Hey!
I wrote this a loonnng time ago, but I re found it recently and decided to post it.
It's short, sad but a little poetic.
Hope you'll like it.
The battle was done.
And Bilbo couldn't stop crying.
The tears were running through his cheeks, like a little rain.
He left Erebor with a broken heart and without saying goodbye to the last member of the Company still alive.
And during the whole journey through the Middle Earth, he was distant, lost in his mind, lost in his grief.
Most of the time, he wore a fake smile on his face, trying to hide his sadness but Gandalf knew. And Bilbo knew that Gandalf knew.
When the view of Hobbiton showed itself, his friend left him. That was what he was expected, Gandalf was a wizard, and wizards always traveled around the world.
So Bilbo ended his journey alone, at the opposite of how he started it.
He left full of hope and came back full of sorrow.
And of course, as he was gone, hobbits never left their hole for more than 6 months and he was gone for 2 years, some mean and stupid hobbits begun to sell his stuff.
He had to almost fight to get his furniture back, dealing inside his head with the weeps of not being the welcomed in his own house and on the outside with the thieves.
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Time has pass. But the pain was still there, beneath every smile, every sparkle of joy. The others hobbits knew that he has change but no one said a word, well… in front of him.
Every hobbit of Hobbiton knew that he saw horrible things during his disappearance but no one ever asked him, Bilbo thought that no one wanted to know.
That why, he continued his life, without bothering about the whispers on his way when he walked on the roads of Hobbiton.
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One day after another, he learned how to live again. Piece by piece, he rebuilt his wounded heart.
