homeless forever

[theburglar]

A new home? I beg your pardon, but I haven't asked for one. What is wrong with my own?

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[iorhael]

There's nothing wrong at all with Bag End but a change of scenery and air might do wonders.

[theburglar]

Sitting by the fire with a nice cup of tea is enough for me, nephew.

[iorhael]

[have a knowing look, uncle]

And what would you call that constant look now and then out towards the Road?

[there's a word for it and it's "wistful". Or longing.]

[theburglar]

Well I--[He frowns.] Can a hobbit not look at the road from the comfort of his own home? I just like looking, that's all.

[iorhael]

[Oh Bilbo.]

I suppose you could just look. You seem to look so much though. Have you thought about taking a trip to Buckland or Tuckborough? You could do some catching up.

[theburglar]

Nephew, if I ever leave my front door again, it'll certainly will not be a trip to Buckland nor Tuckborough. It will be a trip to Rivendell or perhaps the Misty Mountains--

[He sighs.] Is is that obvious? [Hiding his feelings is rather hard dearest nephew.]

[iorhael]

[Frodo is trying to hold back the smile]

Well, I just thought you might be getting on in your years; you might prefer a trip closer to home.

Yes, I'm afraid you are a bit obvious. You forget to put away the maps half the time.

[theburglar]

A trip close to home? Bah. There's no challenge in that.

I guess once you've tasted adventure, it's hard not to go back for more. [He smiles.]

[iorhael]

No, I suppose not, but the challenge lies in whether you come back in one piece after a visit with either of those families.

[He's glad to see that Bilbo has not lost his desire to go out and have a challenge]

Did you have plans for one any time soon?

[theburglar]

Very true. I'd rather not take the chance and remain in one piece, thank you.

I do not. [Actually he does.] However, this writer of mine seems to have making plans for me.

[iorhael]

At last, I think we have found the one adventure you balk at.

Oh? And what sort of plans?

[should he be worried for you, uncle? You know how writers are]

[caputlupinum]

I'm sure your home is fine. It seems to be more a matter of what is convenient than it is with what is right and wrong.

[theburglar]

I hardly find being pushed out of my comfortable home convenient, good sir.

[caputlupinum]

I'm not sure it's your convenience they care for.

[theburglar]

[If that's true, she is exactly like Gandalf.] That's quite rude. Perhaps she will listen to reason.

[caputlupinum]

[And a very good Gandalf, I'm sure.]

Perhaps she will. I see no harm in trying.

[theburglar]

Then I shall give it a try. [He smiles.] Oh dear, I didn't ask for your name. Introductions are in order I believe.

[caputlupinum]

I believe they might be. My name is Robin Hood, and I suppose that makes it my turn to ask for yours.

[theburglar]

Bilbo Baggins. [A pause.] Robin Hood? My writer is smiling from ear to ear. Are you famous?

[caputlupinum]

I've heard tell I grow to become a legend, but for the moment I like to think of myself as more of a local name. [He does look pleased, though. And perhaps a little smug.]

I could ask you the same question. Your name seems to have the same effect on mine.

[theburglar]

Hmm no, I'm not famous really. Well, I've been on rather interesting adventures. People just find me odd.

[caputlupinum]

Oh, I wouldn't be so dismissive. Sometimes a rather interesting adventure and a reputation for being different is all it takes.

[theburglar]

I certainly do a have a reputation. [Not the one he wants certainly.] Sometimes I do wonder if my adventures were worth it...

[caputlupinum]

Some adventures aren't. For something to be truly worthwhile you must believe in the cause that started it.

[theburglar]

Or learn from it as I did.

[caputlupinum]

Then it sounds like it was worth it.

[keeps_count]

It's not a home like the one you recall in Bag End. They are better described as games and I assure you, if your mundane wishes to send you to one... I'm afraid the choice will not be yours.

[theburglar]

Games? What kind of games?

[keeps_count]

Nothing enjoyable. Not for us in any case, more for our mundanes.

Gandalf, Gimli and I are trapped in a place called Tower of Animus where it is claimed that our world has been destroyed.

[theburglar]

What? Destroyed?! Unbelievable. And you allowed yourself to be trapped in such a world...

[keeps_count]

I don't believe it myself. Aragorn ensured my faith in that.

And I hardly allowed myself to be trapped. An elf, even the Thranduillion, has little power of his own mundane.

[theburglar]

Then I suppose there is little hope for me.

Gandalf is with you? Is he alright?

[keeps_count]

At least, Master Hobbit, your mundane may be more lenient with where you are sent.

He is and he is quite alright. He's been forming a Fellowship, when last I saw him. Though, that was a few weeks ago. I know that he is still there, however.

[theburglar]

Perhaps. I am hoping she will listen to reason.

He does have a habit of wandering off on his own. You will see him again soon enough.

[keeps_count]

I hope that she will as well.

It is not he who wandered this time.

[theburglar]

It is not? How odd. [Then it hits him.] His writer has abandoned him....

[keeps_count]

No, his writer remains. I have no seen him because I am subject to an experiment that he is not, discovering who runs this tower better: Dax, Riki or Jason.

[theburglar]

[He doesn't really understand what Legolas is going on about, but pretends that he does.]

That sounds rather...interesting. I'm sure you are doing well.

[keeps_count]

It can be. I've met some wonderful people that aren't from Middle Earth but look like Elves.

[theburglar]

[He raises an eyebrow.] Where are they from?

[keeps_count]

A kingdom called "Hyrule" apparently.