Laying on his death bed, in the last homely home of the elves, the Valar visit bilbo. Something went wrong, Frodo and Sam failed their task. Bilbo has been charged with going back, back to the very beginning. He is being sent back to his twenty fifth year of age. With just a short twenty-five years before he is meant to go on his grand adventure. He means to make the very most of those years, even if that means he will be dubbed the "Mad Baggins" long before the adventure with the dwarves of Erebor.

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Previously:

Yavanna took over then, "Immediately. You will replace the old bilbo and nothing will be changed in the last timeline. You will tell no-one you are from the future until after the ring is destroyed, do you understand?" Bilbo nodded, feeling slightly delirious, he was going on an adventure again. And this time? He was going to do it right.

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Yavanna quickly ushered Bilbo over to the rest of the Valar. She spoke quickly, words spilling out of her mouth like she was scarcely breathing. " As I said, the timeline will not have been diverted until you arrive there, but the spell we are sending you back with isn't exact. We are aiming to send you to back to 2915, but that isn't a guarantee. It may send you slightly before or slightly after." Bilbo nodded holding back a damn of emotions, knowing it probably showed on his face. The tall goddess pulled him across the valley, his much shorter legs struggling to keep up. She stopped short, and turned to Bilbo. "We all give you our blessings, little one." All the Valar, standing behind her, nodded along with her words.

Manwe stepped forward once more. " We are going to put you to sleep, as the time-travel process is supposed to be quite painful." Bilbo once again, only nodded. Overwhelmed and still slightly peeved at the ancient god for his words towards him earlier, Bilbo didn't have the strength of mind to say anything to the gods or goddesses. Before Bilbo had time to expand on that thought, Manwe reached his hand toward Bilbo, and Bilbo's world faded to black.

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Bilbo's entire world was hazy, he wondered if Elrond would let him sleep in without eating breakfast (a very unhobbitish sentiment, he knew). He smelled food being cooked from somewhere outside his room. It smelled like home, which couldn't be right, he was in rivendale.

Bilbo woke with a gasp from his bed. Looking around, he saw his bedroom. The bedroom of his childhood. He was panicking, he knew this. It didn't stop his breath from catching in his chest and it didn't stop the full body shivers that wracked through him. He rolled off the bed, blankets tangled around his legs, he fell to the polished hard wood floors with a solid thump. Bilbo tried taking deeper breaths, he was getting dizzy now, his vision seemed to darken. He knew he needed to get more air. Fumbling, he made his way to the window, gasping for air like a drowning man. He flung the window open with shaking hands, the moon hung high in the sky, its beams bearing down on him. Bilbo looked out at the shire, and looking at it only brought a knot to his throat, this was a shire that hadn't seen any war. That thought made his stomach turn to steel. He needed to calm down, but the thought of everything that had happened tore though any calm he could force upon himself. He sunk down below the window, unable to support his weight.

Sobs echoed through a room he hadn't seen since his parents died. Bilbo could do nothing but cry for all he had lost, and all he had to gain. Bilbo sobbed until he fell asleep, sitting on the floor below a window that looked out towards a home he had long ago lost.