Authoress Note: Welcome to Chapter 6 of For What It Is. Thank you to those who have left reviews. It does mean a lot to me that you guys are enjoying this story. I hope that you guys continue to enjoy the story. I'm trying my best to add Tony into this story, though it is a bit hard on trying to write it since I'm trying my best to write as many chapters as I can. I hope that you guys enjoy this next part. Without further ado Chapter 6. ENJOY!
Chapter 6
Bilbo sat on his chair holding a mug of tea in his hands while he was talking to Gandalf.
Tony sat next to the window with her lips pursed together as she looked out at the darkness.
"I'll be alright, let me just sit quietly for a moment," Bilbo said softly, taking a breath through his nose.
"You've been sitting quietly for far too long. Tell me; when did doilies and your mother's dishes become so important to you? I remember a young Hobbit who always was running off in search of elves and the woods, who'd stay out late, come home after dark, trailing mud and twigs and fireflies. A young Hobbit who would have liked nothing better than to find out what was beyond the borders of the Shire. The world is not in your books and maps; it's out there." Gandalf said letting out a breath unsure of why Bilbo was like this now.
"I can't just go running off into the blue. I am a Baggins, of Bag End."
"You are also a Took. Did you know that your great-great-great-great-uncle, Bullroarer Took, was so large he could ride a real horse?"
"Yes."
"Well, he could. In the Battle of Green Fields, he charged the goblin ranks. He swung his club so hard it knocked the Goblin King's head clean off, and it sailed a hundred yards through the air and went down a rabbit hole. And thus the battle was won, and the game of Golf invented at the same time."
"I do believe you made that up," Bilbo said, taking a breath through his nose.
"Well, all good stories deserve embellishment. You'll have a tale or two to tell of your own when you come back."
"Can you promise that I will come back?"
"No. And if you do, you will not be the same."
"That's what I thought. Sorry, Gandalf, I can't sign this. You've got the wrong Hobbit." Bilbo got up and walked away down the hall.
Gandalf let out a breath.
"You can't expect him to come when he's worried about his life," Tony said not moving her attention from the window.
Gandalf looked over at the young woman. "And you are willing?" He questioned his gray brows furrowing.
Tony turned to look at Gandalf and shrugged her shoulders. "I'm lost in this world. Have no way back to my own. I have a feeling that yes my family may mourn my loss, but they're not here to care. So if I risk myself then that's what I will do." She let out a breath. "Honestly, it's not like I have something waiting for me back at home. So I'm here to help."
The dwarves began to gather in Bilbo's living room, smoking on their pipes by the fire. They began to hum softly, soon Thorin began to sing while the others joined in with their king.
Gandalf and Tony listened from nearby.
"Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To find our long-forgotten gold
The pines were roaring on the height
The winds were moaning in the night
The fire was red, it flaming spread
The trees like torches blazed with light"
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This is the end of Chapter 6. I hope that you guys enjoyed this. I do apologize if this chapter is a tad bit short, but I thought that this was a good point to end this chapter at. Please leave a review and let me know what you think. I'll try to update as soon as I can. Until next time.