Imagine packing Bilbo’s bag for him before he leaves.
“This is unheard of - a thief? A Baggins? Maybe the Sackville-Baggins...” Bilbo trailed off, rushing around the small house. He was actually being completely unproductive, frantically running about while you were doing the real work. You folded up a pair of patched trousers and laid them into his bag, then started on a fresh shirt.
“Bilbo, calm down, I’m sure it’ll come to you naturally. You did steal my heart.” You chuckled, putting the shirt into the bag as well, and hid a pouch of pipeweed underneath it. You knew he wouldn’t get very far without that, not with his negative attitude.
“That’s not the kind of stealing that they meant, I’m sure-” Bilbo ranted again, coming to a stop in front of you. You raised an eyebrow at him, and smiled when he eventually did. “I’m going on an adventure!”
“You are, a great one. A long one. And if you die out there, I’ll come and kill you myself, Mr. Baggins. Along with the rest of your company for letting it happen. Make sure you warn them of that.” You tightened the strings on the bag so everything was secure and handed it to him with a kiss on the cheek. “Just come home to me, please. I look forward to hearing all about it. Life sure will be dull here in The Shire without you.”
