It was black. Only the faint buzz from inside his ear could confirm that he was alive. But he was stiff and couldn't move despite the tingle of the cool breeze on his skin.
"He told you what happened with the dragon?"
"Yes kind of, it was muddled and crazy, but he finished before passing out."
"Do you think he will be ok?"
"Ohhh i don't see why not."
"This is no joke Gandalf, he is sick."
"Ah mentally yes but you're forgetting one thing."
"What"
"He is Bilbo"
And with that the sound of talking grew fainter as the chamber door then would his body allow him to sit up slowly, his arms struggling to support his weight as he dragged himself up. Bilbo laid in a faintly lit room. It was grand and open. The sunrise was filtering through the open double doors to the foot of his bed. The doors allowed cool air to fill the room.
Bilbo rustled his hair and rubbed his eyes. He was weak and even the cool breeze made him shudder. He couldn't remember anything, his last memory was being lead by Gandalf towards riven dale. He didn't even remember arriving. Bilbo was nervous but he crawled out of bed and shut the doors in front of him. Instantly much warmer he paced. His legs were so week he wobbled and he was unsure of where he was. Or even when he was. How long had he been out? Or at least out of his mind.
Vine grew around the top of the roof and nature itself seemed to take over in the chamber. It was comforting to see something other than hills, but it wasn't home.
He could use his hobbit hole any time now. He needed the comfort of the warm fire and his brown wooden white tiles were awfully cold on his feet so he struggled back over to the large four poster bed of which he was awoken. The door creaked open. It seems as though the click of the double doors closing disturbed the people outside.
" Bilbo!" Gandalf laughed, "its good to see you walking."
"It feels more like dying" Bilbo replied. He was feeling sick and his head was pounding. "I suppose any lack of food and encountering a famous dragon will do that to you." Gandalf continued to chuckle, he seemed in a really good mood. Bilbo just looked at him unamused then pulled the covers tight around him. They were silk and finely elvish made. "Rivendale." Pause. "I made it here then."
"In time for the feast to! Although you ate everyone else food with your appetite. You also jabbed on about Smaug and death. Well of course that was before arguing with an elf mistress then passing out." Bilbo suddenly remembered. The elf had passed him in the crowd. For some reason she annoyed Bilbo and he lept at her with insults. "oh dear, oh dear, oh dear! What would my mother say with this disregard for manners?" Bilbo cried.
Gandalf laughed once more. "you will leave when in good strength, i trust you are eager to get home?"
"Can i? Do i deserve it?" Bilbo muttered
" I figure that if its fate that Smaug saw then late fate continue, don't force any actions yourself." Gandalf replied.
Bilbo suddenly inflated. He tried to stand up then stumbled. It wasn't long till Gandalf was hoisting him up. "I'm strong enough to go home I promise! Me and you! It will be a great journey home! Oh but i must thank the elves for their hospitality, and apologise for-
"Bilbo i shall not be accompany you. This is you adventure not mine." Bilbo didn't even wish to respond. He just sat on the corner of the bed in thought. "You know what i miss Gandalf?" Gandalf just looked at him intently. "My pipe, I havnt smoked in almost a year now." Gandalf seemed to almost bawl over in laughter this time. He was so happy around Bilbo. Gandalf needed no words. He simply pulled the pipe from his cloak and handed it to him.
He tapped the end of the pipe. "You know one day i will make the biggest smoke ring, even bigger than you!" Bilbo said weakly. He looked much healthier already. " Oh you know what Bilbo boy, I don't doubt it at all. And they sat smoking and talking for hours. Like life time friends. The sun rose, and the elves came and went. Till Bilbo finally seemed like Bilbo again.