Look! A wild chapter appears!Catch (Read) it before it disappears!
Haha, I'm just kidding. This won't disappear. The reason I'm doing this is 'cause I became a godmother around a week ago and that night we went out to eat. Me and my sibs kept joking like "A wild Papa appears" and stuff like that because we were talking about Pokemon Go. I remember saying, "The egg has hatched into a baby Kate!" I was a bit high (read: energized) on coke (the soft drink, not drugs; I don't do them).
(Cause Kate was just like ten days old when she was baptized a week ago and I didn't even get a chance to meet her till the actual baptism.)
Ah, being a godmother sounds so exciting, especially since I'll most likely see her most of her childhood! Unlike me and my twenty godparents. (Yup, I have that many; seems to be a thing here)
I'm just posting this (even if it's only been like two days since I've updated) since I've got nothing better to do even though I have to study for my exams. Yup, it's exams. Who has them this time of year too?
Leona2016: Thanks for the review and for the encouragement! I have to agree that vacation is a must. I also have to say, you're my favorite reviewer, though that's probably because you're the one who regularly reviews.
Speaking about reviews, I don't really mind the lack of them. I'll take what I get.The last part is up to you to decide. I'll update, maybe, around next week. I'll try. Wish me luck for my exams; I'll need them.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Hobbit. If I did, the Company will most likely tote me around (since I'm most likely not that much taller than them...)
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I.
"Excuse me! What are you doing in my house?!" Bilbo yelled, stamping her perfectly wonderful properproper Hobbit foot, losing her temper finally. Damn proper Hobbit manners! They just fell on her and Gandalf was not helping with his counting of the bloody dwarves!
The clamor, save the ones coming from her dining room, stopped. Her unwanted guests turned to look at her, even the Grey Wizard had stopped counting to look at the only female in the house. It was slightly unnerving, in her opinion and she sure anyone in her position would agree.
"We are here fer a quest, lassie," a dwarf with a ridiculous-looking hat spoke up, a goofy grin on his face as he winked at her. At that, everyone went back to greeting, mishandling her furniture, and counting (in the Grey Wizard's perspective anyway).
The Lady of Bag-End just stared, flabbergasted at the group of invading dwarves. She was going to throw a tantrum at this point (manners and propriety can go hang themselves!) until she received a proper explanation when the floor gave out.
Well, actually, it didnt; the Hobbitess was lifted into a pair of strong arms. She gasped, wriggling instantly.
"Let go of me!"
"When we get out of Mister Dwalin's way, sure!" the voice of one of the younger dwarves (Kíli, if her memory was correct and not jumbled by the sudden onslaught of dwarves) laughed into her back.
"This is not proper! Not at all!"
The miscreant's brother laughed as he passed by, carrying a barrel of ale she recognized from one of her pantries. "Carefully, Kee, the lass seems to be a spitfire!"
"This is undignified, Master Dwarf!"
The brunet just laughed, "Soon, Miss Boggins!"
"That's not my name!"
II.
Bilbo winced as she gingerly stretched her foot, glaring at Tom while she was doing so. The horrid creatures used her as a handkerchief, chased her around before and during the dwarf-troll free for all battle, and then useused her as a hostage in said battle!
Bert had let Tom handle the Hobbitess to help Bill tie up the struggling and cursing dwarves. After that, Tom had let Bilbo go, obviously not caring what would happen.
Normally, Hobbit feet were quite sturdy and they rarely ever sprain or break, but at such an unnatural height (to a Hobbit, of course) and in landing in such an awkward way, even Bilbo's feet gave out.
The Hobbitess endured the pain as she was wide into a smelly, dirty sack (have they ever heard of washing Perhaps not; they were trolls), waited for the rest of the night, worrying about their fate, only to save the Company with her wit and quick talking while Gandalf killed the trolls with the sun. And now, here she was, glaring at the stone troll while holding her pained foot.
"Aah!"
Bilbo was too preoccupied to notice one of the Company approaching her. It wasn't until add he was lifted from her seat on the ground did she realize Bofur was holding her.
"Bofur, put me down this instant!" The Baggins yelped almost immediately, hitting his (naked, hairy, oh so close to her face) chest. The dwarf just laughed, chest hair tickling her cheek and neck. The only lady in the ragtag group could feel her cheeks reddening.
"When we reach Oin, Miss Bilbo."
