It's late at night and despite what he told Gandalf he is going along. His hands falter as he packs his bag, the moment he heard him sing he knew, oh Yavanna he knew that Thorin was the one who featured in everyone of his dreams. Their first meeting hadn't gone well. He told that confounded Wizard no but did he listen? No! So instead of having a feast waiting guests he only had his dinner for the weary Dwarves that trudged up to his door. With a cringe he could admit he hadn't reacted the best way, fretting about as he did but those where the only thing he had left of his parents. When Gandalf had asked him when such material things started to matter to him he was so ready to snap that they became important to him when he watched his mother slowly waste away to nothing for twelve years, when his father... when... They just did. But he didn't. He let the Wizard have the illusion that his life is fine.

When the Rangers and the Gray Wizard fought back the wave of orcs and wolves that had invaded he had thought the Wizard would stop in and visit them, was looking forward to someone to help ease his mother's grief. But he didn't. He doesn't know what happened, won't know if Bilbo has a say in it. A small smile graces his lips. He's going to go on an adventure! An adventure that his mother always wanted to take him on, one with Dwarves and Wizards. He doesn't notice the tears drip down his face as he packs, his mother's soft melodic voice talking and her dark curly hair flashing at the edge of his vision, his father's deep alto voice cuts in at times always the Respectable Hobbit reminding him of things he has to do other than pack. He must write up two copies of his will, it's a Dangerous Adventure, and he must write letters. One to the Thain, one to Hamfast to share with Lobelia and one to Drogo should he come to inherit Bag End. With his pack is ready and set aside he sets to writing the letters and wills. Hamfast thankfully rises early and he can get him to sign the two wills as a Witness and also see that the letters are delivered.

His heart is light as he lays down for bed. The voices that matter most to him mixing. His mother's, his father's and his Hearts, Thorin's, all mixing together in a hodgepodge cacophony that sends him to sleep and slowly melting away to just Thorin singing. Low and mournful but still as beautiful as it first was. He rises with the sun and makes his way quietly outside, looking for his best friend and gardener. Hamfast is standing in the garden already at work, a relieved smile lights Bilbo's face and he hurries over. Dearest Hamfast with his kind smile and hidden pranks smiles at him.

"Why good morning Master Bilbo! Your out early," he calls as Bilbo gets closer.

"Good morning Hamfast. I have a request to make my friend," he speaks formally and Hamfast's kind smile dims a bit concern taking over. He listens attentively as Bilbo tells him as much as he can about the Adventure he is going on and what he needs his best friend to do. Part of him wants to meet the Dwarves who are going to be sweeping his best friend off to go on this mad Adventure, the other part however he is also happy that Bilbo is going on an Adventure, becoming more like the old Bilbo.

"Aye I can do that for you Master Bilbo... You do realize that Lobelia is going to move in and move all your stuff around just to show you how much she disagrees with what you doing right?"

Bilbo chuckles softly and nods his head.

"I imagine I going to be coming home to and empty smial with a 'treasure hunt' map."

"And all of your silverware missing."

"My mother's fine china hanging from her ceiling."

The two share a laugh before bidding each other goodbye. He needs to cook breakfast for the Dwarves and himself still. What a pleasant surprise it will be for them!