An Unexpected Alternate Universe - Bagginshield Week Day 5 we must away ere break of day To be perfe

An Unexpected Alternate Universe - Bagginshield Week Day 5 we must away ere break of day To be perfectly honest, Bilbo Baggins had a Plan.   It was a very good plan, if he could say so himself.  As the great ship made its way to Valinor and as the years of his life began to fade away from Bilbo, leaving him as the younger, if still-middle-aged Hobbit he had been when Gandalf had dragged him into all these shenanigans, Bilbo was even more convinced of the Rightness of his Plan.  Was he not the greatest Burglar in all of Middle-earth?  Did he not manage to burgle the One Ring, riddle with a Dragon and steal thirteen Dwarves out from under the Elven-king’s nose?  So Bilbo Baggins thought that he was perfectly justified in running off to the Halls of Aule, with every intention of stealing himself one grumpy, ridiculously beautiful King Under the Mountain.  Certainly he wasn’t Luthien Tinuviel and the love he and his Dwarf King bore for each under went unrecorded in the tales, for it had been a story that he could not ever bear to share with anyone.  Grand tales of star-crossed love were not for Hobbits.   But Bilbo didn’t care.  He and Thorin had been denied a life together in Middle-earth.  The part about ruling Erebor wasn’t that important to Bilbo.  Yavanna’s Mercy, he had no hankering to be some sort of Royal Uppityness or Whatever.  But he’d hoped that perhaps one day, he and Thorin would have a chance to grow old together, to live in Bag End, to have a life together filled with love and laughter and nephews’ mischief.  All those hopes died on the same day Thorin took his last breath.  So now, so close to Valinor and the Valar, Bilbo had his Plan.  And it would have worked too and even dear, sweet Frodo was willing to help his Uncle Bilbo out, curious as the lad was about the Dwarf he might have called uncle as well, if Fate had been kinder.  Alas, Bilbo did not count upon the mischief by a Certain Set of Giggling Valar Clouds - Pink, Green, Blue and Purple.  We must note that it was the Pink Valar Cloud who had wanted to allow Bilbo his Burglary but the Green Valar Cloud had a better idea, abetted by the Fuzzy Purple Cloud.  The Blue Valar Cloud consented if the love shared by Certain Red-haired Dwarf and a Wood-Elf Prince would not be affected by this new course of events.   A pact was made.  Agreements were set.  And so it was that Bilbo Baggins woke up, in his own bed, in Bag End, exactly three months before Gandalf the Grey would darken his door to invite him to an adventure with thirteen Dwarves. The very first thing that Bilbo did upon waking up and realizing what was going on was scream.  The screaming conveniently prevented him from hearing the Giggling Valar Clouds.  Still.  A second chance.  A new life.  A way from preventing his beloved King and two of their dear boys from ending up being spitted on orc arrows and swords.  A way from preventing the youngest of their three darling boys from being near-devoured in body and soul by that thrice-cursed Ring.  Bilbo’s Tookishness firmly beat down on his Baggins Sensibilities, all of which were for curling up in a corner and crying his eyes out.  Somehow he’d been blessed by the Valar themselves about this - never mind the giggling - and he was going to take this second chance and use it for all he was worth.  So the very first thing Bilbo did was run off into the Wild, intent on getting a pair of Elven-swords and an Elvish letter opener.  This time around, Bilbo didn’t end up becoming the receptacle of Troll bogeys.  When Bilbo returned, a bit scratched up and dirty, but nonetheless whole and hale - and once more, the whispers of Mad Bilbo Baggins began to start up again, which he conveniently ignored - he made sure to stock his pantry, read up on his recipe-books and calmly waited for the arrival of a certain gray-robed Wizard.  A full week before Gandalf was due to arrive in the Shire, there was a knock on Bilbo’s door.  Now, most of Bilbo’s nosy relatives, especially Lobelia, had the sense to ring the doorbell.  Also, the heaviness of that particular knock reminded Bilbo distinctly of a thick Dwarven fist and however hard he listened for it, he did not hear the shrill, unpleasant voice of his least favorite cousin following said knock.  Heart fluttering madly and wondering what fresh new Valar-wrought mischief was this, Bilbo opened the door.  And standing in his doorway, as beautiful and as majestic as he remembered him was Thorin Oakenshield.  Thorin offered him one of those knee-weakening, achingly shy smiles and in his arms…. Well, there was Frodo as the very wee-est of fauntlings, big blue eyes so much like Thorin’s sparkling with mischief and unnervingly far more knowing than any little child had any right to be.  “Bilbo-papa!” Little Frodo crowed.  Right.  There was only one sane, sensible thing that a Hobbit of Baggins and Took descent could do.  “Nope."  Bilbo fainted.  *** end (sort of! Fine.  This can be a TBC) *** Note:  Fine, you guys got me.  I think I might continue this as a new series because I am a sucker for shenanigans - especially time-travelling shenanigans that result in alternate universes where everyone lives! Please note the Presence of the Giggling Valar Clouds bead-bead, determamfidd, Mr. Bead and uh….. we went for Fuzzy Purple because dets wanted to be blue.  This is the only logical explanation I have for the Unexpected Alternate Universe prompt.  Giggling Valar Clouds FTW!  -- source link

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