"I should like to save the Shire, if I could - though there have been times when I thought the inhabitants too stupid and dull for words, and have felt that an earthquake or an invasion of dragons might be good for them. But I don't feel like that now. I feel that as long as the Shire lies behind, safe and comfortable, I shall find wandering more bearable: I shall know that somewhere there is a firm foothold, even if my feet cannot stand there again."
“I have been here a month, my dear Bilbo. However I’m about as lost on it as you are. I’ve about mastered messages but that’s all, I’m afraid. I’m sure there are ways to quiet it.”
”…Ah. Yes, that would explain it. Well, I suppose you may have need to talk to others, but some of us are trying to relax without the constant buzzing and noise. It has it’s uses, but I do not need this at so late at night, thank you!” And he made a point by glaring at the phone.
That earned a straight-up laugh from the hobbit. “Now, where shall we put it? If it’s troubling you more than dragons than I believe we must do something about it. Throw it out the window perhaps?”
He sobered a bit.
“Ah, well, certainly I suppose, but I’m more fascinated with it’s making than I am ‘texting’. Though for companions and knowing where they are, yes, I’ll have a need for it.” Better to distract him from the topic he had entered with the unknown messages.
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