Me: Sup. I'm back with another update! It's quickish... I know. I'm gonna be returning to other stories as well. It won't be great, but I can promise I will be doing this more. Reason-DEPRESSION.

Thorin: Either way, you readers better review for your Author. Demitri here is getting better, but it's resulting in more updates.

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Thorin stood up as Gandalf and Bilbo entered the room. "If this halfing is to be our burglar... he must know of the journey."

Bilbo cringed at the term, however Gandalf nodded and watched as Thorin pulled out a map.

Bilbo stepped closer, and looked at the map. "The lonely mountain..." He deciphered.

Thorin nodded.

Balin looked to him. " That my lad, is where we're headed."

Bilbo nodded. "Okay... So~ we're taking a mountain back... wait.. why is there a dragon on this map?"

One of the others piped up, "Oh. That would be a referance to Smaug, chief and greatest calamity of our time."

Bilbo looked to him frightened some, looking back over the map. "Okay... I take it the bloody thing is dead by now... right?"

Thorin shook his head. "There is the possibility... that he is either dead or alive. In case he is... We would like to hire you as our burglar."

Bilbo looked to him like he was nuts. "You'd need an expert to pull that off..."

"And are you?" One asked.

Bilbo looked to him. "Am I what?" he asked.

The group cheered and that same dwarf exclaimed, "He said he's an expert!"

Bilbo quickly tried to ammend the sentence and say he wasn't a burglar.

Gandalf got fed up with the commotion and raised his voice. "If I say BILBO BAGGINS is a burglar, than a burglar he is. Hobbits are remarkably light on thier feet. He has more to offer than he or you all could believe."

Everyone stared for a second before thorin looked to the hobbit.

"Balin, give him the contract." Thorin stated.

Balin did as told and Bilbo looked over the contract intensly.

Bilbo quitly muttered to himself about the liable death situations. Once he hit the rewaards he saw that it looked fair enough and handed it back.

Bilbo looked to all of them, and one spoke up, "You gonna sighn?"

Bilbo shook his head. "Unless you convince me why this is so important to you... I don't really want to leave."

The others looked around the table. Thorin sighed, before standing up.

Thorin looked to Bilbo, "This is important, because we're getting our kingdom back. We're reclaiming it from the dragon that stole it from us. Not for it's riches, but so my people have a home again."

Bilbo smiled. "Alright... I'll sighn... and if I end up dead, I will most certainly blame you for a very long time Gandalf."

The dwaves chuckled at his comment, and Thorin gave an irritated huff, but went along trying to be nice.

"Thank you... master burglar." Thorin said, and Bilbo blushed some.

Bilbo turned away. "It's fine. I'm happy to help you."

Thorin walked up, tense, and turned Bilbo around. "Good. I truly appreciate it... you ought to rest up before the journey."

Bilbo nodded and walked into his bedroom before closing the door.

Thorin sighed, and the others gave him a knowing look.

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After Bilbo was out of earshot, Fili and Kili walked over to thier uncle with knowing smirks. "I see you've finally found your one, uncle."

Thorin sighed. "I'm unsure of if he realizes it though. And I certaintly hope I didn't come across too... me."

Oin walked over and put a hand on his shoulder. "You did fine, however you might want to stop calling him halfling. He cringes every time you use it."

Thorin looked to him incredolously. "It's his race... Other than his name, what else could I use."

Gandalf stepped in amused, "Well..."

The dwarves jumped, momentarily forgetting his presense.

"You could use the term Hobbit, you know. Halfing is the racial slur, meaning half the size of full person, or that they are simply put just barly sentiant." Gandalf informed.

Thorin flinched as he recognized his mistake. He gave a small curse in Khudzul and sighed. "That... is something to rectify as soon as he wakes up."

Gandalf nodded. "It's not too common knowledge, so don't berate yourself too hard. Hobbits keep to themselves, so you couldn't have really known about the difference."

_Morning_

Bilbo awoke to knocking on his door. He groaned, and sat up.

"Yes?", he asked.

Gandalf chuckled, before opening the door. "It's time to start packing, dear friend."

Bilbo nodded, "Fine..." He got out of bed, and shut the door on Gandalf to change, and start packing.

Gandalf burst out laughing at Bilbos antics. Gandalf walked into the living room, and all the dwarves gave him a questioning look.

