This story was requested by a friend of mine. I do not own anything that belongs to Tolkien.


"Good night Teddy," Bilbo replied as he fell asleep.

The next morning found Tom, Bilbo, and Beorn at cross roads. They said their goodbyes and parted ways. Beorn shifted into bear form and went east. Tom went back home to be with Goldberry. And Bilbo turned back toward home. It would be thirty-one years till the next meeting, and it all started when thirteen dwarves and a wizard invaded Bilbo's home.


The night before had been chaotic. The dwarves had pillaged his pantry, threw his mother's dishes around, and then sat down to talk about a suicide mission to reclaim a mountain from a dragon. And how did Bilbo fit in to all of this? Well, Gandalf had told the dwarves that he would make an excellent burglar. So now here he was with dwarves and a wizard riding a pony towards the boarders of the Shire. As they were passing through the old forest near sunset, Bilbo got an idea.

"Wait!" Bilbo called to the rest of the company.

"What is it now Burglar?" Thorin asked in and annoyed voice.

"I have a suggestion. Night is coming and we need to find a place to sleep. I just happen to know someone that may be willing to let us take refuge in his home." Bilbo replied.

"Who would that be Bilbo?" asked Gandalf.

"His name is Tom Bombadil. I meet him thirty-one years ago when I was nineteen around the age of a twelve year old human."

"Well let's not waste time lead the way, Burglar." Thorin said.

Bilbo turned his pony down a path that the dwarves had missed seeing. Even though it was so long ago that Bilbo had been at Tom's house he had drawn and memorized the pathway to his house. Soon they came up to a wooden gate. Bilbo got off his pony and the rest of the company followed his lead. Going up to the door, Bilbo knocked two times.

"Just a minute!" called a familiar jolly voice from inside. Soon the door was opened and there stood Tom Bombadil. "And who are you?" He asked looking at Bilbo.

"Tom, you may not remember me, but you once saved me and a friend of mine from a group of thieves thirty-one years ago." Bilbo said adding, "Bilbo Baggins, at your service."

Tom frowned thinking about the information and the name. The hobbit in front of him seemed familiar. Where had he heard that name before? A memory of a small child with big green eyes, curly honey golden hair, and a chubby face came to mid. Tom's eyebrows shot up and he looked at the hobbit. Sure enough there were the green eyes, curly honey golden hair, and a face that (even though the hobbit had grown into) looked so familiar.

"Little Bunny?" He asked. Bilbo's face just lit up. Without warning, Tom started laughing. "I can't believe after all these years you would come and visit me. I thought that you had forgotten about me."

"We Baggins' never forget a friend." Bilbo said.

"Well, come in I'm not going to make you stand out here all night." Tom said as he opened the door all the way to let his guest in. "Sit down please. I will get something for you all to eat and then you and I have much to catch up on, Bilbo."

Bilbo nodded. This was going to be a long but pleasant night


Please tell me what you think.

I don't know what the age equivalent in human years is to hobbit ages, so if it's not right just go with it. So just to clear things up, when Tom, Bilbo, and Beorn met for the first time Bilbo was nineteen, about the equivalent of a twelve year old human child, and Beorn was twelve. I figured that there would not be an age difference between skin-changers and humans.