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The last thing I remember was being on a boat, sailing off to the Undying Lands with my beloved nephew Frodo. I was 131 years old, much older than a Hobbit like myself should have been, though I contributed my advanced aging to that blasted ring!
When I woke, I noticed immediately that I was not on a ship, nor did I have the achings of being a rather old hobbit. My eyes shifted open and I gasped.
There I was, sitting in my old room in Bag End. Not the one I had left when I had departed for Rivendell, no, this was the prim and proper room I had kept when I had been younger, unexperienced with the cruelties in the world. Before the adventure that changed my life forever.
I sat up in my bed, my eyes searching out the nearest mirror. As my stood up, my large feet hitting the cool floor, I took a deep breath. There was no pain in my joints, no aching of my feet, nothing. I felt spectacular! I walked over to the mirror and gasped again.
Looking back at me was a face I had not seen in 80 or more years.
Could this be the afterlife? Is this my punishment for being a ring-bearer? I did not think Eru could be so cruel as to give anyone such a fate. Perhaps this is just a second chance. A way to right my wrongs in the world.
I quickly dressed and sat outside my hobbit hole, smoking my Old Toby, just enjoying the scenery of the Shire again. When I noticed a tall man in grey walking towards me, I smiled to myself.
Everything will be fine, just act normal!
"Good morning, Gandalf." I said as he approached. His eyebrows raised as he stood tall in front of me.
"Quite a good morning to you as well, Bilbo Baggins. Though I am quite surprised you remember who I am." Gandalf said smiling down at me.
"How could I ever forget the wandering wizard my mother spoke so fondly of? Nor could I forget your brilliant display of fireworks from Old Took's parties!" I told him cheerfully. "What, may I ask, would bring a wizard such as yourself back to the Shire?" I asked quickly.
"I am looking for someone to share in an adventure." Gandalf said as he poised himself.
"Us Baggins's don't usually go on adventures much, but seeing as I am part Took, I believe an adventure might be just what I need. I am the son of Belladonna Took, after all! Perhaps you can explain to me this adventure of yours over dinner tonight?" I asked, trying not to sound so excited or nervous about the prospect of having thirteen dwarves in my home again.
"My, my, Bilbo Baggins, you do know quite how to surprise an old wizard. Dinner it shall be, then!" Gandalf said chuckling to himself.
"See you tonight then, good morning!" I said, getting my mail as I placed my pipe back in my mouth and walked back inside my freshly painted green door.
After a few moments of standing on the other side of my door, I heard him place the mark and felt myself slide down to the ground.
How could I face them again? My friends, my companions that I saw die? The young princes, too young to deserve the fate they were given, brothers that I loved like my own children! My dear friends Balin and Ori, who gave their lives trying to reclaim Moria from the Orcs, bravely. And Thorin Oakenshield, King under the Mountain. The dwarf that had never escaped my thoughts for eighty years after his death.
I would do this. I would do this for them. I was given a second chance for a reason, and that reason was to save the lives of those I loved. I would give my own life to see theirs restored again. Thorin would be the rightful King under the Mountain! And if I were going to do it right this time, I would need to start cooking!
I placed several hams, chickens, and lamb in the smoker to cook while I went to the market and gathered even more supplies. I was going to make a feast!
I placed the vast amounts of food on my table, which I had moved two adjoining tables to the ends, making it much larger for my various guests.
I had practically cleaned out my pantry, doing so before the dwarves could get in there and destroy it, and the entire table was covered in various foods. I vaguely recalled the first dwarf to arrive would be Dwalin.
When I had first met him, he had been quite intimidating, but I knew he had a good heart. Even he had cried, seeing his best friend and his nephews fall.
I heard the bell ring outside my door and I walked to the door taking in a deep breath before opening it, seeing the tall, intimidating-looking dwarf on the other side.
Okay, so I've been writing this one for a little while and finally decided to share! If you have a problem with slash or durincest, then just don't read or comment. I don't want people bashing the story because of those things. I love you all, BEX.