Hey guys! I was listening to Bilbo's Song (from The Return of the King's extended soundtrack) the other day and I decided to search for the English translation of the lyrics, and it made me think "Well, here's something Bilbo could have written while in Rivendell". And voilá, here's the result. Obviously, the lyrics are not mine.
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Bilbo Baggins sat by the fire in the room that had been granted to him upon his arrival on Rivendell, a blank sheet of parchment on his lap. Taking the quill, he dipped it in the ink-pot but did not lift it again to begin writing. Instead, he wondered about his life so far. Some said his life had been queer, troubled even, but he could not disagree more. In fact, he thought of himself as truly blessed, blessed to have been able to see all he had seen.
He had nearly seen it all. He removed the quill from the ink-pot and remembered all the summers spent in the Shire. All the hikes through the fields. All the afternoons spent smoking his pipe under the warmth if the sun.
"I sit beside the fire and think
Of all that I have seen,
Of meadow-flowers and butterflies
In summers that have been;"
And all the autumns too. He was rather fond of the autumn. He remembered that autumn, that adventure that had changed his life forever. He remembered the plains and the mountains, the valleys and the caves, and also the dangers they had faced. Would he have had it any other way? Bilbo shook his head and wrote.
"Of yellow leaves and gossamer
In autumns that there were,
With morning mist and silver sun
And wind upon my hair."
A fierce wind whipped the tiny primroses Bilbo carefully kept in pots, a way of remembering Bag End and his dear Frodo. Bilbo could not help noticing that summer's end had been colder than any before. Perhaps it was a sign, a warning that it was time to depart. But what next? He dipped the quill in the ink.
"I sit beside the fire and think
Of how the world will be
When winter comes without a spring
That I shall ever see."
There was much he still wanted to do, much he still wanted to see and many he still wanted to meet again. The world was constantly changing, renewing itself, and Bilbo wished he could stay forever to see all that change.
"For still there are so many things
That I have never seen.
In every wood in every spring
There is a different green."
He could not help feeling a twinge of jealousy, thinking of those who were still to come. They would see the world restored and fear not, for no shadow could come upon them again, as it had happened in the days of old.
"I sit beside the fire and think
Of people long ago,
And people who will see a world
That I shall never know."
But one thing he wanted more than to linger forever on Middle-earth. He dipped the quill in the ink one last time.
"But all the while I sit and think
Of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet
And voices at the door."
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