Summary: The epilogue
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Epilogue
Erebor was...busy after the tournament. Bazani was moved to the laundry rooms after her families execution. She thought she could make allies and take her throne back, but no one talked to the former Queen. She was left alone in her work corner to think over her actions and to mourn her family. She had no one. In the weeks after the trial, her followers (few as they may be) were rounded up and banished, not just from Erebor,but from all dwarven lands, Mirkwood, the Shire, Rivendell and Lake Town. Even Lothlorien didn't want them. Most settled in Bree, some decided to travel Middle Earth and see how other cultures lived. Although they were only allowed to spend a month in each city they visited. The last thing Thorin wanted was for them to make friends and start a rebellion.
Thorin ad Bilbo were married three months after the tournament. Dis and Balin worked overtime to get the wedding ready and the invitations sent out. The wedding was a good mix of Hobbit and Dwarf traditions. While Thorin and Bilbo both wore traditional dwarven royal robes, they also wore flowers crowns and some of Bilbo's family wove flowers through Thorin's beard. They swapped rings and a ribbon was tied around their joined hands to symbolise their tying together. The after party however, that was planned by the Hobbits. And what a party it was. The Hobbits took over the kitchen in the week preceding the wedding and they food they served was amazing. Roast pig, cakes, steaks the size of Bilbo's head, pies, glazed fruit, the dwarves were in heaven. After that, relationships between Erebor and the Shire strengthened. It wasn't unusual to see a Hobbit training under a Dwarf blacksmith or a Dwarf learning from a Hobbit farmer.
The Royal Heir was born two months after the Royal Wedding. Till was adorable. Bilbo's curls and Thorin's dark hair, Thorin's grey eyes and Bilbo's soft, round face. Bilbo was disappointed that Till gor his Hobbit height , instead of his Hobbit feet, but what could he do? He loved his son, that was all that mattered.
As he fed Till, Bilbo thought back to Gandalf's words at the start of the quest.
"You'll not be the same."
The Hobbit laughed to himself. He certainly wasn't the same fussy Hobbit who would worry about doilies and hankies. He was stronger, wiser, happier. Bilbo smiled as his husband entered their rooms, Thorin pressing a quick kiss to his lips and Till's head. As the door to the bathing rooms closed behind Thorin, Bilbo mentally thanked Gandalf. If not for that meddling wizard, Bilbo would still be stuck, alone, in Bag End.
As Bilbo smiled down at this child, listening to Thorin sing in the bathing room, he thought to himself,
"Well Gandalf was right. I'm certainly not the same Hobbit I once was."
A/N Done. R&R please. A massive thank you to everyone who has read the fic. There's not going to be a sequel. I do have another Hobbit story in the works, but I need to finish a different story first