Bilbo had finally come out of his seclusion in the library. His attempts at map-making were going quite well, but he needed a rest. He decided to make a simple cup of tea but that soon turned into a full scale cleaning of the kitchen. (Honestly. You'd think they were dwarves with that mess.) After thoroughly scrubbing and organizing it to his satisfaction, he retired to the porch with a pot of tea, a pile of books, and his pipe for afterwards. Ensconced in a rocking chair, his feet up on the railing, tea in one hand and book in the other, it would be quite easy to get the impression that he had always lived there.

(Open Post. Come bother the Baggins. And of course I post it in the wrong place... Oy.)

Bilbo has only been here for a few days but he's done his research and from what he could figure out today is Mid-year's Day, one of the major hobbit holidays. There wasn't enough time to set up a party and it doesn't look like they have fairs here but Bilbo is trying to celebrate as best as he can. He's decided to enjoy himself in as many ways as possible in the summer sunshine. So he is currently walking, reading, singing and eating all at the same time. It's a horrible trial but someone needs to do it. Don't let his look of happiness fool you, he's really a martyr.

He's also still got his pocketful of evil but he barely notices it anymore unless he's parted from it. That is getting harder and harder to do. So every so often, when he digs in his pocket to get a new nut to eat, his fingers brush against a band of cold metal and his smile grows a little.