A Bilbo Baggins Short
Sitting at my hearth I scrape the residue from last evenings tobacco from my pipe. The familiar and comforting taste of hickory on the back of my tongue lulls me into a time, long ago, when I climbed the Lonely Mountains and waged battle with all manner of lowly creatures. I rest my furry feet on my mother's ottoman, and stare off into the flames, and got lost to my memories.
Somewhere on the road...
"Well out with it laddie, what's it like?" Bofur asks with the usual cheery grin, his hat flopping around in the wind.
"Being a Hobbit isn't easy as I'm sure you know Bofur." Bilbo hung his head high explaining the life of a Hobbit to the curious dwarf. "There's 1st breakfast, and 2nd breakfast. Let's not forget about elevensies, and a snack in between. Oh I almost forgot about afternoon tea! Why my day is so busy keeping my pantry well-stocked, I hardly have time to crochet doilies. Ahem... that is to say, I verily meant throwing logs like a mighty Hobbit."
"I think he verily means to say the logs throw him around." Fili said looking at Kili with one of Thorin's I'm not impressed at all, this is serious faces. Unable to control it, they burst out with a roar of laughter, which causes the company to do the same. Bombur, and his many chins nearly rolled off his pony from laughing so hard.
"Well I hope you don't mind cutting fire wood for us tonight then, Master Baggins." Thorin spoke up with a stern voice. "You and your doilies can collect wood for us here on out, how's that to your liking?" He then looks back at Fili and Kili with his I'm not impressed at all, this is serious face, which set the lads off on another round of laughter.
Present time Bag End...
The crackling from the fire place breaks my concentration. Stretching I think of how enjoyable it was to hear the laughter of my dear friends. If only I could listen one last time...