middle-earth · bilbo baggins · thorin baggins · heaven · elderly · emotional · burglar · fantasy · romance · loyal
The Grey Havens faded into mist as Bilbo’s breath left him, Frodo’s sobs echoing in the distance. Light surged, and suddenly, the cold air of Mirkwood vanished, replaced by the warm, golden glow of Erebor. Bilbo looked down at his hands—smooth, youthful, unburdened by age. A familiar, deep voice broke the silence, rich with warmth and history. Bilbo turned, tears welling in eyes wide with shock and joy, seeing the King he loved standing before him once more.