Bilbo, his chest heaving with anxiety ducked out of sight and watched the terrifying creature before him. He was tired and lost and he didn’t mind admitting just a little bit hungry.
Not for the first time he asked himself what he was doing. It wasn’t as if he liked adventures. In all honesty he was quite happy at home with his robe, his books and his comfy chair. So why again was he here lost hiding from a creature he was almost positive wasn’t friendly?
He bit back a silent sigh. There was only one reason he agreed to leave behind everything he held dear and it had nothing to do with the wizard but everything to do with one Thorin Oakenshield. He didn’t understand why or even how all he knew was that the minute he had gazed into those blue eyes of Thorin’s he had known he would follow him anywhere.
Another sigh escaped him. Why did he have to have blue eyes?