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Bilbo leaned against the wall.
He could hear his young cousin, Frodo, playing in his room. Sounds of joy and adventure spilled from the child's mouth, making Bilbo's heart ache with longing.
"Take that, ugly mongrels!" A swipe in the air, and a "Ha!"
Bilbo remembered, vividly, the quest to Erebor, and what it had cost him. Gandalf, in all his wizardly wisdom, was right. He had come back, changed. Whether it was for better, or worse, Bilbo knew not. He was just… changed.
"Die Azog!" A triumphant roar from the boy, and Bilbo's lips curled into a sad smile.
