Welp! I got quite a few voters on that poll!
Actually rather surprising results... but I digress!
I will probably end up adding in our new Looper about halfway through the chapter, so that Fili gets some time in the spotlight.
And, speaking of our newest Looper... they... are...
*drumroll*
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...going to remain a mystery!
*blasted backwards from screams of the audience*
I-I'm going t-to introduce t-them still, b-but they will remain a m-mystery until they appear... unless y-you were the l-last to vote...
(Pretty much the only reason I'm doing this is because I have a three-way tie at the moment, so I'll hold off until I get to the introduction part, then write in whoever it ends up being.)
A-anyways, here's Wonderwall...
I do not own 'The Hobbit', nor any other fandom that appears in this chapter or any others.
Note: Three-line break indicates a new Loop. Two-line break indicates a time-skip within the same Loop
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Bilbo was worried.
Well, Thorin was worried, which made Bilbo worried, but he was also worried about the worrying thing himself, without Thorin's worry being added in.
And the reason the two were worried was Fili and Kili.
Or, at least, what it was they were doing.
Or, more specifically, what it was they were not doing.
Thorin didn't really have any idea why the two had become so... withdrawn. He figured that, by the time the first few weeks had passed, and the initial awkwardness dissipated, his two nephews would be up to making mischief and getting the rest of the Company to laugh.
Only they didn't.
They remained quiet and solitary for the first few weeks, like expected, but they didn't come out of their shells after.
But worse was their eyes. He had seen those eyes in the soldiers who fought on the fields of Azanulbizar, who lost their home to dragon fire, who suffered at the hands of orcs.
He saw those eyes every day he looked in a mirror.
They were the eyes of a survivor of tragedy.
And, for the life of him, he could not figure out when those two had suffered so badly, or how it had escaped his notice.
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Bilbo sighed heavily as he looked at his-I mean, Thorin's nephews. He had been hoping they would forget about the Battle of the Five Armies, but that didn't seem to be the case.
Kili actually had forgotten about it for several Loops, but it seemed as though Fili's arrival into Loops brought those memories back. And they came back hard.
Fili, on the other hand, was never one to procrastinate. It seemed his memories were following the trend, and began to plague him only days after Awakening.
Now he had two boys who were tortured by memories of battle and death, and he had no one else to assist him.
I mean, he could explain things to Thorin, but that was not a path he wanted to travel down again...
In the meantime, it was about time for him to deliver the boys' dinners to them while they watched over the-
Bilbo's train of thought was interrupted when Fili and Kili came trudging through camp, both covered in black blood.
Oh... oh no...
"Fili! Kili! What happened?!" Thorin demanded the moment he caught sight of them. "Why are the two of you covered in orc blood?!"
"It's not orc; it's troll. One tried to steal away some of the ponies, but we took him down quickly enough. When his two brethren attempted to avenge him, Kili shot their brains out," Fili stated bluntly. The rest of the Company stared at the two in shock; Thorin himself had his jaw practically on the ground.
"Do you mind if we have some of that soup, Bombur? I'm afraid I got some of their blood on my tongue and I can't get the taste off." Kili asked, completely emotionless. Bombur hesitantly passed over the two bowls he planned on having Bilbo deliver to them.
Thorin caught Balin's eye, and both shared a worried look with each other.
They both knew something had changed between leaving Ered Luin and leaving Master Baggins' house,
and neither had a clue as to what had happened.
Bilbo knew.
And Bilbo needed to talk to a certain scientist the next time their paths crossed.
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"Yeah, this happens a lot when a person dies about halfway through the original timeline..." Tony hummed thoughtfully as he leaned on his Tower's balcony.
"I kinda suspected that myself, thank you. What I'm asking is what you suggest we do," Bilbo bit back from her place next to him. Whether the 'moderators' heard her silent prayer or it was mere luck/coincidence didn't really matter to Bilbo, since the next Loop she went through was the Avengers' Loop.
Neither Fili nor Kili joined her in this Loop, so this was perfect for her to gather some information.
It was technically her job, since she was Natasha again.
"...we call them 'Vacation Loops'."
"Sorry, what?"
"It's the first solution that comes to mind when dealing with situations like this. Basically... you don't give a fuck about how things are supposed to happen, and just do what you want for the entire Loop. It's meant to be a complete break from any stress and worries, so that you can deal with your own problems without worrying about your Loop's."
