Surely, surely he thought that after everything he had been through, all the horrors and utterly strange experiences, that he could feel at least a little bit prepared for anything else the Gods felt like throwing at him. That while the current that swept him from his home over a year ago continually threatened to drown him at the worst of times, that by now he at least knew how to swim well enough to keep his head above the water.
This... This was completely beyond him and he hardly knew where to start when the idea of returning home surfaced. After all if everything he was told was true, if the map in his hands was right, he was very far from home indeed.
Bilbo sat on a marble bench with a view of a garden before him that reminded him fondly of Rivendell. Everything felt so much like the familiar lands he once traveled and yet at the same time they were completely different. Bilbo didn't feel he was wise enough to understand the strange disconnection between this world and his, but it tickled his mind still. The idea of an entirely new world, full of potential and discoveries was dampened by the grim reminder of what exactly he left behind before arriving here unwillingly.
He sighed, looking down at the locket with a frown as he turns it over between his hands, fingers tracing the intricate design. Next to him on the bench is the map he was originally given, wrinkled from already constant use.]
bilbo baggins | the hobbit (dos)
[Bilbo Baggins was at a complete loss.
Surely, surely he thought that after everything he had been through, all the horrors and utterly strange experiences, that he could feel at least a little bit prepared for anything else the Gods felt like throwing at him. That while the current that swept him from his home over a year ago continually threatened to drown him at the worst of times, that by now he at least knew how to swim well enough to keep his head above the water.
This... This was completely beyond him and he hardly knew where to start when the idea of returning home surfaced. After all if everything he was told was true, if the map in his hands was right, he was very far from home indeed.
Bilbo sat on a marble bench with a view of a garden before him that reminded him fondly of Rivendell. Everything felt so much like the familiar lands he once traveled and yet at the same time they were completely different. Bilbo didn't feel he was wise enough to understand the strange disconnection between this world and his, but it tickled his mind still. The idea of an entirely new world, full of potential and discoveries was dampened by the grim reminder of what exactly he left behind before arriving here unwillingly.
He sighed, looking down at the locket with a frown as he turns it over between his hands, fingers tracing the intricate design. Next to him on the bench is the map he was originally given, wrinkled from already constant use.]