anxious ; open rp
Nearly a year since he'd had his adventure, nearly a year since he'd returned to the ancestral halls of Bag End, and he was feeling skittish. It was a deeply anxious feeling; that he was getting a little bit too comfortable in all the pleasures that used to sooth the hobbit. Even a good smoke on his pipe wasn't doing him any good, and with a nervous disposition he stood from the seat of his garden, fidgeting in place for a moment before resting his pipe on the seat and leaving his property promptly.
He needed a walk, and what better a place to do so than the Farthing Woods. It was serene as always, and Bilbo found himself slowly relaxing again. He was just a little bit more comfortable with the mildly rustic scenery, and he cursed himself for forgetting his pipe.
Walking through the woods for a good long while, Bilbo could easily hear someone making their way down the wooded path, footfalls and humming carried to his ears alongside bird sonata.
