When Bilbo Baggins sat down for dinner that night he was not suspecting that 13 dwaves and Gandalf would come bustling in and emptying out his pantry as if they owned the place, not at all. But they did and it happened. Dear me, if any off the Sackville-Bagginses had seen that, what a fright it would've been.
No he did not want to disappoint the dwarves, so he let them pillage his pantry, stack and clean his dishes, sing such a solemn hym infront of his fire place, but no, he could not turn down the Tookish side of him which was drawn to the haunting sapphire blue eyes that glanced at him in utter annoyance.
Bilbo Baggins of BagEnd promised to himself that he would not let anything, anything, stop him from helping the dwarves reclaim their homeland.
Then, the next morning he ran out off his door, down the footpaths and over fence off onto and adventure.
"I signed it!" He exclaimed, waving the contract like a banner, receiving heartful pats on the back, before passing the banner to Balin, who checked it once over and annouced to the company.
"It seems that everything is in order."
"Give him a pony!" Thorin ordered gruffly.
Bilbo was quite horrified, and began protesting.
"Arhh." He was lifted onto a pony by the scruff of his shoulders by Fili and Kili, who rode beside him.
"Wait! I forgot my handkerchief." He gasped.
Then he took note of the look of disbelief on Thorin's face and shrunk back.
Bofur tossed him a rag and they continued on.
Bilbo couldn't sleep, Gloin's snoring was keeping him awake.
Getting up, quietly he made his way over to the ponies, Myrtle to be exact.
"Here you go Myrtle. This is between you and me, our little secret." He whispered.
A sharp peircing yowl broke through the silence and Bilbo practically pranced towards Fili and Kili, who were on watch.
"What was that?" He asked fearfully, eyes wide
"Orcs." Kili said carelessly, taking note off the terrified expression on the little hobbits face.
"Orcs?!" He repeated at a much higher pitch, causing Thorin to stir from a light sleep next to the group.
Thorin sat up and listened closely to the conversation that his nephews were having with the hobbit.
"There'll be dozens of them out there."
"Aye, the lowlands are crawling with them." Fili joined in as Bilbo's eyes grew wider.
"The come in the middle of the night, quick and quiet, no screams just blood." Kili said, lifting his pipe to his lips.
As Bilbo looked around the company fearfully, Kili and Fili turned their heads to hide their snickers and smiles.
"You think that its funny? You think a night raid by orcs is a joke!" Thorin scolded, his tone harsh and expression solemn.
"We didn't mean anything by it." Kili said softly, head falling in shame.
"No you didn't, you know nothing off the world." Thorin chastised gruffly.
He walked off to the ponies, staring over the trees.
"Don't mind him laddie, Thorin just has more cause to hate Orcs." Balin said from next to the four.
"After the dragon attacked Erebor, Thrain, Thorin's father, tried to reclaim the Ancient Dwarf Kingdom of Moria, but our enemy had gotten there first. Moria was taken, by legions of orcs, led by the leader of their race, Azog the Defiler, The Pale Orc. Azog had sworn to cut off the line off Durin, he began by beheading the king."
Thorin stood unwavered at the edge of the outcrop as Balin told of The Battle of Moria.
"We were leaderless, death was upon us, that's when I saw him, a young dwarf prince facing down the giant Gundabarg Orc, his armour rent, wearing nothing but and Oaken branch as a shield."
Most of the company was awake now, staring at Thorin in awe, and respect.
"And that is when I thought to myself, there is one I could follow, there is one I could call, king." Thorin turned and noticed as the entire company stood before him with respect, with loyalty, with honour and wiling heart.
Thorin walked back through the crowd and back to his place on the protruding next to the fire.
"And the Pale Orc, what happened to him?" Bilbo asked, slightly more relaxed but still worried.
"That filth!" Thorin spat. "Slunk back into the hole whence he came, he died of his wounds long ago."
Balin and Gandalf shared a look and Fili and Kili did not miss to catch it as their hobbit looked at Thorin, awe in his eyes, his eyes promising to help him.
Sleep was far away that night, as Bilbo Baggins replayed everything that had happened in his head since dinner with the dwarves, to this very moment.
"Loyalty, honour and willing heart." He heard Thorin say back in his hobbit hole.
'Willing heart indeed Thorin Oakenshield.' He thought to himself. 'Willing heart indeed.'
