1) It rains constantly so my stuff isn't dry.
Bilbo sighed as he held his damp clothing. It just had to rain, didn't it. Now the hobbit was stuck with dwaven clothing for as long as his own clothes remained wet. "Fifth time this week." He grumbled bitterly to himself, placing them upon the stick over the fire to dry. There was a clap of thunder and then harsh flows of raindrops followed.
"YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!"
2) I forgot my handkerchief.
Handkerchiefs were extremely important to Bilbo. Not only was it important to be prepared for runny noses or ale spillages but his mother had always carried one whenever she went away on grand escapades as a symbol of good luck. Having forgotten the one his mother had gifted him for his birthday when he was just a young hobbit, he found it most kind when one of the dwarfs ripped off some fabric from his own clothing to make do yet he couldn't accept it. Afterall, it was bad luck to accept another's handkerchief if they weren't properly acquainted. This was proven when Bilbo fell off his pony straight in to a mud puddle.
3) Two words : Sackville- Bagginses.
Bilbo Baggins was just thinking about hhis beloved hobbit hole when a horrifying thought implanted itself upon his mind. The Sackville-Bagginses. He'd forgotten all about them. They were most likely flogging his furniture at unreasonable prices and running off with his spoons. He let out a small squeak as he turned his pony around, fury boiling within him. His parents were probably spinning in their graves or arising from the dead,greatly troubled by the sheer mention of his distant relatives. Ha that'd be a fun sight to see. The Sackville-Bagginses facing his mother's wrath for running off with spoons and flogging furniture. "Oi Bilbo! Where ya goin'?" Bofur asked. Bilbo turned to look behind at the dwarf. Oh crap. He couldn't just get up and leave the company. He had signed a contract to be their burglar afterall. Bilbo swallowed down his pride and rage and quickly turned back around and direction.
"I don't know. Funny things ponies." He stuttered nervously.
"Aye but tha' one's usually well behaved and tends to follow the others." Crap. Crap, crap, crappity crap crap. Bilbo gave a nervous chuckle.
"Oh. Yes, well, I um" He wasn't going to get away with this one...
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