Great news I managed to get this new chapter out even quicker. This one just came to me so quickly that I felt I should get it written down and out for you guys.

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All seemed quite and uneventful in his Master's dwelling until Alfred heard an almighty crash. At first he ignored the commotion thinking it was probably just his Master falling out of bed again from overindulge in his favourite tipple.

But the moment he heard what sounded like a roar the assistant evaluated now was probably a good idea to discontinue his meal and investigate. If the bellowing was indeed coming from the Master calling for help. Than for his own sake it was not a wise choice to keep him waiting.

Grambling in frustration he pushed his plate forward and got up from his chair. Quickly leaned back in and grabbed another slice of bread before shoving it into his mouth and heading out the door.

Keeping up his steady pass he navigate his way down the numerous corridors towards his employers bed chamber. But was nearly knocked of his feet when he rounded a corner and another body slammed straight into him.

The other individual let out a startled scream in a mixture of fright and surprise. It took a moment for Alfred to regain his own composure but quickly recognised the person who crashed into him.

" I am so sorry Miss I did not see you coming around the corner." He stammered out as held his hands out in front of him defensively.

" Alfred thank heavens. I need to know where father is right now."

The assistant was taken about by the lack of annoyance he was expecting. Instead it was clear in the girls wide eyes and fretful demeanour she was for some reason in a clear panic. " The last place I saw him was in his chambers which is where I am heading to now." He motioned in the direction of the Master's bedroom.

" No I need you to go and get Braga." Hildegard snapped back at him causing Alfred to wince a little before then arching his brows in confusion.

" Braga what for?. Has that insufferable creature done something unspeakable." He could feel his inner hatred of the Hobbit begin to boil to the surface.

" Not at all. One of the Dwarves came crashing through my ceiling followed by an Orc. I need Braga and more guards to come just in case more follow."

Anger was instantly replaced by pure anxiety once it hit him what the girl just said. Having a Dwarf enter the mix was bad enough but it was a whole other board game knowing there was an Orc in the premises. They were all now in real mortal danger.

" What about the ones already hear?" he asked though secretly dreading to know the actual answer.

" The Orc is dead and the dwarf is still out cold on my floor." By now Hildegard was beginning to get fidgety again in her body movement. As Alfred watched her begin to pace back and fourth.

"Where is the Hobbit?"

" Still in my room. He is staying behind and using himself as a decoy just to be safe and instructed me to go and get help."

Finally the girl had snapped out of her chaotic strides and with new found determination looked back at Alfred.

"Look I do not have time to explain just go get Braga and bring him and his guards back here now."

Alfred met the girls stares with a gawking expression before to long replacing it was a look of focus and grit. " Right away miss you can count on me. Please go now and be safe with your father."

With neither muttering another word to each other. The assistant then watched as Hildegard rushed past him and towards the main Master bedroom. He waited until the girl was out of sight before sneering.

This Hobbit was now ultimately shown to be more trouble then it was worth. Not only was it a ginormous pain in his ass but now it was putting his job and livelihood at stake. If it manages to wake that Dwarf and make it known he was in fact still alive. Than it will be game over and he could kiss his cosy life goodbye.

It was a no brainer he had to get rid of it now. Once and for all.

Meanwhile Bilbo was back at Fili's side trying his best to coax him awake. The poor Hobbit could feel panic creep into his very soul as that commotion was literally loud enough to even wake the dead. Yet his friend still had not stirred which to him plagued his mind that something was badly wrong. He again quickly checked for a pulse just to make sure it was still there. Putting two fingers to the Dwarves neck once more like he did the first time when Hildegard vacated. But let out a sigh of relief when it was still felt under his fingertips.

" Come on Fili wake up for me kid." He tried patting the prince on the face but still not even an eyelash flickered.

The Hobbit dropped his head to his chest and for the moment as he felt a twinge of defeat. He then huffed out a puff of air and turned his attention back to Fili's head wound which by now had stopped bleeding and was crusting over.

From deep within his chest he could feel the steady bubbling of despair engrossing him. His friend was in such a comatose state that in truth the overwhelming sense of the prince never waking up again. Overshadowed the fact that he again might never escape. Freedom seemed so close and yet so far but to him right now all that mattered was Fili. If indeed another assault by more Orcs came there was no way he could take them all on. He was just one Hobbit and an incapacitated one at that. Originally he got lucky but luck had a terrible way of being in short supply.

