Echoes of your Soul - Part 2AheavenreturnedJune 20 2013, 05:01:14 UTC
I really took liberties with the song in this one OP. I changed some lyrics. I hope it's still ok
Bilbo sat staring into the fire as those around him ate and chatted. He’d been surprised when Thorin sat down a ways behind him. Usually the surely dwarf sat as far from everyone as possible.
“Mr Boggins!” Kili suddenly plopped down on one side of him with Fili, his ever present shadow on the other side of the Hobbit.
“Kili…” Bilbo started and then shook his head, “You know what? Never mind. What did you boys need?”
“Kili was wonder-”
“I was not! You said it first!”
“Anyhow, we were wondering. Why did you not want to sing today? Is it something special to Hobbit folk?” Fili waggled his eyebrows in a bizarre way that for some reason had Bilbo blushing.
“Oh….” Bilbo trailed off a bit, wondering how to explain, “Hobbits actually seem similar to you dwarves in a ways with your songs. You see though, my voice isn’t normal, and with my family history, it makes people uncomfortable.”
Seeing their blank looks he shook his head trying to figure out how to tell them so much history in a few short sentences.
“My mother was a Took, who for a family or clan of hobbit if you will. Aren’t the most respectable of peoples. They go on adventures, we’ve had a few smithies, a few racers, and there are stories about mixed blood. Hobbits are simple creatures who enjoy things without the frills. So anything over the top is frowned upon or is suspicious.”
“I see where this is going laddie,” Balin put in with a shake of his head, “Seems a shame that someone with your set of pipes would be treated so awful. Guess things aren’t as nice in the Shire as we folks always hear.”
Shooting a gentle smile at Balin, Bilbo rubbed his head before pasting on a smile and glancing at Ori.
“I promised you another song though! I’ve got the perfect one but it’s rather old, from before the first Hobbit ever settled into the Shire. It’s not the happiest of songs though and is being lost because people refuse to sing it any longer.”
He watched as Bofur snickered and elbowed Ori knowingly, seemed they were learning quite a bit about him. He really did love the older ballads with more melancholy verses and tunes.
“Mikilahul, 12 and 10, my dear and loving son John Your good friend the schoolmaster Pat McNamara's so good as to write these words down. Your brothers have all gone to find work in the East, the house is so empty and sad The crop of potatoes is sorely infected, a third to a half of them bad. And your sister Brigid and Patrick O'Donnell are going to be married in June. Your mother says not to work in the taverns and be sure to come on home soon.”
Aware that all eyes were on him he continued a little more surely when Kili practically snuggled into his side.
“Mikilahul, 12 and 20, dear and loving son John Hello to your Mrs and to your 4 children, may they grow to be healthy and strong. Michael has got in a wee bit of trouble, I guess that he never will learn. Because of the dampness there's no turf to speak of and now we have nothing to burn. And Brigid is happy, you named a child for her and now she's got six of her own. You say you found work, but you won't say what kind or when you will be coming home.”
It wasn’t often that the company was silent, but in that moment their little campsite was as still as a tomb and the air was heavy. Not thinking about it and trying to comfort himself for the coming verses Bilbo tangled a hand into Fili’s hair. Nobody noticed Thorin creeping closer to the hobbit and his nephews.
Re: Echoes of your Soul - Part 2BheavenreturnedJune 20 2013, 05:02:04 UTC
“Mikilahul, 12 and 30, dear Michael and John, my sons I'm sorry to give you the very sad news that your dear old mother passed on. We buried her down in a lovely sunny spot, your brothers and Brigid were there. You don't have to worry, she died very quickly, remember her in your prayers. And it's so good to hear that Michael's returning, with money he's sure to buy land For the crop has been poor and the people are selling at any price that they can.”
Bilbo couldn’t keep his voice from wavering. He was completely ignorant that it wasn’t just the song that was keeping his fellow company members fascinated. His soul was sparking and crying out in loneliness and sorrow. He’d been alone and shunned for so long his soul was trying to be heard in any way it could.
