[ Is that what he'd done? What he will do? Watching Thorin carry himself about, both unsteady and uncertain, is a curious thing to observe and in some small way, it almost hurts for a reason Bilbo can't entirely name. In the end, he shies his gaze and drops it low, staring at the stone he supposedly took upon himself to burglar away. Keeping a precious, family heirloom from Thorin and knowingly opening himself up to his impending wrath, hm; it doesn't sound like something he would do. Right? A Baggins would follow his contract. A Baggins wouldn't stray from the grain. He's meant to be a burglar, true, but he likes to think he'll be an honest one. To do something so – in his current mind – unexpected, rash…
… Things must have truly deteriorated for him, of all people, to stand up to Thorin.
He still doesn't understand. Not really anyway. It's to be expected though; he won't know the full extent of circumstance and doubt that fueled the debacle, not until he's lived through it himself. Lovely. As though he hasn't already suffered enough dread for the end of their journey. The dragon is meant to be the worst part, but now he's beginning to wonder…
Sighing, he shakes his head and with only a hint of his earlier reluctance, shifts, intending to shove the Arkenstone in his pocket. However, he thinks better of it and he suddenly wants it a touch further away. So he silently finds his way over to his bed and peels back a corner of his pillow, plopping the Arkenstone down and under. There. Out of sight. Out of mind? No. He does have questions, of course he does, and maybe he'll ask another time, when Thorin is in a better state, because Bilbo thinks, maybe, it'll do him good to be more prepared for the disaster this stone brings. For now? He keeps his palm pressed into the pillow a moment longer and then dismisses the discussion with a simple— ] I suppose it shall make more sense when the time comes.
I'll keep it… safe. [ One, two, three, and there, he presses his hand back to his side and turns to Thorin. ] But that's enough of that. [ There's an emphasis to his voice now; a courage his wants to convey but doesn't fully feel. Not initially. Once he starts, the pent up exasperation lends itself easily to his words and really, perhaps it's not so difficult to turn the conversation away afterall. ] I know you dwarves are particularly keen about ignoring your well-being, but if you've had your fill of, of bleeding on things you shouldn't, I think we ought to wrap those. [ Well. There is one hitch. And that's when the ease slows, just a little, enough for a slight hesitance. ] … If you happen to have something of use within your pack, that is.
LOL you editted like. 3, 4 times? i kept getting notifs while i was out. i laughed.
… Things must have truly deteriorated for him, of all people, to stand up to Thorin.
He still doesn't understand. Not really anyway. It's to be expected though; he won't know the full extent of circumstance and doubt that fueled the debacle, not until he's lived through it himself. Lovely. As though he hasn't already suffered enough dread for the end of their journey. The dragon is meant to be the worst part, but now he's beginning to wonder…
Sighing, he shakes his head and with only a hint of his earlier reluctance, shifts, intending to shove the Arkenstone in his pocket. However, he thinks better of it and he suddenly wants it a touch further away. So he silently finds his way over to his bed and peels back a corner of his pillow, plopping the Arkenstone down and under. There. Out of sight. Out of mind? No. He does have questions, of course he does, and maybe he'll ask another time, when Thorin is in a better state, because Bilbo thinks, maybe, it'll do him good to be more prepared for the disaster this stone brings. For now? He keeps his palm pressed into the pillow a moment longer and then dismisses the discussion with a simple— ] I suppose it shall make more sense when the time comes.
I'll keep it… safe. [ One, two, three, and there, he presses his hand back to his side and turns to Thorin. ] But that's enough of that. [ There's an emphasis to his voice now; a courage his wants to convey but doesn't fully feel. Not initially. Once he starts, the pent up exasperation lends itself easily to his words and really, perhaps it's not so difficult to turn the conversation away afterall. ] I know you dwarves are particularly keen about ignoring your well-being, but if you've had your fill of, of bleeding on things you shouldn't, I think we ought to wrap those. [ Well. There is one hitch. And that's when the ease slows, just a little, enough for a slight hesitance. ] … If you happen to have something of use within your pack, that is.