To Have and To Hoard
When Gandalf strolled up the Bagshot Row towards Bag End, Bilbo Baggins was far from pleased.
He might have owed the wizard a favour, sure, though the old coot himself never even mentioned payback of any kind, but a suicidal quest to reclaim a homeland and slay a dragon with only thirteen dwarves, and not thirteen of the brightest at that, was a bit too much.
Then there was, of course, the issue of him being a dragon. Kind of. And even bigger issue of Goldlust that could only be controlled by a Tamer. But Bilbo's people were long dead and gone, and his potential Heart with them.
So why is his spirit all but purring at the sight of a certain pigheaded Dwarf King?