[ … This doesn't feel right. The way Thorin moves, how he kneels, the strain in his voice; something's wrong. But with memories not yet made and experiences yet to be lived, Bilbo only feels an unease toward the unfamiliar, rather than the sinking dread the stone will inevitably cause him. For now, he settles for a frown and lets his hands relax to his sides, waiting, hoping for some clarification on what to do next.
He just doesn't understand.
He remembers the troll hoard. How Nori, Gloin and Bofur emerged, mouths twisted in wide grins; long term deposit, indeed. Bilbo's yet to witness the infamous greed of dwarves firsthand but as he may forget from time to time, there's some very distinct differences between their races, one of which he's presently being made well aware of.
He steps closer then, slow and uncertain, peering at the stone, but soon finding his attention much more interested in the way Thorin watches it himself. He's so focused. So intent. Bilbo swallows and the uncertainty twists, just the barest bit more. ] … And what's that? [ Oddly, he almost wishes not to ask, but. Heart of the Mountain? Erebor? What is it? Or more importantly, what is it to Thorin? ]
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He just doesn't understand.
He remembers the troll hoard. How Nori, Gloin and Bofur emerged, mouths twisted in wide grins; long term deposit, indeed. Bilbo's yet to witness the infamous greed of dwarves firsthand but as he may forget from time to time, there's some very distinct differences between their races, one of which he's presently being made well aware of.
He steps closer then, slow and uncertain, peering at the stone, but soon finding his attention much more interested in the way Thorin watches it himself. He's so focused. So intent. Bilbo swallows and the uncertainty twists, just the barest bit more. ] … And what's that? [ Oddly, he almost wishes not to ask, but. Heart of the Mountain? Erebor? What is it? Or more importantly, what is it to Thorin? ]