"That's... rather hard to plan for the three of us. I doubt we'd get very far by pony before the rest of the Company caught up."
"Well, even though they're a vacation, V-Loops are rather hard to plan out to make sure everything goes right. It doesn't matter; I only said it's a possibility." Tony shrugged, before straightening up and turning around to calmly walk back inside.
"So, what are your other suggestions?" Bilbo called over her shoulder.
"Get them a therapist. Other than that, I've got nothin' else... save actually removing memories, which is not recommended when it comes to Loopers." Tony responded before he re-entered the Tower.
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Bilbo sat up with a startled gasp. He looked around quickly to gather his surroundings, but his movements stirred the lump sleeping in bed next to him.
"Bilbo... love..." a voice groaned sleepily; a voice Bilbo recognized all too well. "Something th'matter?"
"N-nothing, Thorin... I think I had a bad dream..." A head poked it's way out of the covers, and Thorin looked up at him with half-lidded eyes.
"D'you need t'talk 'bout it?" he slurred. Bilbo shook his head, and laid back down.
"No... it was just a dream..." He quickly racked his memories for what had differed this Loop.
Nothing much different from other Loops where he and Thorin fell in love... except apparently male Hobbits could become child-bearers.
And Frodo was his and Thorin's son.
That was... new... to say the least...
"Thorin?"
"Hmm?"
"I was thinking..."
"Yes?"
"Have you noticed Fili and Kili's... 'mood change', lately?" Thorin's eyes slowly opened until he was staring at his lover intently.
"Yes... I have. I noticed it weeks after the Battle, but it seemed to have gone away with the arrival of Frodo... At least, I assumed it did..."
"I'm afraid time isn't going to help them..." Bilbo sighed. 'If anything, time makes it worse,' he thought to himself. "In any case, I was thinking..."
"Yes?"
"What if... no, it's a silly idea..."
"What is it?"
"Well... I was wondering if you'd abject to me spending some time with them."
"I would never."
"Even if said quality time would be spent out of the Mountain?"
"...erm..."
"As a hunting trip of sorts?"
"Hunting? You never go hunting?"
"It'd just be the three of us, out in the forest, just spending a week or so together. Even though we've lived together as a family for a few years now, I'm afraid the boys have yet to truly accept me as family."
"Well, now you are just being over-dramatic, love."
"'Over-dramatic'?" Bilbo huffed in irritation. "If you want over-dramatic, I suggest taking a look at that 'Tomi' adviser of yours who just so happened to delay the last meeting by an hour because a miner bumped into him on accident. You could hear him chewing into that poor dwarf from the throne room! I swear, the only thing that kept Bofur from breaking Tomi's neck-"
"Alright, you have made your point!" Thorin groaned. "Honestly, people talk about the stubbornness of dwarves; I assume they have yet to meet a hobbit, or there would be quite a change of tone!"
"Says the dwarf who refused to give Thranduil the white gems even after he assisted in the battle."
"He is a pompous ass! And I know for a fact you agreed with me on that!"
"Well, someone being an ass does not justify us being alike in manner."
"...I seem to have forgotten our original topic of conversation."
"So have I."
"...well, I think you wanted to convince me of something..."
"Hmmm, was I?"
"...I'll just say that, whatever it is you wanted of me, you can do as you please." Bilbo gasped excitedly.
"Oh, brilliant! So, you don't mind taking care of little Frodo for the week I'm gone with the boys?"
"Wait, what?"
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"We need to talk," Bilbo began.
"And what a fine time and place to do so, Uncle!" Kili replied with a hint of sarcasm.
"Well, Tony suggested it to me." Kili's smile vanished as he suddenly grew quiet at Bilbo's words. Fili, on the other hand, was just confused.
"Um, 'Tony'?" he asked.
"Yes. He was the one who explained the entire Looping business to me and Kili a few-hundred Loops ago." His gaze returned to focus on Kili, and his face saddened.
"Kili... can you tell me what's bothering you?" Kili only huffed.
"There's no point..." he stated morosely. "We'll reset in a couple decades, I'll show up a Loop or two later, and nothing will have changed with everyone else... It's only us who change, Uncle! No one else changes, and we have to live with it forever!" His voice rose in volume. "I'll have to sit by and watch as everyone around me dies again and again, and I'm forced to see their dead bodies over and over! And when shit resets, I'll remember everything, and they remember NOTHING!" he finally screamed in anger. He took a few breaths in after his loud exclamation, and realized Bilbo was silently crying. "B-bilbo?"
