You toppled in the night my world seemed to crack
And crumble down.
My eyes met yours, at first I was displeased, even
You made a jest and beamed a brilliant smile
Up at me.
I first I desired not to go…but in the
Night a vision of you came into
My sleeping sight.
So I off I went and joined
The quest…for if I knew
If I did not try I'd
Loose my chance to love
The best.
Only you supported me…begged me
Not to go…I remember your hand
Upon my shoulder…and my heart
Moved in a way I think very few
Souls will ever know.
We came so close to never
Having what we knew wanted…
It was you that go me
Through it each time…I
Was stricken and undaunted.
I thought I would lose you to the
Beast and its horrid flame…
But like you always do you
Pulled me close and proved
Me wrong again.
For months only ink and parchment
Were all we had…the days were long
And the nights very sad.
The one day, there rang the door, and
I found my heart finally healed and
I wasn't lonely any more.
"Is tha' it?" Bofur asked as he stretched and lay his head in Bilbo's lap, "It's quite nice after all…ye should keep adding to it."
Bilbo smirked and tapped Bofur's nose with a free finger just before he began to roll the parchment up.
"It's fine the way it is, I think," the Hobbit explained, then with a smile He added: "Besides there's only so much of us I want to give away to others. All they need to know…is that your are mine and I am yours."