?“And I’ll buy that chair too.” Bilbo moaned. He’d just bought the last piece of furniture that belonged to his hobbit hole. After his returning from his adventure, Bilbo had to buy all his furniture back from his cousins. Bilbo began to dread everything, if it hadn’t been for that adventure, he’d be sitting on his porch smoking right now. After paying his cousin, he slouched into his chair, Bilbo fell fast asleep. Horses stomping in fierce herds, Beorn rampaging whatever was in his path while in bear form, elves collapsing to the ground, cursing Bilbo for his lack of rescuing them. Bilbo rushed to the side of an trampled elf just when a mysterious, dark creature approached him. “NOOOOO!” Sweat pouring off his face, Bilbo woke up on the floor from his nightmare. What terrible dreams he’s been getting ever since he’d returned home. He’s been in his hobbit hole for only a couple of days, reorganizing and claiming back his furniture, and he’s already having terrible visions in his sleep. Few nights ago, Bilbo yelled in his sleep, dreaming of Wargs invaded Bag End in the middle of the night. Bilbo refused to believe this was post-traumatic stress, he’d had great memories and treasures he brought home with him. Too tired to think about what his problem may be, Bilbo fell back asleep. Eating his noon snack, Gandalf was seen walking – actually running up the to the hobbit hole. Panting, “Bilbo, your my prophecy! I knew there was some connection for some hobbit to be chosen to be the burglar for the dwarves!” “What’s wrong with some hobbit being a burglar?!” outraged Bilbo. Pulling Bilbo by the arm, Gandalf ran off with Bilbo. You know, I bet Bilbo is really getting tired of Gandalf dragging him into trouble, more importantly, away from Bilbo’s meals. They halted into an open field, strangely Gandalf got quiet. “Umm Gandalf?” Still holding onto Bilbo’s arm, Gandalf gave Bi