Bilbo could not help a single tear roll down his face. He indeed felt so broken and helpless that he honestly did not know what to do. Taking his sleeve he proceeded to wipe his dripping nose and wetted face against the material.

Then as if out of no where a sudden idea burst into his mind and pulled Bilbo out of moment of despair. It was by far a huge long shot but it was worth a try. He immediately scanned the area around him looking for the object in question. Before spotting it not to far away from the Orcs corpse.

If he could get to the smelling salts bottle and hope to Valar not all the content had spilled out. Than maybe he could use it to beckon the Dwarf prince awake.

In spite of Bilbo's entire body protesting to his movements he slowly staggered to his feet. Though nearly tumbling back over as his injured foot struggled to take his weight. Yet he persisted and moved across the room towards the vial. He then landed on his knees with a hiss when the length of the chain had reached it's limit. He jostled with the binding a little to see if there was any possibility it will give him some more slack. Before then turning back to look at the object.

Not giving up the Hobbit then proceeded to lower his body until his side was flat against the floor then reach out with his good foot. He stretched even further when his toe brushed against the smooth surface. Ignoring the pain and the fact the cuffs where now cutting into his wrists. But if that was only price he had to pay than it was well worth it.

In all honestly the Master was not expecting such a rude awakening. Especially when he had just indulged in a skinful and was enjoying the movement to sleep it off. It was all blissful, quiet heaven until he was unconditionally brought out of his slumber by the arrival of his daughter. Slamming the door wide open and screaming at the top of her lungs. He could hear the ringing in his ears from the sudden onslaught of noise but quickly composed himself before addressing his obvious restive child.

" My dear whatever is the matter?" He could tell that the girl was extremely worked up and flustered for reasons he still was not quite sure

" An Orc daddy there is an Orc in my bedroom." By now Hildegard had closed the distance between herself and her father. And was pulling harshly at his quilt to try and coax him from his bed.

Regardless the Master gave his daughter an irritated glare and went into wrestling back the cover over himself. He seriously was not in the mood for such childish antics. Not whilst his screaming head sent such deep pounding pulsations behind his eyes. Though he still maintained a calm composure. "Last time I check sweet pea the only other creature in your room was a Hobbit...You must of just been having a nightmare."

" NO!..." Hildegard wailed back so loud that it took the larger man by surprise and again reignited the ringing in his ears. "There is an Orc in my room. It crashed through my ceiling whilst chasing down a Dwarf."

This time reality seemed sink in as a sudden surge of dread seep into his chest. "Wait what? A literal Dwarf and Orc are in...Right now?"

" Do I have to keep repeating myself, YES a real live Dwarf and Orc are still in there this very second."

"And the Halfling?" Now sitting up more alert with panick dripping from his voice.

" Still attached to the wall. He killed the Orc and then told me to go and get help. I ran into Alfred on the way here and I told him to retrieve Braga."

The man noticed when addressing about the Hobbit there seemed to be a slight sense of pride in her tone. As though she was proud of the Halfling's action in such a dire situation. It began to plague on the Master's mind how such a tiny defenceless creature could take on such a mighty foe and win. Yet the other major issue at hand then immediately suppressed his need to question his daughter more about the Hobbit and move on swiftly.

" But what of the Dwarf does he know of the Hobbit?"

By now Hildegard had moved and placed herself at the end of her father's bed. Deciding that the main reason she came was to inform her him and to stay put until it was safe. Unsurprisingly her dad will have many more questions that he will want answers too. So she decided the best thing was to get comfortable and fill him in with the details.

"It fell unconscious after it hit his head of my bed post. Didn't even stir despite all the noise which leads me to think it also might be dead by now."

Bilbo could feel himself growing ever increasingly more frustrated with himself. A few times he had managed to divert the bottle a little closer to him. Before accidentally kicking it slightly away when he got to excited. He could not help but to mentally scold himself but despite of these setback carried on.

