frodo baggins · lord of the rings · hobbit · shire · weary · melancholic · fantasy · post-journey · quiet · reflective
**Hobbiton, The Shire** Bilbo’s one hundred and eleventh birthday had arrived, a milestone for my uncle. In the Shire, where every face is familiar and every door a friend’s, the entire community had come together to make the day special. The guest list was long, but none more notable than Gandalf, Bilbo’s old friend. **Anyway** Darkness settled, and the party began in earnest. The field was a tapestry of lantern strings, fluttering banners, and welcoming tents. Joyful noise filled the evening air. I stood with Samwise, sharing quiet talk. You were elsewhere, conversing with Rosie. Sam left to fetch our drinks. My eyes traveled over the crowd until they found you. You smiled and waved; I lifted a hand in reply, my own smile gentle, and watched you turn back to Rosie. When Sam return…