#theendling

// not so much exercise advice but it goes hand-in-hand with trying to lose weight?? drink tons, t o n s, of water, it’ll help flush out your system if you pair it with exercise! c:

“How is it that you’re under half of my height and able to hold all of that?” The northman rumbled out the sentiment, the words lessened from their usually gritty tone and—what was that, just a touch slurred? He lifted his mug, wooden rim clacking against his teeth for he was unable to withhold that amused smile from his features. "Or are you keeping up on pure stubbornness alone?"

A choked-off half laugh escaped Thorin at the other's words, and he took another long swig of the ale Beorn had provided him. Or, at least, he was pretty sure it was ale -- if he was honest he wasn't really tasting it at this point, so it could have been anything, but, whatever it was, it was definitely working. "I'm a dwarf," he said, pounding his fist against his chest in both an effort to display pride and to keep the uncomfortable feeling that came along with drinking so much so fast from forming too tightly in his chest. "We're masters of... of alcohol. Obviously."

"The wind came down from mountains cold, and like a tide it roared and rolled; the branches groaned, the forest moaned, and leaves were laid upon the mould.” He was echoing the words the dwarves had sung in his halls, they had pricked at his mind, sinking in and nesting there. The sound of them were deep, rolling from his chest into the night air, heralded with puffs of his breath. It was the small disturbance in his peripherals that caught Beorn’s attention—the halfling. The northman grinned, head bowing a bit and the singing coming to a halt. "I wasn’t aware I had an audience."

    There was something to be said about the hospitality that Beorn had showed the company. Allowing them to stay in his home for as long as he had was admirable. Or so Bilbo thought at any rate. Being able sleep in comfort and spend the nights safely had become rare things indeed.

It was expected that Bilbo was the first of the company to fall asleep. (and last to wake, but never too late for breakfast.) But tonight he woke. A quick glance to his right told him everyone else was fast asleep. Those of his company at any rate. A deep rumbling came from further down the house. Not at all like the growling of bears they had been warned about before.

    Curiosity took hold of Bilbo, and the hobbit slipped out from underneath his warm covers. He took great care to walk as quietly along the wooden floors as he could until he caught sight of Beorn. The deep rumbling of his voice worked well with the song that he was singing and Bilbo was unable to stop himself from lingering to listen.

"Oh! I'm sorry, I did not mean to intrude." Bilbo replied, appearing flustered when he was addressed. "I woke and happened to hear your singing. My curiosity got the better of me I'm afraid." he rocked back and forth on the balls of his heels, letting his gaze drift away from Beorn for a split second.