After months of travelling we finally made it back to Bag-End. I don't know how to explain it but as soon as we arrived in Bag-End I knew I was home, I felt warm and comfortable. We were greeted by surprised villagers who assumed we were dead. I smiled as we were finally home. We rode through the market and the lake. Children ran around and animals crossed our path. I could ride the rest of the journey with my eyes closed, even though I was gone for so long, I would never be able to forget each path and uneven stone in this village.

We rode up the hill and I saw it. Home. I saw the green, circular door with the golden door knob, the bench Bilbo and I sat on everyday and the colourful flowers leading up to our door. I jumped off my pony and tied it to the fence, Bilbo did the same. Gandalf left us right outside the borders of the Shire. He said he had places he needed to be. We said our goodbyes even though we knew we would see him soon. Bilbo carried a large shield and sword in his hand, his satchel was almost double the size of what it was before and mine remained the same.

I still had my sword strapped around my waist and my dagger strapped to my inner thigh. I've been wearing the same brown skirt, tunic and black corset that Bain gave me back in Lake-Town. I was loathing for a long sleep and a long wash. I wanted to get clean, change into new clothes and eat some decent food.

I looked at Bilbo before practically skipping up the steps leading to my door. Bilbo was not far behind me. "It feels good to be home." I said. "You said it. I'm going to curl up by the fireplace and read my books, just how it was." Bilbo smiled at the thought. Just how it was. Did I really want that?

Bilbo unlocked the door and slowly opened it. We were welcomed by the warmth of the hobbit hole and the familiar scent of books and wood and the fabric of the carpets laid throughout the hole. I strolled through the house and I reached the pantry. I slowly walked in. I smiled at the empty company, the only things left were the vegetables. I laughed to myself as the main vegetables that were left untouched were the green ones. I got flashbacks to Rivendell when the dwarves wouldn't stop moaning about the green vegetables and the lack of meat.

I circled the pantry and made my way out, I took a turn to my bedroom. I pushed open the door and I felt happy to be back in my room. My bookshelves were as they were before, candles around the room and a neatly made bed with my rarely lit fireplace in the corner of the room close to my bed. I also had plant pots all around my room, many filled with Rosa Peaces that died long ago.

I walked over to the plant pot of dead flowers and cupped the one with the most remaining petals, most of them had withered away. "Not all good things last forever." I mumbled to myself with a hint of sadness.

I slumped down onto my bed and brushed my hands along the soft quilt, I brushed my feet over the handmade rug under my feet and then looked up to the window above my head. The colourful stained glass window reflected all different colours onto my wooden floor. Everything seemed like normal. The sun shining, the trickling of the lake, the villagers talking and the birds chirping, just how it was all those months ago.

My bag was on the floor by my feet. I pulled it off the ground, onto my bed and pulled out the stuff inside. I laid the objects across my bed: my hairbrush, my clothes which got soaked from when we escaped from Mirkwood. They had obviously dried up now but i'll admit, they smelt awful, of dirty water and dried blood, from where I was standing in a pool of Kili's blood and of course fish. I was stupid for not leaving them behind.

I chucked the ruined clothes onto the floor, i'll throw them away later. I used to have loads of water and food but we used those up many weeks ago. I still had my old Rosa Peace, the one that was dying, I kept Kili's one is my pocket. The ring was still on my finger. I couldn't help but smile at the ring.

I was a plain, golden ring. I could see my distorted reflection off the ring. I slid the ring off my finger to see dwarfish ruins running around the inside. I wasn't able to read the ruins but i'm guessing, knowing Kili, it is something significant.

I slid the ring back of my finger when Bilbo knocked at my door. "Hi (Y/N)." "Hey." "I was just checking up on you. Supper will be ready soon. I've changed up the menu a bit as I remember it was you that suggested we have something different for once, I think i've had just about enough of fish ." I chuckled at the laughable memory when we all had to sit in barrels filled with fish.

"Yeah, I think i've had enough fish now," He continued "I think once you hit the stage where your covered in them, then it's time to switch it up." I laughed and Bilbo smiled. He looked down at his feet and pointed behind him. "Right...well i'm gonna go now so...yeah."

