Three days after the argue with Dwalin we reached the Bag End. It was like an English suburbia area fill with green and life not like my home…I can't remember it very well but I never felled that was my home.
There we met Bilbo Baggins the called "Burglar" of the company and Gandalf- a mage. We met him at Baggins home. I wasn't inside because I wasn't very comfortable with 14 men and I had to think. How could I forget for almost a week not pray!
I started to pray. Don't imagine a real existing pray, something like THANK U LORD FOR ALL THE LUCK U HAVE GIVE TO ME. Suddenly the Baggins came out of the house look very angry.
-Hello Mr. Burglar. I said
-Are you the traveler?
-Yep, did they talk about me?
-Yes, they said that you have come from far away, over our little world, that you are an excellent joker and also that you a professional traveler. He said while he was trying to hide his anger.
-Why are you angry? I asked, don't try to hide, I can see you: you are red like someone washed you with blood.
-These dwarfs… Deary voyager, do I look like a burglar? Do I look fearless? He said and he put his hand in his waist.
-Stupid Bilbo, the built of your body hasn't got any to do with your soul! Can you walk like the cat?
-Of course, I am a hobbit!
-Can you hear soft sounds? Like the walk of the cat or the fly of a mosquito?
-Yes, I'm a freaking H-O-B-B-I-T! Do you know what a hobbit is? He turned very angry, it was very red and he was burning.
-Nope but I had heard about your race. And I was very amused with Hobbits courage and psychological strength. So maybe you are the perfect person to be a burglar, I said to him and I reached his shoulder and look straight in his eyes, he looked into my eyes like a child. He was like child to me, you know his height and his baby face, but his eyes was like charcoal ready to born a little flame.
-Am I? He asked
-Do I look like a Voyager to you?
-Yes… I mean you have said that this yours name…
-Mister Baggins can you hold a secret?
-Yes, yours?
-Maybe…