"Oh, Kili..." Bilbo sniffed. "You... you have no idea who you sound like when you say those things..."
"Wha- Who are you talking-"
"I swore to myself I'd never speak of it again. Just realize that... that, while it feels like a curse, it also is a blessing, of sorts. We get the chance to live with our loved ones forever, you know; we fix our mistakes, we grow old, we die... and after the Reset, we get to fall in love all over again." He gave a short laugh. "It's even a bit entertaining to see your partner realize you practically know them better than they know themselves..." He quickly stepped forward and engulfed his nephew-in-law in a hug.
"I'm not sure if I was the only one given a second chance, Kili, but you must stay strong. I don't know how I'd deal with our eternity if you... if y-you..."
It was ironic, Bilbo thought to himself later, that he was the one to break down when it was Fili and Kili he had been trying to help.
"Bilbo..." Kili breathed as the two slumped to their knees in the middle of their hug. Fili quickly joined them, trying to offer what little comfort he could to the more experienced Loopers.
"You don't even realize how lucky you two are..." Bilbo sighed. "You have someone to talk to, who understands exactly what you're dealing with, and can help you get through this endless insanity...
"I hope you understand you don't have to go through this alone, boys. You have each other, and you have me."
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Fili's eyes opened slowly, and he quickly shut them again.
He groaned in pain at the bright white of the room he was in, giving him a massive headache to deal with.
*Good Morning! You have been in suspension for -50- days. In compliance with State and Federal regulations, all testing candidates in the Aperture Science Extended Relaxation Center, MUST be revived periodically for a mandatory physical and mental wellness exercise.*
'Um... what?'
*You will hear a buzzer. When you hear the buzzer, look down at the floor.*
*BRRZZZ-BRRRZZZZ!* Fili practically jumped out of his skin, and quickly looked down at the floor.
*Good! You will hear a buzzer. When you hear the buzzer, look up at the ceiling.*
*BRRZZZ-BRRRZZZZ!* Fili, a little more used to the sound, just looked up at the ceiling. He wondered about the purpose of the metal track running along a portion of said ceiling, but the voice interrupted his thoughts.
*Good. his completes the Gymnastics portion of your Physical and Mental Wellness exercise.*
'That... did not prove anything!' Fili almost screamed in his head.
*There is a framed painting on the wall. Please go stand in front of it.* Fili looked around for a bit before finding a small painting on the wall hanging on the other side of his bed. Once he walked over to it, the voice started up again. *This is Art. You will hear a buzzer. When you hear the buzzer, stare at the art.*
*BRRRRZZZZ-BRRRRZZZZ!* Fili just stared at the small, painted scene of a lakeside mountain. He could hear a clicking sound somewhere around him, almost like a timer of some sort. When it finished, the voice returned.
*You should now feel mentally reinvigorated.*
'I don't!'
*If you feel that staring at art has not provided the required intellectual sustenance...*
'No, duh!'
*...reflect briefly on this Classical music.*
The sound of violins and a glockenspiel began pouring into the room, making Fili slap his head in utter frustration. He jumped again when the music was stopped by another buzzer.
*Good. Now please return to your bed.* The only problem with that statement was that Fili was not tired. Unfortunately, there was literally nothing else to do in his 'room'. The television wouldn't turn on, the drawers held nothing in them, and the door outside was locked tightly. With nothing else in mind, Fili sighed before shuffling over to his bed and laying down.
"Within the first two minutes I know you, I've decided I hate you," he grumbled at the ceiling before closing his eyes.
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*Go-zz-Morning! You have b-b-been in suspension for -9-9-9-9-9-9-9-9-9-*
*Knock-knock-knock*
"Hello! Is anybody in there?!" Fili jumped at the new voice, and grinned wide at recognizing it to be an almost perfect match. He ran to the door and threw it open, and yelled, "Bilbo!"
Or at least he tried to.
First off, he couldn't speak. It wasn't like he forgot how or his throat had been damaged... or maybe it was... but he just couldn't speak. At all. It's like his brain forgot how to make his vocal chords worked.
Secondly, that was not Bilbo at the door. Bilbo was a hobbit, with curly, orange hair and large, furred feet, and the constant smell of Old Toby about him.
The thing in front of him was... an orb.
