Bilba Baggins was just a simple hobbit. Nothing out of the ordinary ever happened anymore. She lived all alone in her kindly little hobbit hole in peace. She had grown up in her home and planned to die there as well. She had in fact missed her home, Bag End, when she had married many years previously. Her husband was quiet the dull, well respected hobbit. Bilba on the other hand had quiet the adventurous side to her. A side that made her dear mother, Belladonna Took, overjoyed with pride till the day she died.
Bilba and her husband had divorced, technically, years ago when she had gotten pregnant and he accused her of being a harlot and left her. That’s when Bilba had returned to Bag End and with the help of her mother, her father had died in the winter, and the guiding hand of Gandalf the Grey, a wizard that had been a family friend for years. When Danny was born, Bilba vowed to take care of him and love him forever. As did Belladonna.
The other Hobbits of the Shire believed her ex-husbands lies and turned their gazes as she walked by. It disheartened her, especially when poor Danny started getting made fun of by other Hobbit children. It was horrible that she couldn’t even protect her own son from the cruelty of hobbit children. The worst was when Belladonna had fallen ill and none of the hobbit healers would see her. When Bilba had finally gotten her to a healer in Bree, there was no saving her, no longer any hope of healing.
After the loss of her mother, her rock in some cases, poor Bilba had fallen into a depression. Normally Hobbit are happy and “jolly” (if you know what I mean) creatures. Once a situation is worse enough for a Hobbit to fall into such a dark state, there is almost always no way to save them from such. Bilba had grown sad and skinny, but she pasted and smile of happiness to her face for Danny. He would not lose the only person in his life because of her being a little sad.
So on Bilba struggled for a few years. Every day she’d pull herself out of bed and start her and Danny’s breakfast. She go to Danny and wake her sleeping angle then feed him and return him to his room so he could dress for school. Once he would leave, she would retire to her room and hide, wallowing in her own little darkness for a few hours. Then she would get herself dressed and get started with cleaning and getting her garden taken care of. When Danny would return, she would fake her smiles and do as normal hobbits should. Danny would do his homework then help Bilba with dinner. After eating the mother and son would retire to the living room where she would read to him as he dosed off then send him off to bed. Her tears were left to the times when she was truly alone. No one was to know of her breaking heart.
On a day, what must have been centuries ago, she heard word of the fall of a might kingdom in lands far from her own. She felt pity for those poor lost souls of the fallen land. She wondered how the survivors were fairing, if there were any. She thought of the mothers and fathers who had lost their children, the brothers and sisters separated by death, husbands and wives having to continue without their one and only. She wondered if the fall of the kingdom would have any effect on The Shire.
It wasn’t until a week later that the effect of the fall came. A man, well….dwarf, had been seen wandering the borders of Hobbiton. Bilba had heard rumor of such and ran out to find Danny. Danny had an adventurous side that Bilba and his late grandmother had adorded deeply. However, being an outcast to his fellow Hobbit children meant that he would always be adventuring alone. Bilba had dashed fast to find her son.
“MAMA!!!!” she heard him cry.
Bilba's heart skipped a beat and her blood boiled. Anger and fear took her as she flew to the sound of his cry. When she arrived to his aid, Danny was lying on the ground, cold and bloody. He was dead.
She dropped to her knees and cried out as she held her child close.
‘Who’ she wondered, ‘Who could have done such a thing?’
She heard a sound and snapped her head up to see. Through the tears in her eyes she saw a man standing before her. Not just any man, a dwarf. His hair mainly black, yet greying with age. His clothes showed he was of importance, but not important enough in her eyes. For his robes were drenched in blood, Danny’s blood. His crystal eyes were red with unshed tears as he gazed down at the she-hobbit and bloody child.
“What have you done?” she whispered, her voice breaking.
He said no words to respond to her. He only continued to stare. A fury Bilba had never remembered corsed through as she screamed.
“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! YOU KILLED AN INNOCENT CHILD! WHAT HARM HAD HE DONE TO YOU?!?!”
His eyes met hers and he opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again. What could be said to a mother when you just murdered her child? He open and closed his mouth several more times before speaking.
“I am Thrain, son of Thror and I-“
“I DON’T GIVE A DAMN WHO YOU ARE!” she interrupted.
He looked to the boy for a long while, and then eventually met the mothers gaze once more.
“I am so deeply sorry.” He whispered before running off into the setting sun.
There Bilba was left, holding her ice cold son. The very last shard of her heart, of her sanity was gone. Never would she forget this pain in her heart. Never would she forget the beast that took her baby from her.
She had buried her son alone, only Gandalf the Grey stood by her as Danny was lowered into the earth. Her heart was gone. There was no point to living, no point to breathing, no point to anything. She would have ended it right there and let her body fall to be by her son forever, but she was undeserving. She didn’t deserve the peacefulness of death. She would never deserve to walk alongside her angle boy and sweet mother on the clouds of heaven. It was her fault Danny had died in such a way. If she hadn’t been so proud and supportive of his adventurousness, he would never have been in those woods when that god awful dwarf had been. Never would she forgive those monsters. Never would she forget.