56. Danger Ahead
In his defense, he hadn't really much option. Rushed out the door, contract in hand, by a most insistent wizard, dashing through a sluggish Hobbiton morning to the doors of the Green Dragon, there was really very little time for Bilbo to come to a cognizant decision.
What with the enchantment- but little of the unsettlement- of the previous night having dissipated with the morning sun, any (remaining) portion of him appealed to by the perils of adventure had all but vanished entirely. He knew exactly what he was doing: rushing down peaceful lanes and byways into danger ahead. In his defense, he hadn't really much option.
Perhaps it was better that way.
