❝A Journey To Remember❞ The Hobbit | Kili

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❝A Journey To Remember❞
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     I ran quickly through the hills of Hobbiton, my hair being caught by the wind as small strands found their way blocking my vision. My gaze was then transfixed upon the dark morning sky, my eyes noticing how it became brighter and brighter as I steered myself toward home. I could only hope that my uncle, Bilbo, wasn't awake just yet at this hour.

   My grip on my bow grew tighter as I rushed down a steep hill, ignoring the fact that one wrong step could plummet me toward unwanted discomfort. Within a few moments in time, I had made it safely to my bedroom window, not making a sound as I climbed through the odd entrance, the sun now rising.

     I shoved my quiver full of arrows and my bow underneath my featherbed before taking a glance at my stature from the reflection of the glass in between the window frame. I saw nothing but a face slightly covered with smudges of dirt and a few scrapes from the thin dead bushes on the trail I had just ventured on.

     I began gently scrubbing off the dirt that had found its way to make prints upon my soft skin, the water in my pot colder than the shimmers of the lake down below. "Suilad," I breathed out in Elvish. "Le maer?" I questioned, knowing I had gotten better at my Elvish over the years. "Man I eneth lin? I eneth nin Saffronlé Lorién Baggins," I exhaled drying off my face with a clean towel. "Ledhon na Rivendell," I paused, longing to one day step back into the realm of Rivendell.  "Pedol I lam Thinndrim? Ni ero," I sighed to myself, quickly and unsteadily changing out of the dirty outfit I had just been wearing out in the woods moments ago.

     I pulled on a nice white linen blouse with a nice pattern below the neck and around the collar for me to tie with a descriptive design. I then pulled on a pair of deep sea blue waistcoat britches to wear with the nice pair of leather boots I had gotten for a special occasion just a year ago. I grabbed my thick leather belt that was covered with designs on the front of it, wrapping it around my waist securely.

     I brought myself back to the window of my chambers, watching as the colors in the morning sky began to enhance as the warmth of the sun put a soft smile on my face. I always felt out of place in the Shire amongst the people—I was only partially a Hobbit. Yet, being alone amidst the early hours of the day in the green hills of the Shire made me feel some sort of belonging.

     I then heard the front door of the Hobbit Hole creak open and then shut tightly between the door frame and hinges. I turned my head as I walked towards door my bedroom door, opening it as I walked towards the front door. I knew my Uncle was surely smoking his pipe while admiring the early morning scenery.

      I hastily brushed off any leaves or twigs that may have been caught in the locks of my hair, and luckily I was completely stable. My hand then gripped the handle of our front door, opening it and then shutting it from behind me.

      I looked up to see my uncle peacefully enjoying his time while naturally smoking his pipe on the outside bench, a soft smile now lifting from my lips. I walked over quietly, taking a seat next to him whilst receiving a glance and a warm smile in return.

       "Any inquiries I must attend?" I questioned bluntly as I watched him puff a circle of smoke before setting his gaze in my direction.