Re-United
He was cold.
Cold and stiff.
Cold and stiff and hungry.
Bilbo opened his eyes. Hmm. Stone. A cavern, then. But where? A sound off to his left caught his attention. He turned his head to look.
A door.
A round door.
A round, green door.
Just like Bag End. It swung open.
Well, only one way to find out what was going on and that was to get up and look for yourself.
Bilbo slid his legs off the side of whatever-it-was that he'd be lying on. There was no pain, no aches. He looked at his hands. They were young hands. His hands again, the hands he remembers.
Standing he made his way to the door, he looked through and saw…
Well, he certain wasn't expecting to see dwarrow. His dwarrow.
Oín, Balin and Ori. Sitting down to a feast.
They grinned and cheered. A figure between them and Bilbo stood and turned.
"Thorin!" Bilbo ran to him, flung his arms around his dwarf.
"Bilbo, givashel. Come meet the rest of my family." Thorin turned Bilbo in his arms.
Oh, sweet stars, there were dwarrow everywhere!