“May I enter?”
I asked, and knocked carefully on the door to Bilbo’s room. He sounded like he was moving something, walking around for a while, before he answered the door.
“Of course, Vanya. Always, always.”
He said, letting me in. He closed the door behind, looking a bit puzzled that I was here. I dropped to my knees, so that we were the same height and hugged him. A bit surprised he hugged me back.
“I miss being this height.”
I whispered, while he still held me in his arms.
“It has been a while, since you were that child. Still I do miss having you at my height.”
He said, sensing something was wrong. I ignored the unspoken question. I did not want to deal with the troubles of the present at this time.
“What happened to them, Bilbo? What happen?”
I asked. He shook his head, but I begged him.
“At least have a seat. It is more comfortable.”
He suggested. He was the oldest of us, and still it was him taking care of me and not the other way around. He was not happy talking about it. He had already seen me breaking down in tears, when I learned of the death of Thorin, Fili and Kili.
“Gloin, you saw at the meeting. He lives in the lonely mountain.”
I nodded, I had seen him, but had not had the time to speak with him.
“Most of them live in the mountain. Nori, Dori, Bofur, Dwalin, Bombur and Bifur.”
He told me. I nodded, realizing some names was missing.
“And the others?”
I asked. Bilbo did not seem willing to talk about it, but did it anyway for me.
“Balin, Oin and Ori went to the mines of Moria, wanting to start a new colony there. We have not heard from them in a long time. I fear something has happened.”
He said, quite uncomfortable by the idea that they might be dead too. Then he smiled carefully at me.
“Bombur has grown even bigger. He is so big now, that it takes six dwarfs to carry him to the dinner table.”
Bilbo told me. I laughed, I could far too easily imagine.
“I think Bifur is still making toys from time to time.”
I smiled, thinking of my doll.
“He still has your doll, siting on his worktable. I found it, looking for all of you.”
Bilbo told me, explaining how Bifur had gotten the doll back. He grapped my hand, looking me straight in the eyes.
“I am so sorry that I did not come for you. I thought… I thought you were safe there, and I just could not bear the thought of you getting hurt.”
He said, quite sad. I shook my head.
“Forget the past, it cannot be undone. I was safer at the Woodland Realms then with you.”
I told him. I had forgiving him a long time ago.