"Fili!" said orb exclaimed. "Oh, thank Yavanna you're... well, you're not really alright, but... Well, anyways! A-are you... okay? No, don't answer that; I'm sure you're fine; plenty of time to recover-"
*Please prepare for Emergency Evacuation.*
"O-oh, okay, um, stay calm! Don't worry, I'll... um... I'll get us out of here! ...somehow..." 'Bilbo' was rolling along the metal track attached to the ceiling, where he then entered a sort of chamber above the room. "J-just stay calm, and don't move, and I'll get us out of here in a jiffy!" Just before he completely vanished, he had one last piece of advice.
"Oh, you might want to hang onto something, just in case I do this right."
Then the room started shaking.
Bilbo suddenly reappeared above him.
"According to my... database? Memories? I don't really know. All I know is that... um, most test subjects, do experience some, um, cognitive deterioration after a few months in suspension. Now, you've been under, for quite a lot longer, and it's not out of the question, that you might have a very minor case, of... serious brain damage. But don't be alarmed! Or, if, uh, you do feel alarmed, try to hold onto that feeling, because that is the proper reaction to being told that you've got brain damage!" Fili just stared up at Bilbo. "Do... uh, do you understand what I'm saying? At all? Is any of this getting through?" Fili quickly signed out a phrase in Iglishmek.
"'You... suck... at... giving... bad... news... Bilbo.' ...Well excuse me, have you ever had to tell someone they have brain damage! Why are you using Iglishmek, by the by?"
"Can't talk. Must be... 'long sleep'. 'Head injury'."
"Hmmm..." Bilbo hummed. "It'll be difficult to use terms made in an old world in a new one... Didn't Kili teach you some words he made up for Iglishmek?" Fili scoffed, and gave Bilbo a look that clearly said, 'Are you seriously asking me that question?' "Good point... it is Kili after all..." A loud siren began sounding all around them.
*All Reactor Core Safeguards are now non-functioning. Please prepare for Reactor Core meltdown.*
"Ooohhhh, that doesn't sound good..."
"You think?"
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"Okay! Almost there!" Bilbo called down.
"You're destroying, everything!" Fili signed, though Bilbo wasn't around to see it, so it was more like he said nothing at all. The walls around him were practically non-existent at this point, and Bilbo was moving the entire room through a maze of giant boxes. Directly in front of them was a giant brick wall.
"On the other side of that wall is one of the old 'Testing' tracks! There's a piece of equipment in there, that we're gonna need to get out of here! I-I think this is a docking station!"
'It says 'Docking Station' with arrows pointing below. Is he gonna set us down?'
Bilbo chose to ram the wall in question with the room.
"Good news: that is not a docking station! So, there's one mystery solved. Uh, I'm gonna attempt a, um, 'Manual Override'; could get a bit technical. Hold on."
*CR-BANG!*
"Almost there! Remember; you're looking for a gun that makes holes! ...Not bullet holes, bu- Don't worry, you'll figure it out! Seriously, do hold on."
*CR-SMASH!*
Fili nearly went flying through the newly-made hole in the wall, but was able to grab onto the bed to stop himself.
"There we go!" Fili looked up murderously to see Bilbo looking as smug as possible at his 'accomplishment'.
"I'm never letting you pilot anything ever again."
"Oh, come on! I wasn't that bad... was I?"
"You practically destroyed everything between where we started and where we are now."
"... I did, didn't I? I think I'm... having difficulties managing myself as a robot; can't tell which circuit makes me talk, and which one makes my eye pop out..."
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(Bilbo Loop #207; Kili Loop #51; Fili Loop #17)
It wasn't until the Misty Mountains that Bilbo realized something was different with another member of the Company.
As he reviewed his memories for this Loop (after Waking during the rainy trek in the mountains and falling off the side of the cliff before having to be rescued by Thorin again), he saw Fili and Kili being especially worried, since, being a rarer Loop, he Woke later than them.
But it wasn't just them.
He had noticed someone else acting slightly strange, and he was hoping his next little 'test' would prove whether they were Awake or not.
So, in the wee hours of the morning, when everybody else was sleeping and Thorin was 'sleeping', Bilbo quietly got up off his bedroll to go walk outside for a bit of fresh air... before he fell into the pits with Gollum.
"Where are ya goin'?" a voice 'whispered' behind him. He turned to see Bofur, who was on watch for now, look up at him worriedly.
This was where acting skills came in handy, which he earned after many Loops of playing the 'weak little Hobbit'.
