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The visit
to Bag End
by
Maboroshi no Yume
It was a fine day. Most stories start like that - on a
fine day... So, on a fine day, when
sun was already up high in the clear blue sky,
I heard a knock on my door. Considering my way of living,
it was rather unusual. I wasn't
visited by many. Without any haste, I
got to the door (that round green door on which Gandalf once
drew a sign...oh, the start of my great adventures, how much I
cherish the memories of them!) and opened it. To my greatest
surprise, I was greeted by a very familiar face. And a very
familiar voice, too.
- Hello, my old friend!
- Balin! Oh, am I glad to see you! Do, come in, come in!
My dear friend entered and, like that time ago, hanged his cloak
on a hook near the door. I watched him and suddenly (what story
can do without this word!), suddenly I
was overflowed by emotions I cannot even start to describe and
tears welled in my eyes.
- Bilbo, are you okay?
- Yes, yes, I'm okay. It's...oh, it was so sudden to see you,
and here I was, remembering our
adventures, just right now!
- I, too, remember our travels often. These memories are among
my most treasured ones.
We stood there, smiling at each other, but then I thought it was
not very polite to keep guests, even old friends, standing in
the corridor and invited Balin to the
dining room.
- Some tea, maybe?
- That would've been very nice, Bilbo.
Considering the way the dwarves stormed into my house and one by
one asked to bring them beer, cakes,
tea, coffee, etc., etc. that was almost ceremonial way to ask.
So, after tea we remembered some of our adventures with good
laugh, talked about others from our
Company.
- And what about you, Bilbo? How do you live here?
- Well, nothing changed, not much at least. We, Bagginses,
aren't that respected as before, that's all.
- We? I didn't know you had any close relatives. With your
family name, I mean.
- I do not have any, but one. It's my nephew, Frodo. He's living
with the Brandybucks for now, but I
think I'll invite him to live here.
Bag End's big, there's enough room for two, and even more. Poor
lad lost his parents recently, so I think he'd like this.
But enough of me. What about you, Balin? What are you up
to?
- Me? I'm up to going back to Moria, to take it back and restore
it, so Dwarves could live there again.
- Moria?
- It was taken by the Orcs a long time ago. Now is the time to
take it back.
- You're going to fight for it?
- Of course. I do not think the Orcs will surrender it without
bloodshed.
- Oh, Balin, but it is so dangerous!
- And again, you're Bilbo Baggins from Bag End before our travel,
- he said, chuckling. - You always
think of danger first.
- It is not of danger I think first, it is of *you* I think
first, Balin!! - I rose up and slammed my hand against the
tabletop in frustration and some sort
of anger.
I must have had quite a look on my face, because Balin stared at
me with bewildered eyes. He too, got
up and walked closer to me. And then, crushed
me to his broad chest. (If you remember that Balin was a
Dwarf, that means he was very strong
compared to us, Hobbits, so I'm using the word 'crushed'
almost literary here.)
- My dear, dear Bilbo... - words more felt than heard, so quiet
a whisper they were. And then, as
sudden as this embrace was, it ended. To my disappointment, I
must admit.
- I am sorry, my friend, for not taking notice of my own
strength.
- It is no big deal, Balin. But still, I repeat, it is a
dangerous thing, to go take Moria back.
He sighed, - Do you remember us in Smaug's treasury? We are
fascinated by our treasures, we love
them and this is a jealous kind of love. A Dwarf
that learned to love something other is a rarity. Though,
not really much of rarity. I, personally, know of one.
- Just one? - I still had much to learn about Dwarves, that's
certain!
- Yes, one.
- Do I know this person? - maybe it was one of our Company, even?
- You know that person well, my friend. It's me.
- And what is it that you love more than treasures, Balin? Is it
Moria?
- You. It's you I love, Bilbo Baggins.
Positively, I still have *much* to learn about Dwarves!
- Me? You...me?
I do not remember being in this kind of stupor before...ever.
But Balin stands here, just confessed his love for me and waits
for my answer. Depending on what I
say...I can lose him forever, or...no. The only answer I have
for him is:
- Yes.
- Beg my pardon?
Umm...that last bit I said aloud right? Didn't mean to.
- I love you too, Balin.
I cannot describe the look on his face. Like the weary traveller
finally came home, but not quite.
And, after these words were said, the kiss was perfectly
in order. So we kissed. Balin was
surprisingly gentle, but I guess deep inside I always knew he'd
be. Just knew it.
Both out of breath, we parted. He looked at me with a grin I
wanted him to keep on his face forever.
- Want to take our relationship to another level?
- Hmm? - it suddenly dawned on me. - Yes! Of course I want to!
I don't know how it happened, but here I am, lying on my bed,
clothes gone. He caresses my burning skin, wet tongue tracing a
line starting on my throat and coming lower, to my navel. I
cannot suppress a moan, and I feel him smile when he heard it.
His weight pins me down as he penetrates my tight flesh.
This is impossible, this filling, his cock as if in my throat,
it fills me fully. And, for minutes,
hours, maybe days, I was grinding my hips against his, taking
all he could give, taking everything. His hot seed inside me,
that alone was enough to bring me over
the edge, that, and his hoarse voice whispering my name...
- Will you stay?
- Stay?
- Here, with me.
- Do you think I can?
- And why not? - I am suddenly angry. I mean, what's the point
of this all if Balin, my beloved Balin is just going to leave me
again?!
He sighs.
- What a life will that be, Bilbo? I do not belong here, besides,
you were going to invite your nephew to live here...
- Frodo'll understand--
- I'm sure he will, but what about all others? They will not.
- And I cannot go with you for the same reason... It was doomed
from the start, wasn't it?
- I think it was.
It is my turn to let out a sigh. A long one.
- But at least for today, you're here and I'm here. I think it's
enough, what about you? - I muster
some trace of laughter as I speak.
- It's enough.
And it really is. I remember this in the morning, watching him
leave. This happiness, no matter what small a bit we shared, was
worth the pain that will come later. Still is.
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