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Soul Marks Never Lie	By : ShadowoftheForgotten Category: +Third Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2251 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Hobbit nor do I make any money off of writing this story. If I did I'd be richer and back in classes

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Chapter Four Bilbo Run

Bilbo tries to ignore the bad feeling that settles on him as he goes to check on the young ones. Little Pippin had fallen ill and Sam was showing the all the signs he may be as well, so they had went to bed earlier than normal. Opening the door he smiles at the sight of the other two boys curled around the sick ones. He really shouldn’t let them do that, fauntlings fall sick so very easily, but he hasn’t the heart to move them. Moving silently he sits down in his chair hazel eyes misting over. Never before had he been glad over how his Adventure had ended. If he hadn’t come back then little Frodo would most likely be in the clutches of the Sackville-Baggins, which is just a horrid thought. Merry and Pippin might have gone to another family which is alright he supposes thoughtfully but he likes them being with him together than apart and little Samwise well at the rate Hamfast and Bell are going would also be fostered and they wouldn’t have thought to further the lads love of poetry or elves!
He lets out a soft shaky laugh; yes he is quite glad with how everything panned out. He does not think for a moment that maybe Thorin would have let him come back to the Shire to settle a few things before coming to Erebor to stay, that while he was here that he could collect his favorite cousins as he has now and bring them with him nor does he ever think about the possible, if hard to spot, joy that would blossom on Thorin’s face when he saw not one but four fauntling’s. For it does no good to dwell on things he can’t have… At least that’s what he tells himself as he dozes off in his comfortable chair.
Frodo’s eyes snap open with the first scream and he sits up in bed mouth open ready to yell for his Uncle Bilbo when a hand covers his mouth. Fear pumping through his veins he looks up to see Bilbo. Hazel eyes worried he puts a finger to his lips.
“You must be quiet Frodo my lad. I don’t know what is going on but I want you to wake the others and be ready to leave… Okay?” Uncle Bilbo asks removing his hand. Shakily Frodo nods and Uncle slips out of the room. He tries not to flinch every time he hears a loud scream, he wakes Merry up first shocked the other can sleep through all the noise. Next he wakes Sam, worry shooting through him at the high temperature then Pippen. Both of them groan and whimper at being awoken until a frighteningly loud and close scream pierces the air. They stay on the bed, curled together under the blankets tears running down their faces.
They can hear doors being slammed open followed by mad crashing. Almost as if someone is searching for something. The loud noise gets closer to their room and Frodo slips out of the bed to grab a toy sword, Merry by his side. They may be little but they won’t let anyone hurt Sam or Pippin. Frodo tilts his head as the noise retreats back toward the front of the smial, loud thuds and grunts echoing. Fast footsteps and the door flies open to reveal Uncle Bilbo covered in what almost looks like ink. There is fear in Uncle’s eyes until they land on the quivering faunts.
“Dress quickly little ones we must leave.”
“Leave?” questions Merry as he goes to throw on clothing, Bilbo muttering about the pros and cons of buying clothing in Bree before he bustles off. Merry stares wide eyed at the place where Bilbo stood. Never before had Bilbo ignored one of his questions then Bilbo comes back, a pack shouldered and his sword in hand.
“Yes lad, leave. It’s not safe here anymore,” Bilbo whispers softly. His heart breaks, it’s his fault that the four little ones are in danger… He isn’t sure how or why the orcs that invaded Hobbiton are looking for him; all he knows is that they are. That they entered his home and started to destroy it, almost as if they were searching for something. His hand goes to his pocket, fear and pain rolling in his heart. They had picked up a picture of the boys, crude and cruel smiles on their faces as they advanced toward were he had left the little ones. He has to get out of here, he has to lead the orcs away all while keeping the little ones safe. The first place that comes to mind is Erebor, his heart, his soul screaming that he will be safest with his Mark but he shuts that voice up.
Thorin doesn’t want him. There was or maybe still is a price on his head should he ever try to go back. No, Erebor is not safe for him or his faunts but where then?? Rivendell that is where he can go, Elrond told him he was welcome anytime. Hopefully the fact that he has orcs on his tail won’t change that. Now he just has to get them there.
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