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1 year later

Year 3001 of the 3rd age

Aear POV

I slowly opened my eyes as I welcomed the rising sun. Yawning, I stretched and rose from my bed in front of the fire in the sitting room. Bilbo and Frodo were still asleep they wouldn't be up for a few more hours.

I walked to the window that they left open for me since I like to go outside to watch the sun rise then fall and greet the moon as it ascended into the night sky. Jumping out the window, I started climbing up to the top of the hill that was Bag End. I sat down and turned my head to the east to watch the sun rise. As I watched the golden orb I thought about the recent year's event. It was now one year exactly since I met the two hobbits. Life with them was so peaceful.

Looking back to those first few days I couldn't get over the shock about how Frodo and Bilbo treated me. Since the curse was placed on me and person man, elf, and dwarf had treated me with hostility because of the black magic.

However with them they treated me with kindness. Although all the other hobbits except Sam, Pippin, and Merry treated me with distain.

I heard pots clanging in the kitchen signaling to me that my new family was awake. Getting to my feet I walked back down the hill and jumped through the window and headed to the kitchen.

Frodo smiled at me as I entered the kitchen "Well hello there Aear, done watching the sun rise I see."

Wagging my tail I came to stand next to him as he prepared to make breakfast. Patting my head he set to work. Then Bilbo came in just as Frodo was finished.

"Well good morning Frodo, Aear. Oh that smells good Frodo," Bilbo stated happily.

"Thanks Bilbo," Frodo smiled at him as he carried the plated to the table and put my plate on the floor. Licking my lips I started to consume the delicious food.

Afterwards Bilbo went to the study as Frodo cleaned up. Grabbing his new book on the counter he turned to look at me.

"Aear, can you cover for me? Bilbo will want me to answer the door every time a well wisher came to the door."

Nodding my head I turned to walk to Bilbo's study. I couldn't blame Frodo really. Since Bilbo's party was tomorrow all of Hobbiton was coming to suck up to Bilbo.

I walked into the study where Bilbo was sitting at his desk brainstorming. He had decided to write a book about the time he had his adventure with Gandalf all those years ago. I knew Bilbo was planning to leave the Shire after his party and go on another adventure. I lied down at his feet as he picked up his quill and begun to write murmuring to himself.

"Ahrrmm… The twenty-second day of September in the year fourteen-hundred, by Shire-reckoning. Bag End, Bagshot Row, Hobbiton, Westfarthing, the Shire, Middle-Earth. The Third Age of this world, There and Back Again. A Hobbit's Tale, by Bilbo Baggins."

Turning the page he carried on in his nostalgic tone.

"Now… where to begin? Ah, yes. Hobbits have been living and farming in the four Farthings of the Shire for many hundreds of years. Quite content to ignore and be ignored by the world of the Big Folk — Middle-Earth being, after all, full of strange creatures beyond count. Hobbits must seem of little importance, being neither renowned as great warriors, nor counted among the very wise."

A knock on the door interrupted him.

"Frodo! Someone at the door!" Bilbo shouted to the empty house. Then returned to his writing.

"In fact, it has been remarked by some that the Hobbits' only real passion is for food."

A rather unfair observation, as we have also developed a keen interest in the brewing of ales, and the smoking of pipe-weed. But where our hearts truly lie is in peace and quiet, and good tilled earth. For all Hobbits share a love of things that grow. And yes, no doubt, to others our ways seem quaint. But today, of all days, it is brought home to me, it is no bad thing to celebrate a simple life."

More knocking on the door interrupted him.

" Frodo! The door!"

The knocking became even louder and persistent.

"Sticklebacks! Where is that boy? Frodo!" Bilbo shouted as he threw his quill down and went to answer the door.

Sighing I got to my feet and followed him. I knew that if I would be in the hobbits view as they tried to bribe Bilbo so they could be invited to the party. I sat down at the entrance and watched as Bilbo opened the door.

After Bilbo got rid of the bothersome hobbit he went right back to his writing. I liked to listen to him as he recounted his past events.

"And so, life in the Shire goes on, very much as it has this past Age… full of its own comings and goings, with change coming slowly, if it comes at all. For things are made to endure in the Shire, passing from one generation to the next. There's always been a Baggins, living here under the Hill… in Bag End. And there always will be."

I gazed at him as he looked over all of his old maps. Sighing he tossed the map aside and reached into his pockets. An alarmed look came upon his face as each second passed he became even more frustrated.

"Where's it gone," he whispered to himself.

Lifting my head I cocked it to the side as I looked at him with confusion.

He started to turn the house over as he searched for something. Finally he reached deeper into his waist pocket. Sighing in relief he pulled out the object of his thoughts and closes his hand around it.

I knew now what he was searching for. That cursed ring of his. I could tell that the ring was still sleeping and for that I was deeply grateful.

Turning around Bilbo saw me in the hallway looking at him in confusion. Smiling at me he went to pat my head as he looked at me with apology in his eyes. He started down the hallway back to his study.

