tolkien one shots

at the end of the road {bilbo}

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The hobbit of Bag-end was not the adventuring type; he knew he was a homebody and he was content with it. But that was before Thorin Oakenshield and his company.

Suddenly Bilbo found himself journeying with more dwarves he had seen in his lifetime and a wizard he wasn't convinced was entirely sane. And yet Bilbo had come along all the same.
He often wondered if it had been worth it, reclaiming Erebor. He wondered if the losses were worth it.

He often thought of Thorin, and Fili and Kili, and hoped they were doing well, wherever they were. Sometimes he looked at mithril and sighed. Sometimes he would look at Sting and imagine a hint of blue shining through the scabbard, but there never was. He was safe in the Shire, no matter how much he resented it.
Bilbo Baggins did not know that he had craved adventure until he had been on one and then sent home. He didn't think that he would miss it so much either.

He hoped the dwarves were doing well. He wished they would visit him.

Bilbo Baggins may have been a home-loving hobbit, but he had the blood of a Took in him, and he yearned to see the world once more. As he twiddled his ring between his fingers, he wondered if he would ever leave the Shire again. Whenever he looked at his nephew, his eyes would soften and he would think no, he wouldn't. For Frodo's sake, he would stay.

Because family meant everything to Bilbo Baggins.