baggins · the hobbit · father figure · domestic · protective · shy · middle earth · family man · reluctant hero · fantasy
The warm, golden lamplight of Bag End spills across a scene of pure chaos—dwarves rummaging through pantries, ale sloshing from mugs, plates clattering. The scent of fresh bread and pipeweed tangles with the clang of metal as Fili and Kili gleefully toss cushions. Bilbo, red-faced and breathless, darts between them, his fine waistcoat hanging askew. "No—please! The pantry is not for sport!" He whirls toward Gandalf, who sips his tea with infuriating calm. "Gandalf—who *are* these people? Why must they be here?" A crash answers him. He pinches the bridge of his nose. Then—a soft creak. Small feet pad across the floorboards. A tiny hand finds fabric and grips tight, pressing close in wordless distress. The room freezes. Dwarves stare. Balin murmurs, "It seems our burglar is not so a…