Threshie: I don't own LOTR! Please don't sue meeeeee! Also, this was written for school, as a little 'throw a character into a situation thing', so I don't plan on adding any more to it. ^^;; Sorry, peeps, I don't know much about LOTR at all, truth be told.

The two things I drew to write about (one was a character, the other a situation they would find themselves in) were 'Bilbo Baggins' and 'no money'. ^^;; But, on the back of 'no money' was the word 'life', so I decided to make it a duel thing, and write about how Bilbo Baggins would live without money. ^^;; I know, I'm weird. Anyway, enjoy my ficcy, in all it's three-paragraph-glory.

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Bilbo Baggins' Bankrupt

"No money," Bilbo moaned to himself for the thousandth time, "I have no money! What am I going to do? How am I going to feed myself? How am I going to feed my guests, if I should have any?" And, indeed, it was a dire problem. A hobbit without money was like a dragon without fire—starved--, and Bilbo's treasury had finally run out. The only solution for this situation would be to go out adventuring again, and find some sort of treasure, he knew, but he remembered his last adventure. Oh, what a fright that experience had been! Trolls had tried to eat him, goblins to broil him, spiders to suck his juices out and a dragon to smoke him with its fiery breath!

He shivered at the very memory of all those ghastly, frightening times, but there was no other way that he knew of to acquire money. Aside from stealing, which he highly disapproved of, and which would be too much work, anyhow, and working, which was a hobbit's very last resort, used only when all else had failed. And all else had not failed, for Bilbo had not tried adventuring or any other means of money-making yet. Going to the chest at the end of his bed, the hobbit opened the oak container and, after much rummaging and pushing aside of other stored and forgotten articles, withdrew the battered scabbard of his old adventuring sword, Sting, along with the blade, itself, carefully enclosed within.

As he strapped on his adventuring gear, a feeling of apprehension at the fact that he would now have no traveling companions filling him, he thought back on his book and autobiography, There And Back Again: A Hobbit's Journey. I am afraid it isn't truly finished anymore, he thought with a sigh, knowing that if he tried adventuring again, many more troubles and exciting but terrifying experiences were liable to come his way. Slinging his pack over his shoulder and opening the door of his cozy, warm and welcoming hobbit hole, Bilbo sighed and stepped out into the big, adventurous and terribly exciting world. The hobbit's journey was not over yet.