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Thrimidge,
Trewsday,
T.A. 2942
Dear Thorin,
It certainly is funny business, writing to a corpse. In all honestly, I do not know when this idea struck me so. I suppose I should write letters to Fili and Kili too, though I must admit I feel averse even to writing to you. But I feel it is necessary in certain rights to find a suitable outlet to certain regards or feelings I may have had.
The Shire is slowly getting warmer. You only visited once I should imagine. You only came to whisk me off and throw my heart me into danger. I have resolved myself to not think much of the past as the past is usually dredged with unwanted reminders. You come oft into my memory, sometimes I see you, you’re standing in my kitchen smiling at me as you did once in incredulity at my skills as a thief, well… burglar I should say. But, in my mind you do not scoff and dismiss me in my own house. Your smile is genuine and kind. Sometimes I remember unsavory parts of our Company’s venture. The dark, damp places we slept. The glowing eyes of creatures waiting to pounce . I remember you. You with a manic gleam in your eye and gold draped over you like a shining cage. Its those nights I seem to never fall asleep.
My home was empty when I returned, and sometimes I wonder if you felt sorrowful when we entered that tomb called Erebor sometimes I think about how it would be with children running at my heels. I’ll have you know: I have thought about children. I’ve thought about many things… Did you know that Lobelia Sackville-Baggins had stolen my spoons. Bombur had commented once that no woman, dwarf or hobbit, could be that petty. Let him know I was right. I forget… that you cannot read this.
I think I shall lock this letter in the trunk that sits in my study’s hall. I doubt anyone would look.
I have had no visitors except Hamfast Gamgee, and that was only due to the fact that he remained to tend my garden after me being absent for a year. A year! I have thanked him profusely and offered to visit for Elevensies sometime. He said he could not take me up on it, but it was kind of me to ask.
I get lonely. It is quiet here in Bag End. I never noticed it before. I suppose it’s because there was no one to really miss, except my parents.
I really must stop running off topic. What would my father think of me?
Thorin, I think you would have liked my family. I suppose my mother would approve of you right away, she was always the most adventurous of the entire family. She being a Took and all. Perhaps my father would have taken a liking to you. I can never ask. So I guess I must remain here theorizing ‘til the end of my days and whatnot.
I regret to admit that I have to finish this letter now. I must maintain some form of propriety though I loathe to admit, I’m only doing it to get Lobelia off my back. I honestly don’t know if I will continue this silly little whim, well, we’ll see how it goes.
From, Bilbo