When Bilbo finally came to a stop, standing at the edge of the camp, Thorin made his move. “Everything all right?” Thorin rumbled, as he circled closely behind the stationary hobbit. He didn’t miss the way his One shuddered.
“Everything’s fine,” Bilbo returned through clenched teeth.
”Then why are you acting so … different.” Thorin leaned a little closer, and Bilbo’s ear twitched before the hobbit shook himself visibly from whatever affect Thorin’s voice was having. He couldn’t help a small self-satisfied smirk.
"Whose to say that I am?”
“Several have said it already. You haven’t gone for your walk, and you can’t seem to sit still.”
“I’m standing still right now.”
“I’m not leaving without an answer.” Thorin leaned in closer, nearly brushing the hobbit’s ears with his lips.
With another shudder, Bilbo turned his ear away. He still didn’t reply at first, but, after a few moments, sucked in a deep breath and sighed it out. “We’re being followed.”
”What?” Thorin was instantly at attention, casting his gaze around the edges of their camp. There was a sparse copse of trees on one side that significantly hindered his range. “Are you sure?”
“Positive. They been following us all day. Trying to catch up, I’d wager.”
“Are you a gambling hobbit, Master Baggins?” Thorin continued to peer out into the darkness around them.
“Only when I know I’ll win.”
~~Excerpt of Chapter 15 of The Blind Burglar by Domestic Goddess on Ao3 to be updated on October 26th. Subscribe now!❤