[ The plate's only just made it in front of him and then he's reaching for a chunk of cheese, no no, for bread – yes, that'll hit the spot just right, oh maybe there's some jam somewhere? – but he's only managed to get his greedy fingers on it and bring it close before—oh hello. Suddenly, Thorin's there. True, he's not towering over him or infringing heavily on his space or anything like that, but it's enough of a change to catch Bilbo, momentarily, off guard. However, the startled confusion doesn't give way to anything beyond a slightly wider gaze and a tighter grip on that bread. Oh, and a faint, rumble from his stomach; though, he can't say if that's from unease for the closer proximity or out of simple protest that he hasn't shoved the bread in his mouth yet.
See, obviously before, there had been quite a few more bodies in their Company and now that it's only the two of them, there's no choice in the matter. There's no Balin or Dwalin or Gandalf for Thorin to huddle close and discuss plans with. There's only small, clueless Bilbo. With no other option, it really shouldn't be surprising that Thorin would immediately confide information to him.
Even so, he's not entirely sure how he should feel about that. Happy? That, perhaps, they're to be not partners, but something more than leader and obedient follower. Or should be be nervous? That he may be expected to provide some valuable input on, on adventuring, when he still feels completely out of sorts.
Either way, what he definitely feels right now is, well, confusion. Huh. Well. Leave it to Thorin to figure a way out of an undesirable predicament within the span of a day. The thought is distant, yet definitely amused. Bilbo isn't fully conscious of even thinking it though, too caught up in trying to understand the rest, while simultaneously ignoring his stomach and the way Thorin has completely ruined the neat placement of his bandages. ] That sounds... easy. [ The words are light and slow coming and so very dubious. Should he be more excited? Of course there's that initial spark of hope, but walking along a road for an indiscernible distance, only to find an entrance back to where they want to go... it can't be that easy, right? ]
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startledconfusion doesn't give way to anything beyond a slightly wider gaze and a tighter grip on that bread. Oh, and a faint, rumble from his stomach; though, he can't say if that's from unease for the closer proximity or out of simple protest that he hasn't shoved the bread in his mouth yet.See, obviously before, there had been quite a few more bodies in their Company and now that it's only the two of them, there's no choice in the matter. There's no Balin or Dwalin or Gandalf for Thorin to huddle close and discuss plans with. There's only small, clueless Bilbo. With no other option, it really shouldn't be surprising that Thorin would immediately confide information to him.
Even so, he's not entirely sure how he should feel about that. Happy? That, perhaps, they're to be not partners, but something more than leader and obedient follower. Or should be be nervous? That he may be expected to provide some valuable input on, on adventuring, when he still feels completely out of sorts.
Either way, what he definitely feels right now is, well, confusion. Huh. Well. Leave it to Thorin to figure a way out of an undesirable predicament within the span of a day. The thought is distant, yet definitely amused. Bilbo isn't fully conscious of even thinking it though, too caught up in trying to understand the rest, while simultaneously ignoring his stomach and the way Thorin has completely ruined the neat placement of his bandages. ] That sounds... easy. [ The words are light and slow coming and so very dubious. Should he be more excited? Of course there's that initial spark of hope, but walking along a road for an indiscernible distance, only to find an entrance back to where they want to go... it can't be that easy, right? ]