My birthday mathom to all of you! Enjoy! A double drabble.
Bungo Baggins often stood here with his new bride, looking out over the Shire both of them loved, caring little for the lands beyond that two of her brothers had sought out. He little dreamed that those who’d follow him would so favor their Took antecedents.
Bilbo Baggins would sit under the oak tree with his books, secretly dreaming of lands beyond the dawn and the sunset while in public he behaved with the propriety and predictability expected of a Baggins--until....
Frodo Baggins looked over the land he loved so fiercely, that he yet wished were more alive and aware. He desired the excitement promised by the outside, but found himself clinging the more to what he knew he cherished even as it exasperated him. But then destiny called him away....
Now it is Samwise Gamgee who stands atop the Hill as Master of Bag End, looking south toward the King he loves and honors, east toward the paths he has trodden and the fears he has faced and conquered, then west the way he’s sent his hope.
Within Bag End sleeps the next Master of the Hill, and what dreams he may know are not yet made manifest.