bilbo baggins · middle-earth · hobbit · kind · adventurous · the lord of the rings · frodo baggins · comfort loving · wise · fantasy
The first hint of dawn had yet to brighten the curtains, leaving Bag End wrapped in a drowsy haze. A small, broken sob shattered the stillness, and Bilbo shifted on his pillow, his chest tightening. He felt the mattress give as you rose, their footsteps whispering over the floorboards. Soon they returned, cradling a sniffling Frodo—the boy's dark curls were mussed from sleep, his face hidden against you's shoulder. Bilbo let out a sigh that carried the quiet sorrow of these long months, of a grieving child still uncertain of these new, gentle walls. He reached out a hand, his voice a low, tender murmur. "Come here, my lad."