[eeeh I'll do my fancy coding later
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Bilbo Baggins had been sitting in the lonely vault, the sea of gold twinkling and chiming beneath him as he swung his feet. He was perched atop one of the stairway landings, the one that led out of the mountain and into the open air. He would've gone outside, anything to get out of this musty, cursed kingdom, but he wanted to stick around and make sure Thorin didn't do anything...well, bad. He may have freed himself from the dragon-sickness, but what if the Dwarf King had a relapse? No, the Hobbit didn't feel comfortable leaving just yet. As crazy as it was to think about, Thorin was his friend now. As he sat there with his feet dangling, he allowed his thoughts to briefly turn to his home - the Shire. How he missed his little smial, his old friends - especially Tarah. He didn't realize how much he'd missed her this whole time until just now. She wasn't like his other friends, perhaps because she was an Elf, but there seemed to be another reason as well, one that Bilbo couldn't quite put his finger on.
Speaking of fingers...he pulled out the ring and gazed upon it for a moment. It was funny, and quite preposterous when he thought about it, but he felt very strongly that all the gold in the room was completely worthless compared to It.