"I-I'm going back to Rivendell," he actually whispered back.
"You can' just go!"
"You heard Thorin; I'm not cut out for this..."
"But we need you, Bilbo!"
Ah. That was what he had been waiting for.
"Oh really? And how, pray tell, am I supposed to be useful in Battle?" Bofur's eyebrows crinkled in confusion at the emphasized word.
"You... how could you know 'bout tha'?"
"You tell me; you're not supposed to know either."
Unfortunately, the goblins hiding in the mountain decided now was the best time to release the trap-door.
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Bofur groaned as he lay back heavily, clutching his head as though he had a headache. Bilbo sat in front of him, and Fili and Kili on both sides.
"This is jus'too much information, mate..." Kili patted his shoulder sympathetically from his place next to the dwarf.
"We had similar reactions when we woke up; it gets better with time, I promise." Bofur snorted out a laugh.
"Well, we got ourselves plenty of that, eh?" Fili laughed at this, shortly followed by Kili. "So, b'sides our memories, what else... 'Resets' with us?" Bilbo hummed in thought.
"Ummm... nothing really, save my skills with a blade. Oh, and languages!"
"Languages?"
"Yeah!" Kili nodded emphatically. "Bilbo knows Common, Sindarin, Khuzdul, Ancient Khuzdul, something called 'Hobbitish', Black Speech and Orkish, and that weird dialect of the Easterners-"
"Wait, y'know Black Speech and Orkish?!"
"Yes."
"B-but why?!" Bilbo smirked.
"It's just so fun to see the orc's stupid faces when I insult them in their own language. It's like they don't know whether to be shocked, offended, impressed, or amused!" Bofur snorted with laughter.
"Ha! That's a riot! So, then, what's Hobbitish?" Bilbo groaned in exasperation.
"It's not very pleasant... Tell me, do you know the phrase, 'If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all?'"
"Yeah..."
"Well, that pretty much serves as justification for the creation of Hobbitish."
"Y'mean... ya don't speak, but ya do?" Bilbo sighed in exasperation.
"It's like Iglishmek... but so very complicated that- I'm just going to stop right there, or this will get out of control."(1)
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Bilbo was running for dear life out of the cave his group was inhabiting. He heard calls behind him, asking him where he was going, but he didn't stop to acknowledge their yells.
He knew there were only three people on Middle Earth who could possibly help him.
He just had to wonder if there was another Bilbo with them.
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"You're..."
"I don't want to talk about it, Kili..." Bilbo grumbled.
"But you're-"
"Not. Talking." Thorin pushed himself to the head of the group.
"Well you should start talking! You came to us in surrender; what would stop us from killing you here and now?" Bilbo quirked an eyebrow.
"First off, that's no way to treat your prisoners. Secondly, I want to talk with your Halfling; that'll get you answers." Said hobbit stepped forward, trembling in his boots, and Bilbo took a moment to marvel at his reflection.
Well, if he weren't the way he is now, it would've been a reflection.
"W-w-why do you w-w-wish to speak t-to me?" his doppelganger asked with fear.
"You have no cause to fear, hobbit." He heard several snorts of derisiveness behind him, but he didn't pay them any mind. "I just want you to ask me a few questions." Bilbo, the poor soul he used to be, blinked with utter bewilderment at his request.
"U-ummm... w-w-what kind of q-questions?"
"Anything about you." By now, Bilbo #2 wasn't the only one absolutely confused by his wishes.
"Are- are you actually mad?!" Dwalin asked.
"I am of completely sane mind, thank you very much Master Dwalin!" If he was surprised Bilbo #1 knew his name, he didn't show it. Bilbo #2, on the other hand, decided he might as well give this a go.
"O-okay... ummm... what's my... favorite color?" he asked hesitantly. Bilbo #1 leveled him a look.
"Really? Out of all the inane details you could've asked me for... Never mind, it's brown. Not just brown-brown; you like brown that's dark like freshly-tilled earth" #2 furrowed his brow.
"Why?"
"It reminds you off Belladonna's favorite tea."
"...what was her favorite tea, then?"
"Jasmine."
"No, it was-"
"It was Jasmine tea for a decade or so after she had you, but then it changed to Darjeeling after she went on a trip to who-knows-where. Darjeeling was her favorite tea before the... the Fell Winter." If anyone caught #1's stumble in the sentence, they didn't react to it.
