AN: I don't own any of the hobbit characters I am just taking them out of Tolkien's toy box and playing with them.

Warning: feels.

You're Still The One.

The dwarves of Erebor gapped as a brown haired, robust looking hobbit dismounted a pony in front of the main gates. The cry had gone out of 'rider sighted' almost two hours previously and many had raced to the gates to see who would be visiting them on the day of celebration. To most of those watching the hobbit was a stranger and an odd one at that. To one Captain of the Royal guard, he was a very old friend and was greeted as such. With Balin, Oin and Ori having left for Moria, the two eldest Ri brother's travelling to Ered Luin with Gloin, and the Urs He had been left alone and he couldn't help but burry his nose in the soft curls as he pulled the smaller male into a massive hug.

Word got out that the hobbit was actually the Burglar from the Company of Thorin Oakenshield and half of the population flooded the meeting hall to see how the king would welcome him. To their surprise Daín had laughed loudly, offered him rooms and waved him on his way, giving Dwalin the week off to show him around.

While the dwarves of Erebor were celebrating the twentieth year of the reclaiming two figures were in the Memorial Halls. On the tombs of Fìli Durinul and Kìli Durinul were simple posies of Forget-me-nots and Rosemary, placed there by the shaking hands of Dwalin and made by the returning burglar. The long fingers of the hobbit gripped the stem of a single Rose of Sharyn and he knelt reverently by the tomb of Thorin Oakenshield. Dwalin had retreated to the door and Bilbo laid a shaking hand on the smooth marble, placing the flower on the breast of the carved figure. "Even after all this time you're still the only one."