brigid: close up of keys from a manual typewriter (write)
Saruman led Bilbo to one of the once powerful strongholds of the dwarves. The massive gates had once been locked and barred, sealed from within. Now, however, the doors were cracked open. A small curl of smoke drifted out. The dragon inside was on the move. Bilbo swallowed nervously as Saruman led him in, asking him questions about his dwarf adventures and his home in the shire and his family. Bilbo relaxed a bit, feeling a bit more at ease as he spoke of himself. Saruman led him through the big doors and down into the antechamber of the great treasure hoard of the dragon. The dragon was curled up there, a massive jeweler's loupe screwed into one enormous eye, examining precious gems. He looked up when Saruman and Bilbo entered.

"What." he said.

"Well, Smaug, this is an old friend of mine, Bilbo Baggins. I remembered you'd been looking for a bit of company in this rambly old place so when I ran into you, well, I thought you'd make a nice fit." He bounced on his heels as he spoke, smoothed his long white beard again.

"Really." Smaug took the loupe out of his eye and examined Bilbo.

"You've had a bit of trouble in the Shire, eh?"

"Well, not exactly trouble, but--"

"Do you have the time?"

Saruman bounced again.

"Loan him your watch a tic, Bilbo. It's a trick he does. It's a bit insufferable but very clever. That's him in a nutshell."

Bilbo frowned a bit but then handed over the solid silver pocket watch his father had left him. Smaug plucked it delicately with his razor sharp claws and studied it.

"I see you come from a wealthy, established, respectable family that has a streak of daring in it. You've just returned from an extended trip to find the confines of your old home even more confining. Your father left you this watch, he had a tendency to drink to excess, but at least he wasn't violent... unlike some of your still-living relatives."

Bilbo was impressed despite himself. One eyebrow lofted toward his hairline.

"You somehow managed to read that from my pocket watch? Observing minute details about it which allowed you to infer my life?"

"That or I'm a bloody dragon with excellent hearing and you discussed yourself all the way here."

Bilbo frowned sternly at him.

"May I have my pocket watch back now?"

"What part of "I'm a dragon" do you not understand?"
brigid: close up of keys from a manual typewriter (write)
Bilbo Hamish Baggins limped to a seat outside the Prancing Pony and sat down. He rubbed his aching thigh and frowned. Life had taken a few unexpected turns since his return from that little spot of action with the dwarves, and he was lost in mulling it over. He didn't notice, at first, the person standing in front of him, someone vaguelly familiar. It was a human, male, in long pristine white robes and an elegant staff.

"I say, Bilbo Baggins, is that you?"

"I, er, Saruman the White?"

"Well, it HAS been a long time, hasn't it? I see you're back safely from your little adventure."

"Ugh, well, so to speak. I find the shire much smaller than I left it."

"Oh, of course, of course." Saruman stroked his long white beard knowingly.

"But your old home is as you left it?"

"For the most part, but I seem to have picked up an infestation of irritating relatives who want to deem me non compos mentis and claim my home and heirlooms for their own."

"Well, that's dashed unfortunate."

"So I'm thinking of moving out, right? Finding a nice roomy place to store my treasures and heirlooms, live a quiet life away from prying eyes, some place with a large dining room and spare bedrooms for entertaining... I've never broken ground on my own, though."

"Well, if you're interested, I know a bloke who's got a fine large place. I think he's looking for a room mate if you'd be open to that."

"a room mate? Well, I don't know. How large is it?"

"Well, it's a massive abandoned mine. He's a dragon, you see. A bit of an odd duck, as dragons are, but perhaps you'll hit it off."

"Well, I suppose I've nothing to lose."

"Let's be off to see him."

Bilbo agreed and stood, nursing the leg that Lobelia had stabbed with one of his own silver forks. That would be a while healing.

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