Fandral's pov
I stumbled as my memories as my memories of my life as Frerin came back. I knocked into a side table and steadied myself. Bilbo fluttered around him worried. "Fandral are you alright?" she asked as her voice got higher pitched. Nodding weakly I turned to Thorin my brother! "Sorry bout that, I don't do that usually. I'm Fandral son of Soran." I continued to freak out in my head.
Thorin gave me a once over before turning to Bilbo. He looked very unimpressed with her, "Gandalf, this is supposed to be the burglar? She looks more like a grocer or a milkmaid than a burglar." Both Bilbo and I gained cross looks. Oi! You may be my brother but who gave you the right to talk to Bilbo like that, I thought dispelling my panic.
Bilbo snapped, "Excuse me, but for the past five years I've been learning how to fight under Fandral. So don't you dare underestimate me you annoying son of an orc!" I grinned manically at her. Finally! Some back bone! Looking over at Thorin, it seems like he gained a bit of respect for her. Feeling eyes on me, I turned to see Gandalf staring at me with a strange look in his eyes. Crap, I thought, he's suspicious.
Gandalf cleared his throat, "Well now, why don't we move this into dining room with the others?" We all calmed down.
"So WHY are you in my/her home," asked Bilbo and I simultaneously. Please tell me that their not going to do what I think they will, I pleaded mentally. I was not comforted by the look on Thorin's face.
Thorin bluntly told us, "We need a burglar to steal something from a dragon in order to get back our mountain." ARE YOU FREAKING SERIOUS I yelled in my head. "It's very valuable and if we get take it from the dragon the other dwarves will rally and help us."
They proceeded to give Bilbo the contract. Her eyes got wider and wider as she read it. "Funeral arrangements, incineration," she squeaked out.
"Think furnace with wings," Bofur pointed out to her. Bilbo's eyes got exceptionally wide, then fainted.
A few minutes later she woke up and talked to Gandalf. He tried to convince her to come, bringing up her mothers' adventuring. She refused however, but I saw the spark in her eye. I smiled thinking to myself, now all we need is a little push.
My brother and the others slowly gathered to sing Misty Mountains. Giving Bilbo a glance I saw that she was going with us. Helloo little push, I thought gleefully.
*Next Morning*
I woke up and saw I was still in the chair I sat in last night. Looking up I saw Bilbo standing in the middle of the room. I spoke up, "Hey Bilbo if we hurry we can still catch up with them." She spun over to me and looked at my eyes and grinned.
We raced out the door with the contract flying behind her in her hand. Thorin you better survive this journey, I thought. Another hobbit loudly asked where we were going. Bilbo yelled back, "We're going on an adventure!"