Another knock at the door interrupted Bilbo again.

Without moving from his spot he shouted, "No thank you! We don't want any more visitors, well-wishers or distant relations!"

"And what about very old friends?" An aged voice came from the door.

Bilbo jumped to his feet in shock and dashed to the door. I quickly followed after him wondering who would cause this kind of reaction from Bilbo.

Bilbo opened the door.

Standing there towering over Bilbo was an old man with gray hair and a long beard clothed in gray robes and with a light blue pointed hat on his head. In his hand was a twisted staff made from brown wood.

I knew then who it was thanks to Bilbo's stories. This was Gandalf the Great the very same person who had pushed Bilbo out this very door and onto his adventure.

"Gandalf?" Bilbo said shockingly.

"Bilbo Baggins!" the wizard stated in his aged voice.

"My dear Gandalf!" Bilbo rushed forward eagerly to give his old companion a hug.

"Good to see you! One hundred and eleven years old — who would believe it? You haven't aged a day."

Laughing Bilbo came back to the door inviting Gandalf inside.

After Bilbo closed the door he rushed down the hallway asking Gandalf if he wanted anything to drink or to eat. Gandalf declined politely as he walked into the sitting room and ended up hitting his head on the ceiling. He nursed the bump that was now on his head then froze when he caught site of me.

He looked at me with curiosity.

"Well, well, well what do we have here," he said as he cautiously walked toward me.

Crouching down in front of me he held his hand out towards me. Whimpering I nuzzled licked his hand.

"How peculiar. I can sense black magic from you however your spirit is filled with light," he whispered to himself.

Then he caught sight of my faithful ring Ambar that hung around my neck.

"It can't be…" he stated shockingly.

He held Ambar cautiously in his hand.

"This is one of the great rings of power. Not only that, this particular ring was said to have disappeared along with its master.

I looked him in the eye as he looked back at me.

Bilbo started to make a ruckus in the kitchen shocking us out of our little world. Getting to his feet he slowly started to walk to the kitchen.

"I was expecting you sometime last week! Not that it matters, you come and go as you please. Always have done and always will. You caught me a bit unprepared, I'm afraid. We've only got cold chicken and a bit of pickle… Oh, there's some cheese here — oh no, that won't do. Err, we got raspberry jam and an apple tart… Not much for afters, I'm afraid. Oh, no — we're all right! I've found some sponge-cake. I could make you some eggs if you like — oh. Gandalf?" Bilbo walked to the hallway only to find it empty.

"Just tea, thank you." Gandalf said as he walked into the kitchen

"Oh, right! You don't mind if I eat, do you?" Bilbo asked with a mouth full of sponge cake.

"Oh no, not at all." Gandalf said as he sat down at the table when suddenly someone started to knock loudly on the door.

A women's voice shouted Bilbo's name outside the door.

"I'm not at home!" Bilbo whispered.

He tiptoed to the window and looked out.

"It's the Sackville-Bagginses!" Bilbo cursed under his breath.

"They're after the house. They've never forgiven me for living this long! I've got to get away from these confounded relatives hanging on the bell all day, never giving me a moment's peace," Bilbo stated as he walked towards the window and gazed out.

"I want to see mountains again, mountains Gandalf! And then find somewhere quiet where I can finish my book," he stated as the tea pot started to whistle, "Oh, tea!" then hurried to prepare it.

"So, you mean to go through with your plan, then," Gandalf asked him.

"Yes, yes. It's all in hand. All the arrangements are made."

"Frodo suspects something."

"'Course he does. He's a Baggins! Not some block-headed Bracegirdle from Hardbottle."

"You will tell him, won't you?"

"Yes, yes."

"He's very fond of you."

"I know. He'd probably come with me if I asked him." (chuckles) "I think, in his heart, Frodo's still in love with the Shire: the woods, the fields… little rivers. I'm old, Gandalf. I know I don't look it, but I'm beginning to feel it in my heart."

Bilbo put his hand in the pocket where the blasted ring was and fidgeted with it drawing Gandalf's eyes and he frowned.

"I feel thin — sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread, Bilbo sat down wearily, "I need a holiday — a very long holiday — and I don't expect I shall return. In fact, I mean not to!"

Whimpering I stepped forward and nuzzled his hand. Bilbo smiled down at me gratefully as he scratched my head just where I liked it.

"Ah yes, I've been meaning to ask you about this new companion of yours," Gandalf inquired curiously.

"Oh where are my manners. This is Aear, she's been part of this family for over a year now," Bilbo started to tell Gandalf of how I came to be here at Bag End.

Sighing I walked back to where my bed of blankets on the floor and curled up in front of the fire, letting the two old friends go outside to reminisce together as they smoked their pipes.

I closed my eyes and drifted into uneasy sleep thinking about the events that were going to take place tomorrow and how Frodo will react when he learns that Bilbo was leaving the Shire.

Phew! Another chapter finished and a whopping 12 pages at that.

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