febobe

You know, I was browsing through my files and discovered this little piece based on two Shirebunnies, and I don't recall ever posting it. If I have, well, bear with me. ;) And I'll double-post it over at febobefics later, for good measure, but since most folks read here, well. . . .



F79. What were Bilbo’s thoughts, at the Council, when Frodo volunteered to continue to take “his” Ring to Mordor? Was he proud? Frightened? Upset? Or maybe just wishing for a longer look at his Ring after all these years?

F50. Bilbo took very few things with him when he left the Shire, but his mithril mail and Sting were among them... he obviously valued them highly. How did he decide to give them to Frodo? Was it a difficult decision?

DECISIONS

"I will take the Ring, though I do not know the way."

Oh, my lad.

Oh, my poor, dear, brave lad.

I would rather that you stayed here with me. You should, you know. It was only just yesterday you woke, when we feared you might never wake again - the last thing you need is to volunteer yourself for what sounds as if it could well be the most dangerous adventure in the history of the known world! I want you to stay here with me, to let Lossmeril look after you and make sure that you eat, to let Lomendil make you the most delicious pastries you have ever tasted, to let Mallenfaigliel spin stories by the fire until you fall asleep of an evening.

But your decision is made.

And, as ever, I can do so little for you.

Protection, now, you'll need plenty of that. . .well, there's Sting, and you won't find a better blade for a hobbit. And my mithril-coat. . .surely that would turn even a goblin-blade. When will I use them again now? Better keeping you safe than gathering dust in my room. I should never forgive myself if I let you go off without them.

Never did I think it would come to this. But it has, and a most unexpected end at that. Though it isn't an end, I suppose - it's a beginning. But a beginning of what? That is what frightens me most. And I fear whether I shall live to see it to its end. I should like to see you return here to me, safe and sound, though I suppose I still don't understand all the fuss over my ring. Then we could have some good talks, and sit in peace - and we may yet, before you go, if Master Elrond will spare you long enough from whatever preparations I am sure he will have. Well, he shall just have to manage, for I have preparations of my own for you, Frodo-lad.

Your parents gave you roots.

It is my place to give you wings.