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.
“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.
Fin
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