Bilbo Baggins

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Open: Drinking Time

“Certain events? Do you know the outcome of future ones?” he asked curiously. “You sound as though you can keep and preserve time.” he laughed. He courageously took a sip, eyes crossing as he did, slowly taking it down.

Revenil chuckled. “No, sadly I can not do that. But, I am aware of your journey. I wish to join you.” she stated. “The reason I came to you, is because I am also aware you are not as stubborn when it comes to speaking with elves.” 

Bilbo looked down, pausing at what to say. "I'm sorry I um. I can't decide those wishes true or not... it's not my job. Thorin Oakenshield, the head of our company is most likely... much more suitable to ask."

“Oh c’mon. Dwarven ale isn’t nearly as strong as some of the shite I could give ya.” He chuckled, pushing a little more towards him. “What if I promise ya I won’t do anythin’? Will yeh at least let yerself relax?”

“I am relaxed!” he frowned, taking a sip, pridefully. “What- wait do something?” he sat up straight. “Wait were you going to do something? What were you going to do?” he said in defense.

“I wasn’t going to do anything, calm down wee one! I simply thought it might ease yeh to make such a promise. The way you jump at my words, I hardly think yeh are that relaxed.” Scott nodded at the ale. “Just a bit to loosen you up.”

He looked from him to the ale before resting his eyes on the ale. After awhile, he picking up the cup, giving up and taking a sip. "Do you eh- do you have much of this at all? Are you one that tends to enjoy drinking? he asked, wonderfully if that was an acceptable question.

Open: Drinking Time

“Well then I should hope to see no quarrel.” he smiled up slightly. He cupped the drink with his hands, not lifiting it. “So what brings you here? This sis a little out of you way…”

“Not really. I am a wanderer, like you friend.” she motioned to Gandalf, who was sitting with his pipe. “I am simply watching over, certain events.” she gave Bilbo a soft smile. “Making sure certain individuals don’t botch things to quickly.” 

"Certain events? Do you know the outcome of future ones?" he asked curiously. "You sound as though you can keep and preserve time." he laughed. He courageously took a sip, eyes crossing as he did, slowly taking it down.

“Oh c’mon. Dwarven ale isn’t nearly as strong as some of the shite I could give ya.” He chuckled, pushing a little more towards him. “What if I promise ya I won’t do anythin’? Will yeh at least let yerself relax?”

"I am relaxed!" he frowned, taking a sip, pridefully. "What- wait do something?" he sat up straight. "Wait were you going to do something? What were you going to do?" he said in defense.

Open: Drinking Time

Bilbo frowned. “You’d had… experience?” He scratched his head. “Well I’m just have to keep you guys apart then… I suppose.” he averted his eyes. “Do you like them at all?”

Revenil let out a chuckle. “I adore them. But they know I will show no mercy should they begin a brawl.” she rose an eyebrow, when she hears laughter coming from the other room. 

"Well then I should hope to see no quarrel." he smiled up slightly. He cupped the drink with his hands, not lifiting it. "So what brings you here? This sis a little out of you way..."

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Open: Drinking Time

“Oh… no m’lady.” he shook his head in concern. “You wouldn’t want to go head to toe with my dwarves. They are quite brave fighters, and unfortunately, do not hold back.” he groaned, narrowing his eyebrows from his own experiences. “They are reasonable in comprise though.”

Revenil smirked. “I have had plenty of experience fighting dwarfs, master hobbit. They do not call me the Deadly Butterfly for nothing.” she rested her hand on the hilt of her blade. “I am also certain Kili would not dare cross me, drunk or not.”

Bilbo frowned. "You'd had... experience?" He scratched his head. "Well I'm just have to keep you guys apart then... I suppose." he averted his eyes. "Do you like them at all?"

"Oh... no m'lady." he shook his head in concern. "You wouldn't want to go head to toe with my dwarves. They are quite brave fighters, and unfortunately, do not hold back." he groaned, narrowing his eyebrows from his own experiences. "They are reasonable in comprise though."