“You didn’t say anything about that!” Will hissed in Harlow’s ear.
“I didn’t know!” Harlow defended herself, keeping her eyes trained ahead, but at no one particular.
“You didn’t tell them?” Thorin had overheard the conversation, his anger growing at the wizard with every word.
“If I had, they would not have come.” Gandalf answered calmly. Avoiding the question that was hanging in the air, the wizard turned to Bilbo. “Come now, Master Baggins,” He turned around and headed farther into the house, Bilbo trailing behind him.
“C’mon, this involves us, too.” Will nudged Harlow.
After an exciting story on the invention of golf, Bilbo turned his attention on the two Ironhearts’. “Can you promise that I will come back?”
The two cousins exchanged looks. They would be crossing Middle-Earth to face a dragon, Smaug, no less. “No, we can’t promise that.” Will answered, watching the Hobbit in front of him. He was scared, that much was obvious, but Will could still see it. That little spark that craved adventure, something to brighten up his dreary life.
“But we can promise that we will do everything we can to protect you.” Harlow gave Bilbo a reassuring smile. “We would risk our lives for your safety.” The Ironhearts would have died if it wasn’t for Bilbo’s sudden need of hire.
“Let me think about it.” Mr. Baggins’s rubbed his temples with a sigh. “I’ll think about it.”
*Another Magical Time-skip!*
“Do you think he’ll sign it?” Will asked as the two plopped down against the wall.
“You saw that spark.” Harlow answered plainly. “He will.”
There was a certainty that would have edged anyone off in her voice. “I don’t know, I don’t think it’s strong enough.” Will responded, ignoring her tone. He had known Harlow long enough to know that she could easily disguise her emotions.
“You should know that the tiniest spark can start an inferno.” Harlow shot back, instantly regretting it when she saw Will’s face. They kept silent until they started to hear low singing coming from the living room.
“Far over the misty mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old,”
Harlow and Will froze, chills running up their spines.