“Mikilahul, 12 and 40, my dear and loving son John I guess that I might be close on to eighty, it's thirty years since you're gone. Because of all of the money you send me, I'm still living out on my own. Michael has built himself a fine house and Brigid's daughters have grown. Thank you for sending your family picture, they're lovely young women and men. You say that you might even come for a visit, what a joy to see you again.”
His voice was beginning to hitch at certain points, which was laughable really. He’d sung the song so often and never been in tears before. He jumped slightly but carried on with the verse when someone warm pressed up against his back. He knew immediately who it was and tried to take comfort from the three dwarves surrounding him.
“Mikilahul, 12 and 42, my dear brother John I'm sorry that I didn't write any sooner to tell you that father passed on. He was living with Brigid, she says he was cheerful and healthy right down to the end. Ah, you should have seen him play with the grandchildren of Pat McNamara, your friend. And we buried him alongside of our dear old mother, down in the nice sunny glen yard. He was a strong and a feisty old man, considering his life was so hard. And it's funny the way he kept talking about you, he called for you in the end. Oh, why don't you think about coming to visit, we'd all love to see you again.”
He broke off and pressed a kiss into Kili’s hair not even noticing he was doing it really. Glancing up he was surprised to see the other’s looking rather broken hearted and a few hiding tears.
Bilbo made a soft ‘eeep’ when he found himself pulled backwards into an awkward embrace. Glancing up from where he was being held against Thorin’s chest his eyes met aure.
“Why don’t you think he wrote?” Ori’s voice was trembling and Bilbo looked at him with an odd quirk to his lips and after a quick glance to Nori he couldn’t help but give a fond smile. “I think he became a thief. His family is said to have been starving and he wanted to help. At the same time he was ashamed. He didn’t want to disappoint his parents.”
“Good tune Mister Baggins.” Bofur muttered and with that they seemed to break up and begin getting ready to turn in for the night. Ignoring the lone Hobbit and his three clinger ons.
Bilbo sighed, feeling like something in him was being healed in a way he wasn’t even aware. He was content to sit with Kili and Fili on either side of him and Thorin cradling him like something special.
Gandalf was right. He wouldn’t be the same again, perhaps he’d be better.
Re: Echoes of your Soul - Part 2Bhakusho009December 19 2013, 01:53:28 UTC
That was great! I really liked how Bilbo got to be part of a Durin sandwich at the end. So cute! But, could you please PLEASE tell me what song that is? I've been looking around and can't find it but would so love to hear it.
Bilbo sat staring into the fire as those around him ate and chatted. He’d been surprised when Thorin sat down a ways behind him. Usually the surely dwarf sat as far from everyone as possible.
“Mr Boggins!” Kili suddenly plopped down on one side of him with Fili, his ever present shadow on the other side of the Hobbit.
“Kili…” Bilbo started and then shook his head, “You know what? Never mind. What did you boys need?”
“Kili was wonder-”
“I was not! You said it first!”
“Anyhow, we were wondering. Why did you not want to sing today? Is it something special to Hobbit folk?” Fili waggled his eyebrows in a bizarre way that for some reason had Bilbo blushing.
“Oh….” Bilbo trailed off a bit, wondering how to explain, “Hobbits actually seem similar to you dwarves in a ways with your songs. You see though, my voice isn’t normal, and with my family history, it makes people uncomfortable.”
Seeing their blank looks he shook his head trying to figure out how to tell them so much history in a few short sentences.
“My mother was a Took, who for a family or clan of hobbit if you will. Aren’t the most respectable of peoples. They go on adventures, we’ve had a few smithies, a few racers, and there are stories about mixed blood. Hobbits are simple creatures who enjoy things without the frills. So anything over the top is frowned upon or is suspicious.”
“I see where this is going laddie,” Balin put in with a shake of his head, “Seems a shame that someone with your set of pipes would be treated so awful. Guess things aren’t as nice in the Shire as we folks always hear.”
Shooting a gentle smile at Balin, Bilbo rubbed his head before pasting on a smile and glancing at Ori.
“I promised you another song though! I’ve got the perfect one but it’s rather old, from before the first Hobbit ever settled into the Shire. It’s not the happiest of songs though and is being lost because people refuse to sing it any longer.”
He watched as Bofur snickered and elbowed Ori knowingly, seemed they were learning quite a bit about him. He really did love the older ballads with more melancholy verses and tunes.
