Crunchy Cryptid Creations

They were the hands he held before he had set out towards the Lonely Mountain before he gained his scars and his ring. Bilbo was the Bilbo Baggins of old long before the old coot Gandalf badgered him into joining the Company of Thorin Oakensheild. Bilbo’s head still spinning thought of the young dwarven King. He remembered holding him in his arms. He remembered the life draining from Thorin’s eyes. Tears welled up in Bilbo's eyes as he grappled with the bittersweet mix of emotions. He was back in the peace of the Shire, back in the comfort of his hobbit hole, but he was also burdened with the memories of a life lived, a life filled with both joy and sorrow. He remembered. 

I posted a few chapters on ao3 if anyone is interested