Don't Leave Me
What if none of the Company survived the war of the five armies?
What if Bilbo was the only one who lived on? How would he cope?
Can he even cope at all?
Umm my first M fic so please be nice as I have tried.
All right go to J. R. R. Tolkien I own nothing
Love Bilbo XXX
We were all together just a few days ago all of us. Just after the reclamation of Erebor the dragon had caused so much damage, it was not going to be liveable for a long while even with the master ship of the mountains that the dwarfs had. But even with battle wounds a fresh and aches as well as pains of old it was worth it to see my closest friends happy at last! They were so happy I can barely begin to describe, the joy that had light up their features no end.
But that was gone now and I was alone now, of course I was back in the Shire surrounded by others like me that also cared for me. But I couldn't help it, feeling alone the only people who had truly accepted me and appreciated me for who I am. But the gold madness soon overtook Thorin and after some events which are still too painful to go over I was left here alone, all alone no one is able to understand me here. They try they truly truly do but I still feel all alone I am unable to feel anything for those that remain around me.
Then Frodo arrived I do truly love the boy and for a time his company and affection made me feel better, but a pick me up like that only lasts so long and after a time the darkness began to once again overtake. A long time ago I realized that my heart did not lie in the soft sweet rolling hills of the Shire, or my safe and warm hobbit hole. Not matter what I tried to convince myself what should have been a fragrant spring; come afresh from the tiresome repetitiveness of winter became a dark place. A place where only nightmares revealed themselves to my tired and worn eye's my heart longed to leave this place, and having faced such as well as knowing what horror's awaited outside the shire. My body screamed for it as well joining the sorrowful lament of my heart forming a truly heart-breaking song if also taken into account the whispered yearning's of my soul. I had to leave this place.
It was long before dawn and my pony was already fully packed ready to go on one last journey with me Myrtle (not sure if correct name leave in comment if wrong) seemed to know where we were going because for the first time in years she galloped with a speed that took my breath away, I would laugh nut I haven't the heart.