A poem from Bilbo's point of view abut the way he thinks of the world now. Set probably a few years after he returns to the Shire.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Hobbit.
If there be a road to walk,
Oh I wish that my feet will travel it,
I seen so much already,
I am forever changed
and wish to be forever changing.
I love these green hills
and this tree,
For they are my unchanging anchor in everything in my world,
For sometimes at night,
I go to sleep and dragon fire
still haunts my dreams
and the heat still sears my skin,
While a deep wily voice
rumbles through all of me.
And sometimes,
I dream of a far of misty peak
I saw in an adventure
I sometimes wish I could describe as a dream
yet is far too real,
And though years have passed
and I can see the good, see the light,
I cannot deny
that there is still pain
somewhere under my heart
every time I think of those who are gone.
But the roads are still there,
And so are friends,
There are still parts of the world I have not yet seen,
Songs I have not heard
and have not sung,
And though dragon fire still sometimes haunts my dreams,
And the smile of a king and princes are forever lost to me,
I am not afraid of this world
and not weighed down by loss
but driven by friendship and hope.
For if I, a little hobbit,
Can know the graces of thirteen great dwarves,
Trade words with a dragon,
See a city on a lake,
Find a magic ring,
Befriend a wizard,
Befriend one set of elves and escape from another,
Ride on a barrel
and wield a magic toothpick,
How can I not believe there is something beautiful,
something worth my life out there?
And how can I be weighed down by loss
when I had something most may only dream about
if they knew what it was like?
So loss will hurt me but not drag me down,
And the world does not scare me,
But enraptures me.
So if there is a road,
I wish my feet may travel it,
If there is a story to write,
I wish that I may live it.
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