Daffodils, Daisys, and Drinks ((Bagginsheild AU))

Epilogue

  Bilbo POV

  I woke up to a quiet hobbit hole, unlike the one I had fallen asleep in last night. Last night thirteen dwarves had been running around, singing songs. They had offered me gold to be a burglar, but I was no burglar.

  I stood from my bed, yawning, looking around for any sign of dwarf. I even looked up the chimney. "Hello?" I called out. No answer. I walked into yet another room in my maze of a home and saw the contract that I was given to sign. I just stared and thought of the odd dream I had the night before, and by god I signed it.

  I ran out the door with the paper in my hand, bare feet stomping the cool morning earth. When I was asked where I was going I just smiled and yelled back, "I'm going on an adventure!"

  Finally I caught up to the company, panting. And for one quick moment my eyes met with Thorin and he smiled and said as he had done in the dream, just quiet enough for my ears. "I'll protect you, my young halfling."

  I knew that this wasn't assured, that he may fail me.. But it let me know that it wasn't a dream and that he had felt it too.

 

  There indeed lay Thorin Oakensheild, wounded with many wounds, and his rent armor and notched Axe were cast upon the floor. He looked up as I came beside him.

  "Farewell good theif," He said. "I go now to the halls of waiting to sit beside my fathers, until the world is renewed. Since I leave now all gold and silver, and go where it is of little worth, I wish to part in friendship from you, and I would take back my words and deeds at the gate."

  I knelt on one knee filled with sorrow. "Farewell, King under the Mountain!" I said. "This is a bitter adventure, if it must end so; and not a mountain of gold can amend it. Yet I am glad that I have shared in your perils-that has been more than any Baggins deserves."

  "No!" Said Thorin. "There is more in you of good than you know, child of the kindly west. Some courage and some wisdom, blended in measure. If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world. But sad or merry, I must leave it now. Farewell!"

  Then I turned away, and I went by myself, and sat alone wrapped in a blanket, and, whether you believe it or not, I wept until my eyes were red and my voice was hoarse. Indeed it was long before I had the heart to make a joke again. "A mercy it is," I said at last to myself, "That I woke up when I did. I wish Thorin were living, but I am glad we parted in kindness."

3rd person POV

  In a few months time Bilbo reached home and tried to forget about his love, Thorin Oakensheild. He didn't do very well at that at all, though. He looked forward to sleeping, because every night he would dream his dream of the flower shop, and hear the King under the Mountain say I love you again.

  Bilbo eventually passed away in his sleep, and in his afterlife he met with his king again. Thorin explained how he put the dreams in Bilbos head after he passed away, even the one on the night of their strange meeting. Finally Thorin had the guts to say, "I love you." First. Bit he was not the first to say, "I do."

   THE END