Authors Note
Hello everyone! The names Ace and this is my first story, so bare with me as I learn the ropes.
This is a story I have had in my head for the longest tim and i finally got the courage to type it up and post it.
I dont know if I will be able to post regularly and/or with a nice consistency in writing style.
Anyway here it goes!
Summary:Inquisitor!Bilbo; Before the events of the Hobbit, Bilbo went to the Conclave thanks to Gandalf, in honour of Middle Earth, a country on the otherside of the Frostbacks. He then went through the events of Inquisition, and returned home. Now he must call on his old friends once again, this time to reclaim Erebor and save Middle Earth.
Authors Note Ended
It was done...Corypheus has been defeated and the Anchor is gone.
"Thank the Maker it's over." I heard Blackw-Thom, it was Thom now wasn't it, say from down below me. I was above everyone on the ledge where Corypheus and I had our final confrontation.
I looked down at everyone as they began to gather to make their way up to where he was, I was struck with a wave of sadness and delight. Delight for they were alright, a little banged up, but otherwise okay. Sadness for what I was about to do.
Thank Yvanna they were alright, for I would be beside myself if anything happened to them. For what I have to do now, will surely hurt them as much as me. I would not be able to leave if they were hurt in anyway.
Still I have to leave, I'm not needed anymore, Corypheus is gone and the Breach is closed. They don't need to be burdened by me anymore. Burdened by the small halfling who barley knew how to fight, the halfling who was only useful until the job was done.
With that thought and tears in my eyes, I fell into the shadows of the ruins, and headed home to Hobbiton, over the Frostbacks and to the Shire.
As I traveled home, I thought of the letter left in the War Room, written to explain why I had to leave. Maker I'm going to miss them all. I'm going to miss playing chess with Dorian and Cullen, pranks with Sera even Vivienne and her cutting remarks on everything. But most of all, I'm going to miss Varric and Thom, who were always there for me, whether I needed a shoulder to cry on or protection in a battle, they were just always there.
But I have to go back, back to how it was before. Back before all this happened, back to my little hole and pretend that this never happened. For I am a Baggins, a respectable one at that and we Baggins don't go on adventures. We are not the Inquisitor, nor the Herald of Andraste. We are simple gentlehobbits at heart. I will always miss my friends-no- my family, but they are better off without me.
But little did I know, that I would be called upon again by the Grey Wizard, for yet another adventure.
This is the story of how I helped reclaim Erebor and somehow saved Middle Earth in the process. I really do have an 'affinity for trouble' as Varric used to say.
