Acorns~ Thilbo Bagginshield fan fic

Chapter 7

24 years later

Preparations for my 111th birthday have begun the tents and gazebos were being assembled and food was being cooked by every hobbit invited and the whole place smelled of casseroles, sausages, boiled vegetables, fresh bread, buns and cakes of all sorts of flavours. I leaned against Thorin's oak it felt like only yesterday we were defeating dragons. 

"Bilbo! Why are you crying? Tomorrow is your birthday!"

"I am just upset that... that I'm not as young as I used to be...heh..." I had no idea I was crying. I started to imagine and I turned my head,Thorin was there he was aged a bit but still stunningly handsome, "Bilbo, I know what you've been thinking. Go on your adventures, go to Rivendell, and remember I'm still waiting so don't stop." The gravelly voice silenced and the king faded into nothing. I tried to reach out and hug him again but I would never be quick enough.

I hear the clip clop of hooves and the creaking of wheels, I run inside it's probably the Sackville-Bagginses trying to steal some of my cutlery AGAIN. I shut the door frantically behind me leaving my visitor to read my sign;

~No admittance except on party business~

Before I know it I am preparing tea for Gandalf, I have no idea how that happened. But the ACTUAL Sackville-Bagginses are at the door

"I'm not at home." I whisper to Gandalf as he nods in understanding.

Gandalf sits by the fire in his thoughtful manner

"I want to see the mountains again, mountains, Gandalf! Then find somewhere quiet for me to finish my book."

"So... You're carrying out your plan I assume."

"Oh yes! Everything is going according to plan"

There was a very awkward silence as I poured the tea.

"Frodo suspects something." Gandalf said in his bold voice

"Of course! He's a Baggins."

I zoned out for a bit when Gandalf started talking about love when I could feel Thorin's eyes pierce me then I gained full conciousness

"He'd Probably come with me if I asked... But he is still in love with the Shire. I am old, Gandalf. I know I really don't look it but I feel.... Stretched. Like too little butter spread on too much bread." 

I clutched my ring to help me say these words that I had never said to anyone before but I could tell that Gandalf suspected something

"I need a holiday, a very long holiday. And I doubt I will return. In fact I mean not to."

Sorry I haven't updated in a while a lot of exams and stuff . But thank you to all who enjoy my story so far. (I deliberately changed the dialogue so I am not plagiarising.)