modern au; in an alternate world, bilbo baggins and thorin oakenshield reunite after the events of the hobbit.
~ for pancakes ~
One day you’ll meet a stranger
And all the noise is silenced in the room
You’ll feel that you’re close to some mystery
Bilbo Baggins has always known that (unprepossessing appearance aside), nothing about him is truly ordinary, starting from the vivid dreams that he feels he will never be free of.
He dreams of the clash of steel, of caverns of gleaming treasure deep beneath the earth. Of whispering, shadowed woods; and bright faces that seem not altogether human. Of a city hidden in the heart of a valley, of the wind on his upturned face in a time when the world was young.
He finds himself humming snatches of songs he has never heard, but which he nevertheless knows in his bones. He has always been fond of fireplaces, and more so of falling asleep with one close by.
Old parchment beneath his fingers, when he has occasion to touch it, feels like the touch of an old friend. He prefers to write with a quill, a curious affectation to those who know him, but he has never been able to explain that it feels at home in his hands as the earth does beneath his bare feet.
He does not fear spiders, but he has never liked them.
He has always sought a quiet life, wanting to cause as few ripples as possible in the wide seas of the world. Those dreams crumble the day he meets the only stranger in his life who has never felt like a stranger, and they turn to ash on the wind the moment he realises that his dreams were never dreams, but memories.
And that he is not alone.
*magical serendipity, singer shares name with Bilbo’s blade.