Disclaimer: I wasn't going to add onto this, but I felt the need to because I saw the last movie so here are a few little scenes as some of you requested so long ago. Sorry about that. Hope this had some non-corny fluff.
"Now, are you sure about this Thorin?" I ask uncertainly, my eyes not leaving his blue ones.
"Yes I'm quite sure," Thorin answers, confidence clear in his voice.
My nose twitches as I tried to read Thorin's ghostly figure. Many times I had tried to sway his mind but no. There was no swaying the Dwarf's stubbornness on the ordeal.
"Bilbo, were coming back with you and you can't convince us otherwise," Kili does his best to sound serious, but a hint of humour is still evident. Even after death the young Durin's humour and youth lives on.
"My brother's right, we promised you we weren't to leave your side, and we shall not break that oath, right Uncle," Fili says seriously, unlike his brother there is no humour in his voice.
"You are the correct nephew of mine, I broke a promise once, and I shall not do so again," Thorin says sadly, his eyes overcome with emptiness.
I sigh and fold my arms. "I just don't understand, you came all this way to reclaim your homeland and now that you have it, dead or not, you wish to leave for the sake of a burglar!"
Thorin's lips pursed with surprise, and he takes a step back, his feet never really coming in contact with the ground even though his feet are surfaced on it. "You are more than a burglar, Bilbo Baggins, so very much more than that," Thorin pauses so he can place a cold hand on my shoulder, it squeezes lightly.
"I promised to stay with you until the end, and until the end, I shall, perhaps after as well. Besides, Erebor is in good hands now; my cousin is more than capable," Thorin says fondly though sadness echoes in his voice.
"But won't you miss this place, you have worked so hard to get it back, and now you just leave?" I question further.
Thorin seems to think for a moment, his eyes moving around, not looking at anything in particular. "Yes it is true that I shall miss the halls of my grandfather, but I'm not leaving it am I, my body will remain here forever on," Thorin says, trying to lighten the idea or his corpse forever lying in the tombs or Erebor along with his nephew's.
"Don't say that, don't you dare say that," I say firmly, shivering at the thought of their decaying remains.
"It is a cold truth Master Baggins," Thorin reply's sadly. Fili and Kili nod in agreement, Kili's hand clinging lightly to his brother's sleeve.
I study them for a moment; neither of the three is clothed in what they died in nor what they were buried in. I can't help but feel curious as to why they are wearing that of which they were wearing when they first showed up on my doorstep, demanding food and ale while carrying on about dragons and keys and hidden doors.
I can't help but think that it'd be nice to have them there again, along with their appalling table manners. "Fine, fine, have it your way but won't you ad least say goodbye to the others before we go?" I ask.
"I wish for nothing more but we cannot, it would bring great shock, and I would be asked to stay and be king once again. I cannot do that Bilbo; I will not wear that crown again," Thorin says in a worried voice, his hand leaving my shoulder.
I think about the letter he wrote. "Alright fine, fine," I say, throwing my arms in the air. "I expect full manners at the dinner table and no short amount of respect for my mother's things," I glare at Kili as I say this.
He looks down, ashamed. "I said I was sorry," He mumbles.
I hold back a small smile; the return journey was sure to be less lonely with these three to accompany me.
"Hey lads, come and have a look at this," I call out behind me. We had been following the edge of the Misty Mountains for days now, but it appeared we had come to a familiar spot.
"Isn't this where the Eagles rescued us from the Wargs?" Fili asks curiously.
"That it is," I answer as I look at my surroundings. Most of the pine has grown back, but there is still evidence of a fire once ablaze.
I let my eyes search for something in particular. "Do you know what that means lads?" I ask as my eyes land on what they are looking for.
"Bilbo, can you stop with this mysteriousness, it's giving me a headache!" Kili complains.
I chuckle lightly.
"What does it mean, Master Baggins, apart from that we are almost half way back to Bag End?" Thorin asks slowly.
"It means Thorin Oakenshield, that you are about to have your Oakenshield back," I reply as I walk towards the discarded wood.
Slowly I pick the Shield up of the ground, it's slightly weather worn, burnt and seems to be rotting away at the edges, but it's still in ok condition.
I make my way back to the ghostly Thorin. "Can you still wear this, you being a ghost and all?" I say halfheartedly.
Thorin nods slowly. I take that as permission to move forward.
Carefully I loosen the straps to the Shield and take the dwarfs left arm, so it stretched out enough for me to gently slip the shied on. I tighten the buckles slightly before gasping in surprise as the shield slowly turns ghost-like, not quite transparent but still empty. My hands linger on his.
"How do I look?" Thorin asks, smiling fondly at me.
"Like you," I answer, smiling back.
My brow furrows to the sound of giggling emanating from the two young Durin's mouths.
I shake my head and laugh before pulling them both into a hug. Instantly they shut up, tensing slightly before relaxing into my hold.
I smile as my feet tread the familiar paths of the Shire, I was home. It was a great relief to be finally back, but I couldn't help but feel a slight emptiness inside, as my journey is over after eighteen or so long months. I close my eyes in content for a moment while continuing to walk.
"Hey, Bilbo isn't that your mother old jewellery box," Kili says in confusion.
My eyes snap open.
I turn to see what indeed appears to be my Mothers jewellery box, still slightly caked in dried mud from Kili's boots, in the arms of some random Hobbit.
"Excuse me but what are you doing with my Mother's jewellery box!" I all but snap at the Hobbit who is looking quite bewildered.
"Bilbo…but you're…you're supposed to be dead!" The Hobbit says, almost dropping the box.
