business," how his voice didn't crack once surprised him. But it was okay he had to be strong for Sam and Frodo.
They nodded against his shoulder.
"Okay, where would you boys like to go?" he asked softly
"Can we go to Erebor?" Sam asked politely.
"Yeah, I want to meet your friends!" Frodo agreed.
"Okay little ones, we'll go to the Lonely Mountain." He couldn't let them see all the death outside," to start our adventure we're going to play a game."
"Of riddles?" Sam asked.
Bilbo smiled, "No, not today. It's called 'The King Says'"
"How do you play?" Frodo asked excited, they loved to play games.
"I'll say 'the king says' something, then you do it. But only when I say 'the king says' okay?" they nodded. "Okay, the king says put your hands on your ears." They played along, "now the king says close your eyes." they shut their eyes. "Very good boys! Now the king says hide your face!" and they did, tucking their heads into Bilbo's neck.
Bilbo stood up and started walking out of Bag End.
"The king says be absolutely silent. Not a peep understand?" they nodded.
'Now the king says, disappear.' He thought as he slipped on the ring, vanishing into the night with the two little hobbits.