He again felt his heart jump into his throat when his toe licked the vial and with steady determination and precision. Managing to entrap the neck of the object between his two largest toes and slowly pull it up towards him. Unfortunately the Hobbit did not notice the new individual that crept silently into the room. And stood merely a couple of feet away from him.

Bilbo only reacted once he heard a loud clearing of the throat and swiftly turned his head to the source. His eyes and mouth went wide in pure horror when he instantly recognised them. Feeling the pit of his stomach dropped as his whole body then began quivering which sheer velocity. It did not go unnoticed by the individual.

Alfred couldn't help but smirk at how powerful he felt in this moment. As he could see such terror radiate from the Halfling. It gave him so much pleasure to witness. " Well it definitely sounds like you have had an eventful evening so far."

Bilbo forcefully gulped as he tried to hurriedly suppress his fear." Well not in my mind what I would call a joyful time. But you could say eventful."

" I can imagine." He clasped his hands behind his back before then curiously looking at the vial still encased between Bilbo's toes

" Looks as if I am interrupting something here may I inquire the significance of that bottle you are trying to get."

Panic once again wrapped around the Hobbit noticing indeed he still had his foot around the object. Thinking on the spot he swiftly came up with the first excuse that popped into his head.

" No importance honestly I was just trying to get it because I am sick of not being able to breathe through my nose." He tried to make himself sound as convincing as possible. But still Alfred raised a quizzing brow.

" Oh so not to awaken a slumbering Dwarf then?"

" No as you can see not even an Orc managed to wake him so I highly doubt a sent bottle will." The Hobbit motioned towards his still unresponsive friend. He held onto the silent glare for a few more seconds. Praying beyond hope that the assistant was being convinced by his story. Yet the unblinking and emotionless stare back was proving that was not the case. It was then that Bilbo accepted defeat and broke off.

" Look I do not care about myself but please he is in a bad way and needs medical attention. I need your help, I am begging you."

" I am sure you do but right now you will soon be begging me for a whole other reason." Alfred watched as a wave of confusion ignited on the smaller beings feature and looked directly at him again.

" What are you talking about?"

It was at that moment the black haired man lost his amused expression and replaced it with a scowl. " Your presence here is officially jeopardizing my Master and more importantly me. So now Hobbit the cute playtime is over and I am now taking matters into my own hand."

It then hit Bilbo what Alfred was suggesting and immediately sat up from his place on the ground. Feeling the desperate urge to bolt yet knowing with his bindings still fixed there was no way he could escape. Instead the voice in the back of his head kept telling him to remain strong. Christ he had not long ago taken on a 7ft tall Orc!

He was not going to show this slimey little man the satisfaction in seeing him cower. " You will be making the biggest mistake of your life if you go down that root."

" An empty threat with no substance. How do you honestly think I have held this position for so long?" Alfred chuckled.

" I doubt it is because of your looks."

The insult instantly made the cocky smile from the man drop and come barrelling towards the defenceless Hobbit. He did not have time to react or move away as the ball of Alfred's wrist made contact with his jaw. Knocking out not just him but also his wisdom tooth and molar. The enraged assistant glared down out the un moving Hobbit through the red mist in front of his vision. His breathing deep and teeth clench so much so that he could almost feel them cracking under the tension. But right now he did not care, he had more important things at hand.

The man then went to work finding the key that unlocked Bilbo to the wall. Scrounging in every possible place Hildegard could of stored it when to his relief finally locating it in her bedside draw. He swiftly grabbed it and went back over to the small creature and undid the chain. Though deciding to still keep the cuffs around his wrists on for good measure.

Once he was free Alfred quickly removed his jacket and wrapped it around the Halfling securely to hide it from view. He knew that with what needs to be done it was best to take it somewhere else and finish the job at another location. One of which he had already firmly decided upon.

Alfred then not so gently picked up his cargo and made a break for the door. He gave himself a mental pat on the back as he truly believed everything was going to plan. Yet when a new threatening voice appeared, his moment of triumph was instantly shattered.

" If you take one step out of that door with the Hobbit, you are dead."

There we go

So I'm not going to lie my hatred for Alfred is growing lol.

He has ended up being more of a villain than in initially intended but I think it is working well.

Anyway I hope you like it and Thankyou again for all your support :D