He walked out and closed the door behind him. He hasn't been too different but there is something about him that hasn't been right. I can understand. He lost his best friend, I was extremely lucky for Kili to come back to me but Bilbo didn't get that. It saddens me to see Bilbo this upset, he's never been or felt like, not since his parents passed away when I was only 5 years old, I never got to meet them because they lived across middle-earth so I wasn't as upset, but Bilbo was different.

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I just finished having supper with Bilbo. I tucked into a piece of fruit and fish, it felt amazing to eat normal food again but it felt...empty. There was no singing, no cheering, no fork clashing and no company of Thorin Oakenshield. Ive come to realise that in their absence ive grown to miss them very much. For months I have been used to being surrounded by dwarves and their, different to a hobbits, lifestyle, that not being because we were travelling across middle-earth.

I've just finished filling the bath with warm water. I slipped into the tub and I felt as the warm water met my skin. Last time I was in water it was a freezing cold lake whilst running from orcs. Once I was sitting in the tub I grabbed my soap bar and washed my body with all different exotic fragrances, soaps and oils. It felt so relaxing to be in warm water and finally clean, I laid there for nearly half an hour until the water had gone cold.

I pulled myself out the tub and wrapped a towel around my hair and squeezed the water out of my hair. I walked over to the bathroom mirror and stared at myself. It's like I hardly recognise myself. I was a lot skinner now, on both my body and my face. My skin was silky and clean, purple bangs hung under my eyes, my hair had become a lot wavier and longer, it now reaches just below my elbows. I looked a lot different than I once did all those months ago but I liked it.

"(Y/N)!" Bilbo yelled from the other side of the door "You have been in there for half. an. hour! Get out before I break down the door!" Bilbo knocked on the door and I laughed as I walked out. "Alright Father, keep your hair on. Oh and by the way, the waters cold so you'll have to run another." Here definitely was not hot water left. "(Y/N)!" Bilbo yelled as I ran off, I ran to my bedroom and shut the door behind me. It felt good to be home.

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It's midnight and I haven't been able to get a wink of sleep, every time I close my eyes I think back to the battle which reminds me of trauma I am trying so hard to leave behind. And I missed the company, I missed the snoring at an inhumane volume, I miss the laughter and the comfort of family. And most of all I miss Kili, after the most horrific few days of my life he's who I want to be laying beside me, comforting me when I couldn't sleep. But he wasn't here.

It was so quiet, I could only hear the gentle trickles of the pond outside the hobbit hole. However my ears perked when through the silence I heard a sudden gasp come from Bilbos room. I jumped out of bed and speed walked into his room to make sure if he was okay but the sight broke my heart.

Bilbo was sat up in bed, in a cold sweat with teary eyes and his chest heaving. "Father?" I asked from the doorway, like when I was a young hobbit and I was stood at the door when I had a nightmare and wanted my father with my pajamas on with my teddy bear clutched under my arm. However, I was frozen by this sight i'd never seen my own father in. He didn't say anything but he looked at me brining a hand up to his quivering lip.

I didn't need to say anything, I just climbed into bed with him and held him, his sobs echoing through the room. "I know, Father, I know." I knew exactly how he was feeling, we both knew this was going to be a rough night. "Thorin," He sobbed "And Fili and Kili, my god. They were just young boys." "I know they were, but we got Kili back, that's gotta count as something right?" I said as I rubbed his back in comforting circles, this moment becoming a parallel to when I was a kid.

"And you," He continued "I was stupid for ever letting you onto that battlefield. If I had lost you- god, you're a kid." "Well i'm here," I hugged him harder "I'm safe and i'm not going anywhere," I promised "You'll never loose me." We both sat there for no idea how long, comforting him that i'm here and we're all alive and well, we'll, almost all of us. And that broke my heart.

I stayed in his bed sitting next to him until the early hours of the morning until we both fell back onto the bed and managed to get a few hours of sleep, holding onto each other, both shielding each other from the nightmares that await before the shire woke up and we would have to too. First night down, and so many to go.