Author's Note: My first fanfiction! Even though it's reeaallllyyy short, don't kill me and please read. If you want to point out my mistakes, please don't curse. I used this for my English project :)
BTW, this is a one-shot.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Hobbit and I probably never will. Which is fine by me of course…COOKIE! (::)
Reflecting
Twenty years later, a certain hobbit lay on his comfy bed, thinking about his past. It had been many years since Dwalin, Balin, Kili, Fili, Dori, Ori, Oin, Gloin, Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, Thorin and himself, Bilbo Baggins, had gone to The Lonely Mountain to raid the treasures from Smaug. Twenty years since said dragon (Smaug) had been killed. Thinking back on how he was like before, a hobbit who had wanted absolutely nothing to do with adventures. A hobbit who would have never believed that he would go on any adventures – much less be a burglar on such a dangerous adventure to raid gold, silver and all kinds of jewels from a very dangerous dragon like Smaug the Magnificent at The Lonely Mountain with thirteen dwarves and a wizard named Gandalf (only sometimes to save their lives). Bilbo Baggins chuckled to himself. Then, his train of thought wandered to Fili, Kili and Thorin and his moment of humour was replaced by a wave of sadness. Their deaths took quite a toll on the group but now, they could do nothing to change that fact.
Occasionally, some of the dwarves in the group would visit him and in turn, he would visit them at The Lonely Mountain (which was not very lonely now with so many people). After all, it would seem a little unfair to leave the dwarves to do all the walking and just allowing Bilbo to sit in his comfy little hobbit-hole, now, wouldn't it? Bilbo also tended to visit the elves, Lake-men and all of his other friends that he had made from time to time. Even now, Bilbo was contemplating about visiting all his friends once again.
Deciding not to dwell on that thought, he turned his thoughts to his nieces and nephews. They had accepted his presents with a hint of reluctance. They were now living happy lives. A few of them were inspired by their uncle and had gone on their own little adventures – nothing too big, mind you. Although most of them still preferred to live comfortably without much excitement.
Bilbo sighed happily. He was content with how he was living right now, just being in his hobbit-hole with regular meals and no impending danger, having his friends over for tea and in general, having a peaceful life. Suddenly, he yawned loudly and his eyelids drooped. Soon enough, the hobbit was asleep, snoring away comfortably and this time, not dreaming about bacon and eggs but instead, dreaming about the places he had been to.
Word count: Approximately 421
Many thanks to my dear friend The Princess Andromeda. Yeah yeah…Once again, thank you for reading if you took time to actually read this.