Bilbo Baggins tossed off his robe and with muttering and a sigh, sat down on his bed. He have had enough of surprises, visitors, and wizards for one day. He most certainly wouldn't be going on any sort of adventure if this was how things were. It wasn't safe, not to mention stressful. A person would have to be insane to agree to do this.

All you got to do is sneak up on on him. They said. Like it'd be easy . The Hobbit scoffed, rolling his eyes as he laid down. Pulling the warm comforter around him. He gave a sigh, closing his eyes as he tried to sleep. Only to be interrupted by soft humming and instruments beginning to play out in the parlor. He rubbed his forehead in frustration, getting up to stop the nonsense outside his room, when he paused. Hearing the words they sang.

"Far over, the misty mountains cold"....
        "To dungeons deeep.. and caverns old".

Something stirred in Bilbo and he pressed his ear to the wall. His curiosity getting the better of him.

   "We must awayyy... er break of day."
        "To find our looong, forgotten gold"..

They sang, voices full of a longing and a sorrow that he had never heard or felt before. And unknowingly , it began to touch him. He wanted to change his mind, say that he'll go. But there was still a part of him holding back. It was too uncertain. He could die...

Though, they had lost everything and didn't have a home...

There was more music and verses but Bilbo had heard all he needed to hear and was tired from the long day he had. And the so many decisions he had to make.

Would he go, or would he stay?

His heart and mind was split in two, and it was too much for the Hobbit to think of any longer. He gave a yawn, rubbing his eyes as he curled up under the blankets once more and, fell asleep.
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Author's note:
Part two? :) Comment if you want more.
Thanks for reading this short. ❤️
~Isilwen.