I know things like this are technically against the site's rules, but I feel that I owe you readers a proper apology and, with how many people are/were following this story, a private message to you all just wouldn't have been feasible.

I need to apologize to you all who have been faithfully waiting for an update for this story, because I'm afraid I won't be continuing Finding Their Place.

The last few years have been really hard for my family in many ways and, well, I've been doing my best to be the rock that keeps things somewhat stable. Starting around mid-April of 2014, though, things started to come to a head. My mother, who's always had health troubles, began having some stress-related illnesses and we found out my father needed eye surgery.

About June-July, things seemed to start getting better after my dad's surgery, but then my mom was hospitalized overnight due to a hardcore panic attack and panic-attack-induced asthma attack (try saying that ten times fast!) and I was left having to take care of her since dad works twelve hour days. And that was on top of already having to take care of three dogs, clean the house, and make dinner. Thankfully, she improved and has since been working with our doctor to get her the right anti-anxiety meds.

Around the beginning of August, though, I started noticing that something was up with me. At first, I just shrugged it off, thinking it was just stress from all the insanity going on around me. By September, however, I knew something was wrong because I was suffering from insomnia and I was constantly breaking down into crying fits. So, it was my turn to go to the doctor's office and lo! and behold, turns out I have moderate-to-severe depression. I'm now on anti-depressants and I'm doing much better, but things are still…well, they're not the best, but they're better than they were.

But there's absolutely no Hobbit-related inspiration left in me. Due to a combination of things, I've found myself somewhat forced out of the movie-fandom. I'm still utterly in love with the book and Tolkien's other writings and the movies (save for BOFA –I have yet to see it), don't get me wrong, but…I don't really know how to describe it, to be honest. I just feel like I don't belong in it? Yeah. That's about right. So, yeah, the inspiration to continue has just kind of left and I know it won't return any time soon.

Secondly, I need to apologize for how long it took me to get this apology written up. I should have done this quite a while ago when I first realized I wouldn't be able to continue Finding Their Place, but things just got…well, as you read, they got a little crazy. Although, I will hopefully earn some forgiveness from you all, because I'm going to give you a summary of what would have happened if I had continued on.

So, this is what would have happened:

Baylee and Dís were going to go off to Lond Daer, taking that route through Rohan. Along the way, I had planned on them meeting up with some of Baylee's maternal relatives and getting some horses. From there, they head west. They were going to run into trouble near the right area only to be rescued by a group of rangers. After being questioned by the rangers and found to be innocent of any crimes, they would have found out that the leader and second-in-command of the group were Baylee's paternal grandparents (remember, she's half Dúnedain thanks to Warren).

Meanwhile, Mannus is trying his damnedest to get the Tankard for himself. Bard, Bofur, and the Ladies of the Inn (aka Wenna, Adela, and Galiene) are also doing their damnedest to prevent that from happening. It doesn't help that Mannus and some of his cronies started spreading rumors about the owners and whatnot…Will and Warren, though, are left unable to help since they're in jail. Poor them. But Bofur does come to visit them both and asks for permission to marry Baylee. The two of them heartily agree to that.

Her grandparents help her and Dís locate the Horn and take the two of them to Hobbit, where they meet up with Bilbo and spend the rest of late winter-early spring with him, due to them needing the mountain passes to not be so blizzard-y.

Oh, and did I forget to mention that, during this, Baylee's been unknowingly pregnant? Because she is, at least until Bag End. She gives birth to a set of twins, a boy and a girl who don't get names until they return to Dale. Using the excuse that any child, let alone two children, of Bofur's are going to be a handful and a half, Bilbo joins them on their journey back to Dale. After all, it's the polite thing to do and he is a gentlehobbit.

So they get back to Dale and the very first thing Baylee does is march straight into Bard's throne room and demand an audience with both him and Mannus before the elder assembly folks. Mannus comes, tries to say that the horn she brought isn't the real Horn and is all like 'Prove it'. So, she and Bard drink from it. Nothin' happens. Mannus drinks from it.

Ends up barfing. Also ends up getting pretty sick.

So, with the Horn being proven as real, Mannus is forced to drop the charges. But he also wants nothing to do with the Horn now, since it proved him to be an ass, so he 'kindly' gifts it to the king. Will and Warren are released from jail, everyone meets back up at the inn, and are promptly surprised by Bilbo and the babies. Not just Baylee's babies, mind you, but Lovisa and Bofur's child as well. I…can't remember the name I had picked out for her, sadly.

Needless to say, Will and Warren go a wee bit overprotective and give Bofur the sort of look that would make normal males piss themselves in fear. Bofur, however, promptly proposes to Baylee. He had planned to do such a thing all along, but…well. Y'know.

When things calm down a bit and get back to semi-normal, Bofur suggests they name the girl Éolynna after Baylee's mom. She agrees to that, but that still leaves the boy without a name. Jokingly, he then suggests Éofur, since it has the 'ofur' of his name, but the 'É' of her mother's name and Baylee likes it. Thus, Éolynna and Éofur finally get their names and the story would have come to a close.

Some final notes you may enjoy: Baylee and Bofur end up having a grand total of six kids: Éolynna and Éofur, Lazuli (female), Dâfur (male), Khalîd (male), and Poppy (female) with Poppy being a completely unplanned accident who's a good 10-15 years younger than Khalîd.

Bifur and Lovisa end up with two children: Their daughter and a son. I'm still trying my best to remember what I had named them, but I'm drawing a blank…

I really appreciate everyone who reads this story, no matter what. It started out as a silly little thing I started on a whim and turned into something greater as time wore on. I honestly do wish I had the drive to continue writing it (even iTunes seems to agree; it's played nothing but Tolkien music since I created this document over two hours ago, and it's on shuffle…), but…well, crap happens :(

I will continue to write, however! It's just a matter of getting my inspiration back. I'm slowly getting back into the artistic groove; I've been drawing more lately. I don't know if I'll do anymore fanfiction (outside of the Legend of Zelda one I've been tweaking the plot of for like…five years…), but I do have a lot of ideas for original novels. On the off chance that any of you want to keep up with that sort of thing, you can find me over on tumblr as senor-water-moose and renovek (general blog and art blog, respectively). I'm also on deviantart as renovek and quidditch-wench (original and fanart accounts, respectively).

With all that typed out and the time now reaching 1:30am, I bring this apology 'chapter', and this story, to a close. Again, I'm sorry I can't finish this story for you all, but I really hope that little summary of what was going to happen helped bring some sort of closure to you all. I know it's not the proper ending many of you were hoping for after all this time, but it's the best I can do and I hope it's enough.

I can't thank you all enough for reading and for understanding. For nearly two years, all you readers stuck with me through fun times and through bad times, both fictional and real.

In the words of a beloved dwarrow, "I wish you all the luck in the world."