"Brother look, it still has mud on it," I hear Fili say, pointing directly at the mud while shaking his brother's arm in excitement for some reason.
"Fili, shut up!" I say before realising my mistake.
The Hobbit looks even more bewildered.
"You're dead….you're…you're a ghost!" The Hobbit yells, backing away in fear.
"Now look here, I'm not a ghost, believe me, I would know," I try to reason, raising my hands up in peace.
I groan as different objects start to levitate around me, including a fence post, wheelbarrow, multiple stones and my mother's jewellery box.
The Hobbit screams before taking off down the street screaming about ghosts and what not.
"WHAT DID I TELL YOU TWO ABOUT MAKING RANDOM OBJECTS LEVITATE-oh," I stop as I realise it's not Fili or Kili at all causing the mischief but Thorin Oakenshield himself.
Fili and Kili snigger.
"He stole your Mothers jewellery box," Thorin says blankly, obviously tiring to hide a smile.
I shake my head, concealing a grin myself as the box is slowly lowered into my arms. I turn and continue my way back up the street, ignoring the many Hobbits giving me odd looks and Mother's ushering children away.
I feel a hand come to rest on my shoulder as I search for words.
"He was…he was my friend," I say with a small smile before stepping inside Bag End.
I close the door to Bag End with a groan before turning around and sinking to the ground with my eyes closed. First I had to deal with the jewellery box then an entire auction and Lobelia Sackville-Baggins making off with the silverware. I smile slightly as I realised that Kili had caused parts of her umbrella to change a very despicable colour as punishment for stealing my spoons.
"Bilbo…you may wish to see what has become of your home," I hear a deep voice say from in front of me. I open my eyes to see Thorin kneeling in front of me. I furrow my brow and look over his shoulder.
I groan.
I watch as Thorin rises to his feet before reaching out his hands. I take them in mine and smile as he pulls me to my feet.
I stare into his eyes for a moment, and they are so very blue. I sigh before looking around my hobbit hole. I let the emptiness of my home sink in…almost everything is gone.
I jump in surprise as two Dwarves step through a solid wall. I'll never get used to that I think.
"It appears almost everything is gone," Kili says sadly.
"Would you like us to get your belongings back?" Fili asks, gesturing to his brother.
I think about the question for a moment. The Baggins part of me says no, but the Tookish side of me says…well…
"Make it extra scary, will you lads, lots of floating objects," I say, a smirk on my face.
They smile from ear to ear. "Will-do Master Boggins, will-do," Kili says before disappearing through the front door with his brother, not even bothering to open it.
I turn my attention back to Thorin. I only just now realise we are still holding hands.
"You have no idea what you have just unleashed, Master Baggins," Thorin says, humour clear in his voice.
"I haven't known them as long as you, but I think I've got a good idea," I answer with a chuckle.
"Perhaps so," Thorin replies.
"Come, let's see what we can salvage from my furniture," I say, gesturing to the main dining hall.
I smile as suddenly terrified scream emanates from Lobelia's house.
"Well everything seems to be in order," Fili says, placing the last chair down under one of my many tables.
"Thank you, lads," I say fondly as I correct the position of various things. Thorin had even found a handkerchief with my initials sewed into it; we had laughed a good few moments over it.
"We even managed to find these," Kili says proudly, brandishing two fiddles and two bows.
I smile; I had heard the two were good with the violin.
"Well don't keep us waiting; it's been a long time since I have heard the violin," I say, waving my hand as a gesture to start.
Grinning, the two take up their fiddles and place them under their chins, brandishing their bows at the ready.
I sit myself down on one of the newly recovered chairs, a cup of warm tea in my hands. I notice Thorin standing on the other side of the room with his arms folded as music fills his ears, foot tapping slightly.
I smile; the foot taping was a habit I had noticed the dwarf possessed when Bofur had sung his tune to the company in Rivendell.
After a good five minutes, I had almost reached the bottom of my cup when I see Thorin walk towards the lads, whispering something in their ears as he ruffled their hair in praise. The two grin madly before changing the tune to something that seems a bit slower.
I straighten myself up as Thorin slowly approaches me.
"Would you care to dance with me, Master Baggins?" He asks softly, reaching out his hand encouragingly.
"I think I'd like that very much," I answer fondly before taking his hand which feels unusually warm for a ghost. Gently, he pulls me to my feet and leads me to the centre of the room, his eyes not leaving mine. Damn those eyes and their blueness I think to myself.
I blush as his arms wrap around my waist and look away. I smile slightly as I place my hands on his shoulders, which is harder than it seems as he is almost a foot taller.
Slowly, we begin to move around the room. I whimper slightly as the Dwarfs booted foot steps onto mine.
"Sorry," He mumbles slightly as he tightens his embrace ever so slightly as an apology.
"Its fine," I chuckle. I follow his lead for a moment before the music takes its hold and I relax. I feel oddly comforted by the dwarf's embrace and find myself moving my arms from his shoulders to his waist, returning the embrace. I hear Thorin chuckle slightly before he buries his head in my hair.
"I am glad to of shared in your perils, Bilbo Baggins," he says, voice muffled by my hair.
"I am glad to of shared in yours, Thorin Oakenshield, "I reply fondly as I bury my head in his shoulder.
I chuckle lightly as two more pairs of arms wrap around me.
I feel my eyes droop and very soon I feel myself being lifted off the ground and into Thorin's arms. I sigh before absent mildly snuggling closer into his chest.
"Goodnight Bilbo Baggins," Is the last thing I hear before drifting off to a well-deserved sleep.