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Akashuga - Hobbit

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Bilbo was 19 when the dreams started. At first it was only glimpses' of men with magnificent beards, a campfire in a murky forest or dark caves littered with gold. He would often forget the dreams in the morning, or simply think that his imagination was running wild. But as time went on, the dreams got more detailed and he remembered everything when he woke. Often he would wake with the sound of merry laughter in his ears or to the sound of metal against metal and a scream on his lips.

He began to write it down, and slowly he filled book after book as the dreams showed. Some books were about the dwarfs cooking skills, others about defeating a dragon living deep within a mighty mountain. Bilbo slowly began to suspect that it wasn't simply dreams anymore and as time went he came to believe that they were memories of his past.

When Bilbo was 25 he had it all written down, either in thick books or on carefully crafted maps and drawings. He began to look for the others, for surely he couldn't be the only one to be recreated? He started carefully, searching his companion's names on the internet and tried to gain access to the human register of Brittan. But no matter what he did, he couldn't find them. They could he anywhere in the world and he had no way to find them.

At the age of 29 he had all but given up on ever finding them. He hid among his books, dreaming of a time long lost among the humans, a time filled with proud elves, a pale orc, a grey wizard and brave dwarves. It was then, at one of his more depressing days, that he got an idea, an idea so wild that he immediately pushed it away. But as time went on, he slowly got more desperate and eventually he accepted the idea.

With new found hope, he grabbed his laptop and some of his beloved books, and began to write. He changed it along the way of course, letting some of the tale stay in his books, while adding some small edits to the truth; among that was a slight change to everybody's name.

It took him almost a year, doing which, he several times was about to abandon the whole thing. But when he saw the first copy in a bookstore and heard how people loved his work, he allowed himself to hope that maybe, maybe the others would read it and remember, maybe they would come to him.

So it was with a bounce in his steps and an army of nervous butterflies in his stomach, as he went to open the door, only two months after he had published his book.

He had dreamed of many different persons standing outside that door, but he was taken with stunned surprise as he saw the giant of a pale man standing before him.

"Hello Akashuga."