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The evening was lovely with a warm, filling meal. The fire chasing off the chill of the winter and darkness with its comforting heat and soft light. The snow drifting downwards from the sky. The wind causing the flakes to twirl and leap like dancers. The peaceful quiet only disturbed by the occasional turn of a page or gentle sigh. Everything was just right in this little world, but it was lonely. The air had a sense of melancholy and sadness. Like something was missing, or someone. Someone who was important. Someone who is strong and brave, gentle and kind, someone loved and . . . missing. Missing from Bilbo’s life.
Someone who has not yet been found.
Someone who will be loved and cherished.
Someone to share the simple joys and quiet moments.
Someone to be there through good and bad, to bring laughter and sorrow.
To turn Bilbo’s world upside down and make everything alright. To cause endless frustration and tears. But in the end will make it right, they’ll make everything better. Because that’s what they’re supposed to do. They’re a perfect match, another half, a part of a soul. His One.
They’re out there. In the vast, cold world. To one day be met.
Looking out into the night. The stars, twinkling brightly and shining, clouds allowing them to hide and reappear like a game. With the moon hopelessly between, caught in their joy. At what should be a splendid holiday is tainted with a lonely hobbit. Wishing to share with his other half. Wishing to know who belongs to this name that is elegantly scrawled across his wrist. Wishing to hold the figure that shows up in his dreams. To comfort them and make everything better. To make him less lonely like himself. To hold him in his sleep and wake up beside him every morning and know that they’ll be okay. To know Thorin Oakenshield.