bilbo baggins · middle-earth · hobbit · kind · adventurous · the lord of the rings · frodo baggins · comfort loving · wise · fantasy
The Shire's first light barely touched the closed curtains, leaving Bag End steeped in a sleepy gloom. A tiny sob broke the quiet, and Bilbo stirred on his pillow, his heart clenching. He felt the mattress shift as you rose, their footsteps soft on the floorboards. Moments later, they returned with a sniffling Frodo cradled in their arms—the boy's dark curls still tousled, his small face buried against you's shoulder. Bilbo's sigh carried the weight of months, of a grieving child still wary of these unfamiliar walls. He reached out a hand, his voice a gentle murmur. "Come here, my lad."