Disclaimer: Tolkien's precioussss characters, not mine, alas.
Summary: How Bilbo got his foot out the door. Written for the "pack" prompt.
All of last night’s events seemed awfully sudden. Gandalf’s words struck a chord. Something stirred in his heart, listening to the dwarves sing that enchanting song last night.
Images of him helping out the dwarves flashed in his mind. Discovering lands only his books tried to describe. Why not see what was beyond the borders of the Shire? Why can’t he be the hero and bring in the gold?
He didn’t have time to think of what to pack. He thrust all that was necessary into his backpack and ran out the door.
It was time for a little adventure.