“Mikilahul, 12 and 10, my dear and loving son John
Your good friend the schoolmaster Pat McNamara's so good
as to write these words down.
Your brothers have all gone to find work in the East,
the house is so empty and sad
The crop of potatoes is sorely infected,
a third to a half of them bad.
And your sister Brigid and Patrick O'Donnell
are going to be married in June.
Your mother says not to work in the taverns
and be sure to come on home soon.”
Aware that all eyes were on him he continued a little more surely when Kili practically snuggled into his side.
“Mikilahul, 12 and 20, dear and loving son John
Hello to your Mrs and to your 4 children,
may they grow to be healthy and strong.
Michael has got in a wee bit of trouble,
I guess that he never will learn.
Because of the dampness there's no turf to speak of
and now we have nothing to burn.
And Brigid is happy, you named a child for her
and now she's got six of her own.
You say you found work, but you won't say
what kind or when you will be coming home.”
It wasn’t often that the company was silent, but in that moment their little campsite was as still as a tomb and the air was heavy. Not thinking about it and trying to comfort himself for the coming verses Bilbo tangled a hand into Fili’s hair. Nobody noticed Thorin creeping closer to the hobbit and his nephews.
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“Mikilahul, 12 and 30, dear Michael and John, my sons
I'm sorry to give you the very sad news
that your dear old mother passed on.
We buried her down in a lovely sunny spot,
your brothers and Brigid were there.
You don't have to worry, she died very quickly,
remember her in your prayers.
And it's so good to hear that Michael's returning,
with money he's sure to buy land
For the crop has been poor and the people
are selling at any price that they can.”
Bilbo couldn’t keep his voice from wavering. He was completely ignorant that it wasn’t just the song that was keeping his fellow company members fascinated. His soul was sparking and crying out in loneliness and sorrow. He’d been alone and shunned for so long his soul was trying to be heard in any way it could.
“Mikilahul, 12 and 40, my dear and loving son John
I guess that I might be close on to eighty,
it's thirty years since you're gone.
Because of all of the money you send me,
I'm still living out on my own.
Michael has built himself a fine house
and Brigid's daughters have grown.
Thank you for sending your family picture,
they're lovely young women and men.
You say that you might even come for a visit,
what a joy to see you again.”
His voice was beginning to hitch at certain points, which was laughable really. He’d sung the song so often and never been in tears before. He jumped slightly but carried on with the verse when someone warm pressed up against his back. He knew immediately who it was and tried to take comfort from the three dwarves surrounding him.
“Mikilahul, 12 and 42, my dear brother John
I'm sorry that I didn't write any sooner to tell you that father passed on.
He was living with Brigid, she says he was cheerful
and healthy right down to the end.
Ah, you should have seen him play with
the grandchildren of Pat McNamara, your friend.
And we buried him alongside of our dear old mother,
down in the nice sunny glen yard.
He was a strong and a feisty old man,
considering his life was so hard.
And it's funny the way he kept talking about you,
he called for you in the end.
Oh, why don't you think about coming to visit,
we'd all love to see you again.”
He broke off and pressed a kiss into Kili’s hair not even noticing he was doing it really. Glancing up he was surprised to see the other’s looking rather broken hearted and a few hiding tears.
Bilbo made a soft ‘eeep’ when he found himself pulled backwards into an awkward embrace. Glancing up from where he was being held against Thorin’s chest his eyes met aure.
“Why don’t you think he wrote?” Ori’s voice was trembling and Bilbo looked at him with an odd quirk to his lips and after a quick glance to Nori he couldn’t help but give a fond smile.
“I think he became a thief. His family is said to have been starving and he wanted to help. At the same time he was ashamed. He didn’t want to disappoint his parents.”
“Good tune Mister Baggins.” Bofur muttered and with that they seemed to break up and begin getting ready to turn in for the night. Ignoring the lone Hobbit and his three clinger ons.
Bilbo sighed, feeling like something in him was being healed in a way he wasn’t even aware. He was content to sit with Kili and Fili on either side of him and Thorin cradling him like something special.
Gandalf was right. He wouldn’t be the same again, perhaps he’d be better.
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