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Cold, an bone numbing agonizing cold was all that bilbo Baggins felt at the moment
It had been a few days since the company of Thorin Oakenshield arrived in the misty mountains. And by yavanna. It had been so incredibly much worse then bilbo had expected, never had he felt so out of place, like he wasn’t supposed to be there.
But apparently the dwarves didn’t mind the cold so much, well they had warm boots, a thick skin and an full beard! Try being an barefoot hobbit with nothing but an worn velvet travelling cloak thank you very much!
But bilbo didn’t complain, why would he when the only reaction he got was muffled irritated sights and an glare from Thorin, who had already made it crystal clear of what he tought about the burglar.
More an burden then an member of the company.
An sudden sharp pain on the side of his foot brought bilbo out his thoughts. “damn this show” bilbo tought bitterly as he looked at the small cut on the side of his foot by an small sharp snow-hidden rock.
“Are you alright master boggins?” Kili. One of the few dwarves that actually acknowledged bilbos presence, Bilbo had taken a liking to the lad, even though he still hadn’t gotten his name right.
Bilbo looked up, masking his pained expression with an smile, “ah yes I’m alright Kili” he gritted through his teeth. “ just uhm..slipped.” Kili nodded and patted bilbos shoulder before turning away once more. But thorins voice cut through the icy air. “Try to keep up halfling, you’re lacking behind again.”
Oh of course Thorin had to say something again, like always. Bilbo admired the dwarf, truly. An warrior and king of an near forgotten kingdom, inside a mountain of gold no less! But he couldn’t understand why he had to be so cold towards him, like these mountains…like snow..
Bilbo became strangely dizzy for a moment, he let out a shaky breath and rubbed his eyes, before he looked down at his way to pale hands, nothing like the sun kissed skinned hobbit that left the shire so long ago. He was shivering far more then usual, also far more then the dwarves he noted.
Being out of his toughts once more, bilbo became fully aware of his surroundings. He was walking (if you could call it that) at the rear of the company, the icy wind blew unforgiving in his face, biting at the pale skin. His travelling cloak had become stiff and frozen and bilbo felt like he was in some sort of trance..
He was moving, that indeed. But his movements where no longer precise and calculated, more as though his body was moving on his own. He realised he couldn’t feel his feet anymore. Not even the tiny cut that was still painting the snow red under his feet.
And bilbo wanted nothing more then to just rest..breathe for a moment. But he knew damn well he couldn’t. He couldn’t be a burden. He came on this quest to help them reclaim their homeland, and he swore to Yavanna he would not be the reason they failed.
So he would keep moving, even if the cold made him feel sick, even if the cold was too much to bear
He would keep moving. And won’t be a burden.