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"Thorin! What is the matter with you, you thick headed, beardless, irrational bastard!?" Bilbo yelled, chasing the fuming dwarf out of the room.
Thorin was leaning against a rail, looking down onto Rivendell as the moon shines upon it.
"Bilbo, I do not wish to speak to you!" Thorin roared, facing away from him.
Bilbo took a deep breath. "I will stay and you will tell me what is bothering you! I don't understand what is wrong! Just because you have feelings for me doesn't mean I hate you, or that we're not friends or anything of that sort! You still matter very much to me and to be quite frank, you're being a selfish, ignorant, demanding idiot!" Bilbo let all his anger out.
"What is my matter!? My matter is that you will not shut up about these spineless elves, you took it upon yourself to find out all the secrets of my kin, of which we do not tell outsiders, and to top everything off, after I have finally found my One, he does not reciprocate and called me a beardless bastard!" Thorin shouted with pure anger.
Bilbo paused for a moment. "Look, I am sorry, okay!? If you so called 'love' me then you should care about what I have to say about the elves, I rant a lot and you should be able to deal with that! I did not know that dwarves keep their culture secret, and I was merely trying to find out more so I could impress you! I do not know! I do not know if I love you or not, my feelings are not clear to me! And lastly, you deserved every bit of what I said!" He finished.
Thorin was speechless, shocked and surprised. He did not speak.
Bilbo turned around and left.
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It was their sixth, and final day at Rivendell. Thorin and Bilbo were not speaking, and Gandalf was secretly upset over this.
Bilbo packed his things up, in despair, gravely upset to leave such a gorgeous place, but also because he quite liked talking to Thorin.
Thorin and Gandalf also packed their things, and met with Elrond and Galadriel to see them off.
"I hope these provisions last you long enough." Elrond said to the three companions before him.
"Thank you, Master Elrond." Gandalf bowed his head.
"You have feelings for the dwarf, don't you?" A soft voice rang in Bilbo's head.
Lady Galadriel was looking right at him.
Bilbo paused, and slowly nodded, frightened on how she was speaking to him.
She smiled and turned to look over the valley.
"Goodbye, my friends. Have a safe journey and I hope to see you all again soon." Elrond spoke again.
"Thank you for your hospitality, Master Elrond and Lady Galadriel." Bilbo bowed.
Galadriel turned back around and smiled. "It is our pleasure."
The company set off down the brick pathway, on foot. They would not need horses the way they're going.
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The sun was setting and they had settled for the night inside a cave on the edge of the Misty Mountains. A small fire was burning and they were sitting on some logs left by previous campers. Gandalf was sucking on his pipe, Thorin on his back looking at the stars, outside, and Bilbo writing in his journal.
No one spoke that night. They ate, sat and slept in silence.
Bilbo awoke and stood up, trying to stretch out the sore muscles after sleeping on the hard ground. Guess who was not to be found.
Gandalf.
Gandalf was no where to be found.
"Oh, Eru!" Bilbo shouted.
Thorin woke up.
"What is it?" He asked in alarm, thinking something was wrong.
Bilbo sighed. "We have lost our wizard."
"Again? Oh, Mahal." Thorin groaned.