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Radagast quivers, his mind racing over everything that he has to tell Gandalf, to tell Olorin or whatever his dear friend is going by now. But that goes straight out of his mind when he spot his Lady. Oh sure now she isn't in the body of a woman but there is no mistaking the ways the tree lean into her, how the grass reaches up and the glow that surrounds her. How Olorin doesn't see it is beyond him. Of course the Dwarrows surrounding his Lady start to laugh, especially the one with a hat like his.
"I beg your pardon! I am Bilbo Baggins and I am not a Lady!" the Hobbit squeaks, and Radagast smiles glad he is still able to draw that sound from his Lady Yavanna. Then he notices the fierce glower that the very furry Dwarf gives him, so alike to the one that Aule gave him. So at least she.. er he… is not alone.
"Why is it not safe?" Gandalf asks him drawing his sight away from Yav… Bilbo. Oh this is going to get confusing for his poor mind. With trembling hands he drags Gandalf away to talk to him
Bilbo watches the crazy Wizard walk away. Very fine Wizard indeed if he cannot tell the gender of a Hobbit! It didn't help that the trees were giggling and cooing at the Wizard. It startles him a little bit when the trees begin to whisper the conversation that the two Wizards are saying, giant spiders and a Necromancer.
"If you were a lady you'd be a very gorgeous lady," Frerin speaks behind him startling Bilbo a bit. The Hobbit huffs and crosses his arms.
"If my fine Hobbit. As it is your voice is like the sweetest ale to my ears."
Bilbo blushes but gives the blind Dwarf a look.
"Flirting so soon?"
"Of course. I don't need sight to tell you're a catch."
A wolf howling interrupts the retort Bilbo was going to give. He freezes his blood going cold as the howl brings back memories from darker times. Of howling wolves and screaming Hobbits. Of claws raking down his back and teeth biting his side. Of his father's last war it strikes him that it wasn't a wolves howl but a…
"Wargs," he breathes grabbing his sword. He backs into a sturdy back. It's not Frerin and when he hazards a look he sees it's Thorin. Of course that is when the warg chooses to leap out of the woods. He doesn't think just goes into the pose that he used to defend himself back then and he strikes. Two more wargs are taken down by the Dwarrows. Gandalf begins yelling at Thorin but Bilbo can't hear it. He's trapped in the past, though the screams of Hobbits are joined by the screaming of something else that he can't identify, his hands are shaking. A calloused hand grabs his and then they're off running.
"He's remembering!"
"Oh that isn't good…."
"Hey who put down the bet for Galadriel gives Olorin disappointed looks and give cryptic remarks before locking Yavanna and Aule somewhere for a few hours?"
"Who cares about that! They're holding hands! Look at that, they are holding hands!"
"Calm down Este."
