“He lifted his other hand and allowed it to drift through the wispy white
spiderweb of Bilbo’s hair. ‘I am glad you grew old,’ he said in a low
voice. ‘Whatever the reason, I am glad one of us did. Still, I find I
hate that you grew old without me. Would you laugh at my grey beard, I
wonder? Would we barricade ourselves against each winter, wrapping
ourselves in your quilts and complaining about our bones? Would we grow
more alike as time passed; my mannerisms becoming yours, your words
Fanart for Chapter 10 of
determamfidd’s fic, Sansûkh. Thorin expressing regret that he could not grow old with Bilbo broke my fragile little heart ;_; Totes recommend this fic if you’re ready for an EPIC read.
Saruman believes it is only great power that can hold evil in check, but that is not what I have found. I found it is the small everyday deeds of ordinary folk that keep the darkness at bay. Small acts of kindness and love. Why Bilbo Baggins? Perhaps because I am afraid, and he gives me courage.
WIP. I often envision Bilbo wandering about middle earth with a walking stick. I think it would be wonderful if he and Thorin occasionally appeased their wanderlust by taking random hikes/camping trips together.