masterburglar (masterburglar) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2015-01-16 19:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | bilbo baggins, violet parr |
Who: Bilbo Baggins and open (Violet Parr!)
Where: The roof of Potts Tower
When: Friday afternoon, right around sunset
What: Bilbo's exploring the world he suddenly found himself in from a place up high
Status: Incomplete, threaded.
As a hobbit, and a relatively young hobbit at the brilliant age of fifty-two, Bilbo was full of curiosity. The road behind him had filled him with the sense of adventure and exploration. He had seen the open world, no small task for any hobbit, let alone any other creature of Middle Earth. While he had been relieved to be home again, to have his feet safely in one place on the ground, Bilbo had that unsettling feeling that something was missing. He had his pipe and his weed, of which he was smoking currently. He had his memories and the Ring had even come here with him, though those who had greeted him upon arrival had taken that. Good riddance, Bilbo thought. His life felt lighter because of its absence, as though a burden had been lifted from his very soul.
His feet carried him upward, knowing that the best views of the world came from above. He walked the roof of the giant, massive building that he found himself an inhabitant of. It was no Shire and certainly his new home wasn't as homey as a hobbit hole; however, it had a quality to it of mystery and intrigue.
Timing his venture up high to be near when the sun set, Bilbo stood at the ledge of the tall building with his pipe dangling from his mouth and puffing out smoke. Ah, weed. He did indeed miss Gandalf and his companionship in moments like these, but perhaps here, he might meet others who might share similar interests.