Hey guys! Long time no see! This little plot bunny would not leave alone..its a very….lets say weird short story…very strange indeed.

Anyway I hope you enjoy it!

Hello my fellow creatures.

My name is Bilbo Baggins.

Inside I have become 76 years old.

Outside I have stayed the same at 51 years old. Give or take a few.

I relive my life over and over again, still adorned in the same red waist coat I was first created in. as the pages flash by my adventure begins again and I prepare to live the life I know so well. Because dear fellows, I do not really exist.

I live in a world where anything can happen if someone has the imagination to wish it real.

A character in a book will never be real, not really. No matter how much I wish I was real.

If I were real, I would not have to relive the death of so many dear friends, knowing that no matter how hard I wish for it, I will never be able to change their fate.

The book. My book.

It is a prison. I long for the life of the creators, they are free to fly, to run, to live. To die if they want to. The characters on the other hand, only fly, run, live and die at their command.

They do not have to live this hell. Repeatedly.

If they have a hellish life, they can end it, or escape it. We cant.

None of you can truly know what this feels like.

No one except us characters.

It feels claustrophobic you know?

Imagination. That is the cause of this.

Next time creators, if you must create us, if you must create a story, please create one with a happy ending where none of us die.

But that is too much to hope for isn't it? For our voices are never truly heard, only silly little quotes are remembered.

I am meant to be in Middle-Earth.

That is what Tolkien wrote, this is what he promised.

He is our creator, the brilliant man who brought us to life, yet, we are not living, and we merely exist for others enjoyment.

I peered down excitedly at the worn old book in my hands. I must have read it at least a hundred times already, if not more. I sighed contentedly as I opened up the first page and began to read.