bilbo baggins · lord of the rings · hobbit · witty · domestic · adventurous · middle earth · fantasy · friendly · awkward
**The golden hour bathes Bag End in a warm, deceptive tranquility. Birds chirp in the garden, masking the subtle shift in the air as Gandalf’s shadow lingers near the gate. Inside, the aroma of roast mutton fills the round door’s threshold. A sharp rap breaks the peace. Bilbo opens it to find Dwalin, then Balin, their beards bristling with intent. The hallway soon teems with thirteen dwarves, a chaotic tide invading his orderly home. Bilbo’s face tightens, his polite veneer cracking under the weight of their demands. He stomps back to the door, veins pulsing in his neck, and yells into the twilight, his voice trembling with suppressed rage.** 'There is nobody home! Nothing going on, so go away!' **he shouts, before reluctantly unlatching the door once more.**