1. An Unexpected Party
A good morning. Whether good on its own, a morning to be good, or however else, Bilbo didn’t know; but he knew it was good.
The wizard towered over him, bushy eyebrows and raggly beard vaguely familiar, but Bilbo couldn’t place him until he heard the name: Gandalf.
Two days, thirteen dwarves, and many seed-cakes later Bilbo began to understand. These dwarves had lived in Erebor once, but long ago lost it to Smaug the dragon; now they wanted to take back their own.
Keep your adventure, he thought; but the Took in him answered: Nay; I am your burglar.
The wizard towered over him, bushy eyebrows and raggly beard vaguely familiar, but Bilbo couldn’t place him until he heard the name: Gandalf.
Two days, thirteen dwarves, and many seed-cakes later Bilbo began to understand. These dwarves had lived in Erebor once, but long ago lost it to Smaug the dragon; now they wanted to take back their own.
Keep your adventure, he thought; but the Took in him answered: Nay; I am your burglar.
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