"Bilbo is most amusing in the mornings, I almost forgot it takes him a while to actuall wake up." Gandalf smiled.

The company held in thier snickers at the news.

"So, what happened this time?" Thorin asked, amusement clear in his voice.

"Bilbo groaned out a fine to waking up, before shutting the door in my face." Gandalf chuckled some.

Thorin gave a hearty laugh at the short story. It seemed his hobbit would be most amuising. 'wait... MY hobbit?' He questioned himself.

Bilbo came out a few inutes later fully dressed, and walked past every one just waving them as a goodmorning. " Im making food. Sit at the table, and I'll have something out in a bit."

Everyone held in thier laughs, and did as the tired Hobbit said.

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Bilbo had a wide spead of sweet potato pancakes, frech toast, omlets, poached salmon, toast with jams, and buscuits. All of the dwarves mouths were watering at the delicious spred, and watched as Bilbo sat down himself.

"Okay. Feel free to dig in, everything will get cold if we wait!" Bilbo said.

With that everyone grabbed a heaping helping of everything, Gandalf included. Everyone ate thier fill, and all the dwarves watched as bilbo ate a good 2 times what the others ate.

Bilbo noticed the stares and looked to them questioningly. "What?... are you all still hungry? Im sorry it's a light breakfast, but~ that as kinda most of my food."

Thorin looked to Bilbo a little agahst. "This is fine... besides how is this a light breakfast!?"

Bilbo chuckled, "We hobbits are notorious for our feasts. We generally have 9 meals a day, and the larger of us eat more than that."

Gandalf quickly decides to speak up again, "Hobbits have faster matabalisms than most crteatures, despite thier hight."

Thorin spoke up this time, "Are you sure you're ready for a long journey? We won't be having that much food on the road." He tried to cover up his worry but ended up sounding harsh.

Bilbo nodded, displeased. "I'm aware. I haven't really been eating a normal hobbit sceduole for a while. Not since I was a kid."

This being news to Gandalf makes him quietly hum to himself. Thorin carefully watched the interactions.

As breakfast was finished, Gandalf pulled Bilbo aside. "Bilbo..."

Bilbo looked away. "I'm fine Gandalf. just haven't had a large appatite since then."

Gandalf studdied him, "You are not alright, and you know it. What happened?"

"Look... gandalf... You know that my parents died just after... that. I just... It's..." Bilbo doesn't continue.

Gandalf nods, "I am aware, which is why Im asking. Are you alright?"

Bilbo nods. "I'll be fine... It's not like I've been too depressed..." Bilbo tries to laugh some.

Gandalf sighs, and holds his hand out. "Show me your arms, please?"

Bilbo gulps, but does as he says. Gandalf rolls up the sleeves, and shakes his head at the scars.

"It was a long time ago Gandalf. It's done..." Bilbo said.

Gandalf nodded. "Be aware that your actions have consequences... be careful with yourself. And get packing, wee'll be leaving in a bit."

Bilbo nodded smiling some to his old friend. The group os dwarves looked in on the scene quietly.

"What to clue me in on what that was?" thorin asked.

Gandalf sighed, "Bilbo has been... depressed before. Just after reaching adulthood his parents were killed by a pack of rouge wolves. Hobbits aren't known for fighting, and Bilbo sank into a sort of depression. I could only visit so often. Bilbo was very adventurous as a child and thus ignored by most hobbits, so he was very alone. Apparantly while I was away he resorted to cutting himself. "

Thorin was very shocked at the news, and sat down in a chair. It wasn't everyday you learned you one was so hurt. Thorin wanted to do so many things to rectify the situation.

"The only reason Im trusting you with this information is because Bilbo is your one. Treat him well, or I will be on your sorry ass for a very long time. He is a dear friend, and I promissed his mother I'd look after him." Gandalf stated.

Thorin nodded. "of course."

Bilbo came out of the room fully packed, with a smile. "So~ Who'se ready to be off?"

The company smiled, and cheered at the excitement.

They walked out of the shire and headed to Bree to pick up some ponies for thier adventure.

Me: hey guys This section is also done! So.. I'm going to update only when I have the next chapter done. That way I know I can update and not feel guilty for Abandoning it.

Thorin: *shakes head* Either way, please enjoy.

Bilbo: Thanks for reading another chapter, Demitri appresiates it!