New chapter! So, here's what I think Bilbo was thinking when he ran out his door. Just a little warning, I might never finish this story. I'm not even going to describe the entire adventure, I'm just going to write snippets where Bilbo had to deal with his "Problem".

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- Chapter Four: I'm going on an adventure! -

Bilbo awoke when the sunlight hit his eye. He sighed softly and stretched, not wanting to get out of bed just yet. As he gradually left his sleepy state, he remembered the last night's event and he frowned when he noticed just how quiet his smial was. What were the dwarves doing? Were they even still here? He opened his eyes and got out of his bed, trying to smoothe out the wrinkles in his clothes. He quietly exited his room and peeked down the hallway. Spotting no one, he continued walking around, looking for traces of the dwarves. When he found nothing, he wondered if perhaps it had all been a crazy dream but his empty pantry confirmed the events if the previous nights.

-'Hello?..' He called out softly, but got no reply.

When he arrived in his main room, he was elated to see that the dwarves were all good and gone! Skipping a step, he chuckled in relief as he watched contently his lovely smial. A few moments passed, and that was when he realised things were a bit too quiet. After the loud evening he had had, being alone once again inside his big home was a shock. He clenched his fist as he was remembered of the first few months after his parents passing. The silence was oppressive and only highlighted the absence of company. "Get a grip, Bilbo! It's not the first time you've felt lonely!" He berated himself. A small treacherous part of him argued that it didn't make it any easier, though. He closed his eyes and willed himself to simply forget about everything and get on with his day.

As he was about to do just that, he noticed something resting on the small table he had near his sofa and his eyes widened when he saw the contract the dwarves had given his just last night. The first thing he intended to do was take it and throw it away, but for some reason, he felt sad at the idea. This was the only proof of the one interesting thing that had happened to him nearly two decades (Well, except his empty pantry, but that would be fixed by the end of the day.) and it would be a shame to just dispose of it. "Maybe I could just stash it with my mother's things as a souvenir. Or perhaps put it in a nice frame. After all, how many hobbits can brag about having been invited to join a king on a noble quest?" He pondered. The annoying part of his mind made itself known again by asking him what there was to brag about since he didn't even sign the damn thing. "I could sign it and pretend I went on an adventure. If anyone asks, I'll make something up. I am an excellent story teller." But that would be lying and his father taught him better than that. "Well, it's not as if anyone came around often. No one will notice it and I could simply have fun imagining what this adventure would've been like, if I had joined." But it would be rather sad to simply imagine everything when he had the opportunity to see for himself. He had the chance to finally make something out of his life, right there, at arms lenght. He was in his prime, and he had barely left his house in 20 years. Was he really going to let the rest of his life waste away? To spend the years he had left in a monotone, daily life with only his books, the grief of his parents' passing and regret over what could've been?

Bilbo's eyes went down the contract to see the two signatures, and the empty spot where his own writing should rest. "This is ridiculous! I'm a proper hobbit. A Baggins of Bag End. I'll get on with my day and forget this entire disaster ever happened!"

But as he told himself that, he sprinted back to his room, stuffed his leather bag with change of clothes, a small bedroll, maps, books, a few things to snack on during the trip and a few bathing products. He then changed into brown suspenders, green petticoat and and red coat. Shoving his bag onto his shoulder, he grabbed a quill, hurriedly signed the contract and ran out the door, grabbing his key on the way. He sprinted through the fields of the Shire, the half-rolled contract floating behind him as he jumped over fences and skipped around other hobbits, who looked at him as if he were crazy. And truthfully, he felt quite like it. But at the same time, he had never felt so good! His heart beated faster than ever as his legs carried him further and further. He had never felt so alive! As he ran down the road, he spotted his gardener, Hamfast Gamgee, who had also noticed him.

-'Mr. Bilbo? Where are you going?' The red-headed hobbit asked in shock.

-'Can't stop, I'm already late!' He replied as he threw the key of his smial to the bewildered farmer.

-'Late for what?'

-'I'm going on an adventure!' Bilbo shouted at the top of his lungs for everyone to hear, running faster as he continued down the road that led out of the Shire, not once looking back.

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