[In his current timeline he had not yet had the pleasure of actually meeting the Elvenking yet, only watching him and those below him from the shadows until he could help the Dwarves escape their prisons.
It was an extremely awkward position for him to be in and while seemingly necessary (confounded Thorin with his blasted temper) he could not shake the guilt he felt staying in a home (unknowingly) unwelcome and uninvited. Somehow he would have to repay the King for Bilbo was nothing if not at least decently well-mannered.
So imagine his surprise when he is approached by the Elfking himself. Bilbo straightens up, the locket in his hand forgotten for the moment in favor for Thranduil's friendly words. Something didn't add up here.]
Certainly I am Bilbo, but a magnificent Hobbit is doubtful. [As does the title Elf-friend, but he'll roll with the punches here as best he can.] No, I am but a simple Hobbit, your Majesty.
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It was an extremely awkward position for him to be in and while seemingly necessary (confounded Thorin with his blasted temper) he could not shake the guilt he felt staying in a home (unknowingly) unwelcome and uninvited. Somehow he would have to repay the King for Bilbo was nothing if not at least decently well-mannered.
So imagine his surprise when he is approached by the Elfking himself. Bilbo straightens up, the locket in his hand forgotten for the moment in favor for Thranduil's friendly words. Something didn't add up here.]
Certainly I am Bilbo, but a magnificent Hobbit is doubtful. [As does the title Elf-friend, but he'll roll with the punches here as best he can.] No, I am but a simple Hobbit, your Majesty.