"T-then... um, what is my... favorite meal for Second Breakfast?"
"You usually have two scrambled eggs, served on Rye bread, toasted, and a plate of bacon and tomatoes on the side. And a cup of orange juice." The Bilbo giving questions seemed to have fallen into a state of shock, and began listing off inane questions that, honestly, none of the dwarves could understand the purpose of asking.
"Name ten titles in my library."
"What color is my bedroom walls?"
"What day do I go to market, and who do I usually buy from?"
"Who is Lobelia Sackville-Baggins to me?" Bilbo #1 groaned aloud
"She is the rudest Hobbit you have ever met, who is also quite keen on inheriting Bag End from you, and is, and I quote, 'A lousy, no-good-'"
"-orc-loving pile of horse dung, who-"
"-should never have been born, and is, quite honestly, one of the-"
"-rudest Hobbits on the face of the planet, and-"
"-quite consistently makes me wish to stab myself repeatedly with-"
"-all the knives in my kitchen, then the forks, then the spoons, before-"
"-finally bashing my own head in with my mother's rolling pin and dying-"
"-so that I may receive sweet release from her horrid company." Bilbo #2 shook his head in absolute shock as he finished with a whisper.
"Bilbo, I never knew you had such an... imaginative mind!" Kili stated jokingly as the rest of the Company stared at the, completely stunned.
"How?! There is no way anyone in Middle Earth would ever know such things!" #2 practically screamed. "Either you're reading my mind, or-"
"I am actually you." Bilbo #1 finished. "You, but reborn into this world and..." he shuddered with revulsion. "Well, as this." He gestured to his entire body.
"Impossible..." Thorin breathed.
"Um, no. Not really. Ask Kili."
"Leave me out of this!"
"Well how else do you expect me to convince the Company of Thorin Oakenshield to work with-"
"An orc..." Bilbo the hobbit breathed. "I-I'm... an orc."
He fainted, and Bilbo the orc sighed in exasperation.
"Someone help him up, please." Fili suddenly gave a start, and looked up at Orc Bilbo in shock.
"You never told me you'd switch species!"
"I'm as new to this as you are, Fili!" Bilbo snapped back. "You think I wanted to be a stupid orc?!"
"Well... I kinda expected you to be a goblin, to be honest."
Fili spent the next ten minutes running for dear life from a pissed-off orc Bilbo.
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It took several hours to explain things to the un-Awake and non-Looping members of the Company. And the second Bilbo of this Loop.
The two Bilbo's actually had a hard time looking at each other for a good while. Bilbo the orc was jealous of his doppelganger's luck to retain his form, and was also a little upset at his previous, spineless self.
The other Bilbo was simply uncomfortable with associating himself with an orc. He somehow assumed he did something bad, and was now cursed to be an orc.
It was rather tense between the two, and no one in the Company did anything to help.
Bofur, who had been idly carving out a wooden figurine while watching Bilbo the orc with distrusting eyes, suddenly sat up as though shocked.
"Brother? What's wrong?" Bombur asked worriedly as he stirred the pot over the fire.
"Bilbo!" Bofur cried worriedly. "You never told us you would-"
"I also had no idea this would happen!" Bilbo snarled, cutting the miner off. "I didn't think I'd turn into an orc of all things!" Bofur bit his lip ashamedly as he stared at the orc.
"S'not that... I just... thought you'd be a goblin, honestly."
Bilbo's scream of rage startled many birds out of their trees, chased off any predators and prey within a hundred-yard radius, and caused the poor hobbit of the group to faint dead away, again.
Holy shit... I finally got this done...
I'm sorry it took so long, but I've been... dealing with things since the last posting.
Nothing major, but I might have trouble getting each new chapter finished in the future, until things get better.
Anyways, A.N. Time:
(1): Shout-out to LullabyKnell for their amazingly hilarious fic, A Way Things Should Be. Inspired the little 'Hobbitish' scene a few loops ago.
I'd like to take a moment to thank MeddlingMeddows and DreamOfStories! These two have put up with my crazy rambling, and they've given me new ideas for the future!
In the meantime, I will be attempting to remove Bofur from the list. Whether or not this screws up the poll entirely is unknown, but I'll fix things if that does happen.
So far, Nori is next in line to join! If you don't like that, vote! You get three choices, and whichever is in the lead by the time I start writing their intro will be the dwarf for that chapter, and who knows how long that's going to take!
Until next time!
~Kage Musha
