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Bilbo is sitting in front of the fire; he doesn't know how long he’s been in Valinor. Time has no real meaning here. Not a day goes by that he doesn’t miss Thorin. He wonders what he could have done differently. Being free of the ring gave him clarity; he wonders if the ring made the Dragon sickness worse. The what-ifs are driving him mad.
Gandalf finds him some time later, “It’s Yule, there is going to be a feast. Nothing compared to those in the Shire, of course.” Bilbo gives him a sad smile, “Of course.” Gandalf looks at Bilbo, “What makes your heart so heavy?” Bilbo sighs, “I miss Thorin. I had this dream, Thorin and I were together and happy. We were celebrating Yule, Kili and Fili were alive and happy too. It felt so real, and I felt so happy, Gandalf. I dreamt we went to bed together, and then we told each other that we loved each other and we were just holding each other. Then I woke this morning, and Thorin was gon,e and I realised it was all just a dream.”
Bilbo wipes away some tears, “I don’t think I want to stay here any longer. I appreciate the gift they gave me for allowing me to come here, but it’s not really a gift. Not to me. Not anymore.”
Gandalf looks sadly at his friend, “Bilbo, tell me, have you felt hollow, not whole?” Bilbo nods, Gandalf sighs, “It’s as I feared, you were Thorin’s one. You were soulmates.” He puts a hand on his shoulder, “If you wish to move on, I can arrange that. You should talk to Frodo first.”
Bilbo sighs, “He knows. He is a smart lad. Will I be with Thorin after I die?” Gandalf takes his small hand, “I do not know. I do have hope that you two will find each other when the world is remade.” He leaves Bilbo alone with his thoughts.
Bilbo looks into the fire again. He prays to Yavanna to reunite him with Thorin after his death. He misses his dwarf. The revelation that they are soulmates didn’t surprise him; he had an inkling they were. He hopes he will see him again.