Return To Me[Thorin Oakenshield Love Story]DISCONTINUED

[Chapter One]

  Its September 22, 3001, the beginning of fall. The hobbit's had harvest all their crops at the end of summer and would not begin to plant the seeds again, until spring time.

it was a rather chilly morning, when Freya woke up. She wandered down the hall of her home and went to the kitchen to make a hot breakfast on this cold day. The smell of bacon traveled down the hall and reached her daughters rooms and they came hurrying down the hall and took their places at the table. The older woman grabbed three plates and divided the eggs, bacon and toast. She then walked over to the table and placed the plates down on the table. The three of them ate in comfortable silence, enjoying their breakfast as it filled their bellies.

Freya was now ninety-three years old and her hair hadn't even begun to grey. For years she had wondered why and often on her journey's with her cousin, and her two daughters to Rivendell she wanted to ask Lord Elrond if he had the slightest idea why but she never did ask the question. Even Bilbo was living longer then the average life of a hobbit. His hair was grey but he looked as if he was still only fifty.

Thora and Thea Oakenshield were already sixty years old. Their mother told them everything of who they were and their father; including how he gave his life to save his homeland and her from a terrible foe. When they were growing up they had witnessed their mother's suffering, but over the years she was able to find the strength to move on for her daughters.

The two young princess's finished their meal and helped with the dishes. They were quite well mannered for being only half hobbit, but Thora often let out her dwarven side, clearly having her father's traits. Whilst Thea remained like her mother, kind and helped others with any thought of reward, no one would even think she was a dwarf the way she was with others.

"Mama, were heading off to uncle Bilbo's to wish him a happy birthday." Thea informed as she and Thora waited by the door.

"Run along. Ill be by later to see Bilbo." Freya replied. The two girls said their goodbyes and dashed out the door and took off up the hill to see their uncle. The hobbit walked outside and watched as they took off up the road. A memory flashed back in her mind when her daughters were only just little girls at the time. Balin and Dwalin had surprised her with a visit and they learned the truth, that the line of Durin had lived on. Freya smiled to herself as she lifted her hand to the necklace around her neck, clutching the jewel that was in the shape of the crest of Durin. Not a day went by that she wished more then anything Thorin could have been here to see them grow up. Freya went back inside to do some tiding up before she would go to her cousin's.

Later in the afternoon. Freya finished up with her chores and grabbed a plate of biscuits and left out her front door and walked up the road to her cousins. She saw the familiar door of Bilbo's home. It still till this day had Gandalf's mark he had put on the door himself when his home got invaded by a company of dwarves. The glow of the mark had faded over the years, but if you looked very closely, you could still see it. She missed them all so much, she often wondered how they were all doing. She also wondered if Dain had honored her request she had asked of him, before she left. She had asked the dwarf lord to help honor Thorin's promise to the people of Lake-town, a share of the treasure for aiding in helping reclaim the mountain.

Freya opened the gate and climbed up the steps and knocked on the door. She waited a few minutes and knocked again.

"No thank you! We don't want anymore visits today!"

"Bilbo. It's me!" Freya shouted back through the wood. She stepped away from the door when she heard the lock being unlatched and the door opened up to reveal her cousin.

"Freya. So sorry, I thought you were the Sackville-Bagginses. They've been here three times already." Bilbo sighed, relieved that it was just her. The woman rolled her eyes and Bilbo shut the door and took the plate of biscuit's from her.

"Happy birthday, Bilbo." Freya exclaimed, hugging her cousin. The two of them had made their way into Bilbo's kitchen and he put on a pot a tea to have with their snack. "Where is Thora and Thea?" Freya finally asked.

"Oh, those girls were here earlier, they left with Frodo to Eastfarthing woods, to surprise Gandalf." Bilbo informed his little cousin. He poured her and himself a cup of tea and the two of them sat at the table sipping their tea and munching on a biscuit each. "Is everything alright Freya?"

"Oh, I'm fine...I've just been thinking about a lot lately." She admitted, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"So have I. Freya. I might not be staying in the Shire after today." Bilbo began and Freya looked up at him, slightly surprised by this knowledge.

"Where are you planning to go?"

"I honestly don't know. I just know I miss being on the road. Maybe I'll go visit our friends in the Lonely Mountain. It's been awhile since I've been there." He admitted.

"What about Frodo?" She asked.

"I don't think Frodo's ready to leave the Shire. He's still in love with the hills and rivers. I need a holiday and...." Freya waited for him to continue.

"And...?"

"And, I don't plan on returning back here." He finished. Freya gave her cousin a half smile, she had known for a while that her cousin had been growing restless in the Shire. He wanted an adventure. He enjoyed his visits to the great elven city but it wasn't enough anymore. He wanted to see more.

Before the two cousins could speak of this any further, someone knocked distinctively on the door and Bilbo grew irritated, thinking once again it was the Sackville-Bagginses.

"No, thank you! We don't want anymore visitors, well wishers, or distant relations!" Bilbo shouted in annoyance.

"And what about very old friends?" The voice yelled back. Both Freya and Bilbo looked at each other, recognizing the voice immediately and the two of them went to greet their visitor. Bilbo slowly opened the door to reveal their guest.

"Gandalf." Bilbo exclaimed.

" Bilbo Baggins." Gandalf greeted.

"My dear Gandalf." Bilbo chuckled as he hugged his old friend.

"Good to see you. 111 years old! Who would believe it? You haven't aged a day." Gandalf muttered in curiosity, when he looked over the hobbit's shoulder. "Freya, my dear it's wonderful to see you too!" The wizard said happily as he hugged her next, noticing that she too barely looked any different from when they last saw each other.

The three of them all chuckled. "Come on, come in!" Bilbo said, gesturing to the wizard to come inside. " Welcome, welcome." and he shut the door behind him and three of them went to catch up over another pot of tea.