"Now, please! I can walk just fine! I just need a moment!"
"Let's hear Oin's verdict first, lassie!"
"Bofur!"
III.
Bilbo could practically hear her heart thumping loudly as she panted behind the large rock formation that was covering her and her companions from discovery (and their possible deaths). She idly wondered if the wargs and their riders could hear her heartbeat when said warg and orc slammed themselves in front of her from above. Her companions tried to silence it ad it screeched angrily in pain. Then they were running again.
One moment, her feet were firmly on the ground, slapping the earth, the next she found herself hauled onto a shoulder, metal and fur digging into her stomach as well as the undeniable firm muscle. Her hands found purchase in the bald head of her ride and his back.
(She was glad that Dwalin didn't have his axes strapped onto his back. She wouldn't survive that without getting impaled by the war axes.)
"Dwalin! I can run!" the woman yelled, watching in horror as the wargs and orcs came closer to the Company (she idly wondered at Bombur's speed as the heavyset dwarf raced past her and the warrior).
"Yer too slow, lass!" Was her only reply when she was tossed into the hole Gandalf came out of and was currently shouting at them to hurry inside. Darkness consumed her vision as noises of clashing weapons and whines of pain filled her ears.
IV.
The only female member grinned down at her family from her perch on the skin-changer's shoulder. They just grumbled and raised eyebrows at her. Fíli and Kíli were pouting rather cutely in their corner (they reminded her of puppies, but if she ever relayed that thought, the brothers would scowl and pout some more).
Normally Bilbo didn't like being carried in any way, shape, or form. But, she rarely ever got to be taller than anyone in these parts nowadays (not that she was overly tall in the Shire) and Bilbo was willing to sacrifice a bit of her pride and dignity in order to tower over her companions (Beorn was still taller).
(Though, she was just as ready to be, uh, dwarfed over again by her family if Beorn called her a (cute little bunny' one more time.)
V.
"And now I pronounce you –"
Bilbo didn't get to hear Gandalf's closing words of the ceremony as she was swept up into her new husband's arms and was passionately kissed full on the lips. She reciprocated it.
The two newlyweds ignored the crowd of cheering dwarves and hobbits as he carried Bilbo out of the room and into their own.
(At least they didn't have to worry about being stopped. Everyone in the Mountain knew who the couple were.)
They have been waiting for this moment for months as they were kept apart aside from a few touches for propriety and managing the wedding in spring and waiting for their families (mainly Bilbo's) to arrive.
No one was going to stop them. Not now.
"You know, I still hate being carried around," Bilbo whispered against her spouse's beard, catching her breath.
He just laughed, "Get used to it, my One. I will carry you everyday like this if you will allow me."
"And I suppose you will still do it even without my permission?" The Hobbitess grinned.
He smirked, "You know me so well, my love."
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Bilbo hummed under her breath, carefully handling the bundles in her arms, smiling at the two sleeping faces. Her husband of seven months was sitting on their bed, holding another bundle and cooing at it.
"They will look so much like their father in the future, I just know it," Bilbo sighed in happiness, laughing quietly as on of the boys gurgled and blew out spit bubbles in his sleep.
"Aye, but they have their mother's hair and complexion, not to mention their temper, do they not?" Her spouse nuzzled her face after a moment of contentment.
"Come one, now. Stop leaning on me; I can't carry you all," the Hobbitess chided in a mocking tone. He just chuckled against her neck.
The family stayed like that for a while, Bilbo carrying her twin boys and her One carrying the boys' fraternal sister while leaning against her gently.
...Until he whispered, "Do you want to make more?"
Bilbo shrieked, kicking his shins in retribution for breaking the peaceful silence as the triplets woke up and screamed.
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Shadow: Poor Bilbo, always getting carried around. I bet it's annoying. Not that I'll ever know, I never been carried for more than a few seconds past the age of ten.
Bilbo: *grits teeth* Yes, it is, Shadow.
Shadow: Now, now, don't get so testy. So, who do you think is your One in the last part?
Bilbo: Er, you didn't mention it? Or are you having memory problems?
Shadow: I still remember my name, so no, I don't have memory problems. The only problem I have is passing the test tomorrow and finishing my project.
Bilbo: Then go study! That's your Periodical Exam! It's about 20% of your grading! *Shoves Shadow to the door*
Shadow: OK, OK, I'm going. Sheesh. Just let me post this.Bilbo: Go!