on my father's wings {discontinued}

After the Botfa ended, Bilbo thought Thorin was dead. How could he not, after being there for Thorin during his final moments and watching him die. The grief of losing three of his dearest friends, was too much for him to bear and he left Erebor, with only the memory of the one he held so dearly to him, and the treasures he found during his journey, so long away from home.

He goes home with the thought that he would never see Thorin again and that he would have to bear his sadness alone. Not even a picture of Thorin, only the songs that would be sung forever. There was no king under the mountain anymore, not for him. Even the sons of his sister had died during the final fight and no heir was there to reclaim the throne, so the throne was gifted to lord Daín, former king of the Iron hills.

After a few long weeks, he finally came back to his home, once familiar but now nothing but a vague memory long ago in his mind. At first he didn't have time to think about the company and all his adventures, too busy with buying his own housewares back, and making everyone aware that he was certainly not dead. Yet at night, when it was quiet, and he was all alone, the thoughts came back. And no matter how much he tried to get them away, they always came back, some worse than others.

One day, when he was blowing his pipe out, in the front yard which he adored so much, he had to rush inside for the toilet. After a quick visit to Bree's local med stop, he found out something he never thought was even possible.
Or should say; it was rather unexpected