bingo_bolger_baggins | And Then There Were Three: Bingo Bolger-Baggins

It's hard to believe that on this day, three years ago, I came home to the Shire and my little Pantry Smial. Little did I know that a year later I would walk out of that Pantry Smial into a glorious party in the Backside Smial and be sharing the brand new Back End with my friends and family. And you know, I'm still having a hard time recalling this time last year, though I do think it also concerned warm feelings regarding our little home. Perhaps it was during one of my koalified episodes. Hmmm. Home, I suppose I'm thinking about it a great deal lately ~~and, in the finest display of obsessive-compulsive behavior MESPT has yet beheld, linked to every thought of it in my last entry.~~

So here I sit in bed, in a place that is not my home and yet so home-like feeling now. Dear Gary. And if home is where the heart is, then home I am, for friends dear to my heart have joined us here today. I hope my scars and bruises don't frighten them too much. At least the wounds are much better than they were. I wonder how long their trip took and if it was much trouble to find this place, since I haven't taken that trip myself. I feel a bit silly staying here in bed since I am so well, obviously, but I suppose I should stay off my feet still. I won't be well if I tear my wounds, will I? Then who knows when I'll be ready to travel and see everyone.

Uncle Sennie, Melbie, Celly, and--I can't believe it--Elanorelle! I hear them talking. Now when are they coming up? How much patience do they think this poor hobbit can muster? Really!

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~~¬_¬~~ *nods emphatically, feeling that she has ~~italicised~~ spoken enough on the matter for one day, and allows him to pull her into an embrace*

*nods again and smiles at their shared point of reference* Yes.

*incredulous, she pulls away in order to look him in the eyes* He didn't... ~~That fucking son of a-~~ *keeps the rest to herself, even in strikethrough*

*smiles back at her, as he shifts uncomfortably, having pulled his shoulder at an angle that aggravated it a bit*

*nods* I'm afraid so. So that went about as well as you could expect, I suppose. *rolls his eyes* That was shortly after you and I talked in the fall. I haven't seen Iorhael since, but I did sense his presence for a while recently, so I think he has visited Middle-earth.

*shakes his head* And I think I've come to terms with his not being a fully formed being. I hope he knows he has a friend in me always, and I have the distance in myself I need now, but it won't be without strain, of course. Who knows when our paths will cross again.

*shifts his hip, looking at her with a thoughtful smile* Who knew that when our paths crossed again, it would be out here near Bree?

*her face colors with embarrassment at her carelessness when she sees the expression of discomfort on his face* Oh Bingo, I'm so sorry! *gently extricates herself and moves back to a safe enough distance to not cause him further injury*

*nods as she listens, not knowing quite how to comment on the idea of Iorhael's possible reappearance in Middle-Earth, so she focuses on the ways in which Bingo has learned to be able to protect himself instead* I'm glad that you were able to find that distance, Bingo. *smiles softly* And to have made enough peace with the past in order to consider yourself a friend to him, after everything you've been through. That's a very difficult road to travel.

*returns his smile, but with a slightly puzzled look* I'm not sure I understand, Bingo.

*noticing his shifting* Can I help adjust your pillows or try some other way to find a more comfortable position for you, dear?

Nonononono, dearheart! You didn't do anything! I shifted wrongly. I got so caught up in talking with you that I forgot about my wounds. For which I thank you, rather. It's nice to forget. *small smile*

*shrugs* Well, only time will tell on that, I suppose.

*furrows his brow* You and I. Meeting here, outside Bree. Well, Southlinch, to be more precise. And this farm south of Southlinch, to be moreso. *chuckles* You know, when we both came from west of here. You much further west. And I wasn't planning to be here. *laughs* This is all to say that I'm no prognosticator.

No, I've got it. Thank you, dearheart.

*smiles and says softly* I understand. *laughs* But perhaps I should stay over here, just to be on the safe side.

*reaches over and takes his hand carefully* As with all things, Bingo. *gentle smile* But it's also important to remember how far you've come.

*nods* I had figured you meant that, but I wsasn't sure if you referring to something else as well. Like how we first met when you were staying at Bag End recuperating from... *furrows her brow* How did you hurt your ankle? My memory from that time is a bit dodgy.

*nods* All right. *smiles* Just let me know if there's anything I can do.

*mock pouts*

*squeezes her hand* Yes, that goes for both of us.

*laughs, raises an eyebrow* Are you subtly implying that I'm accident prone? *smiles* I fell out (http://www.livejournal.com/users/bbolger_baggins/3069.html) of a tree. Do keep in mind that I wrote that entry before the extended edition came out, dearheart, and the mun didn't have linking skills then to offer me so I didn't link to the picture the title of the entry is referring to, but good . . . now I can get her to . . . hooray!

Oh, you already have, Elanorelle, by being here.

*smiles* That it does.

*laughs and shakes her head* No, I was just mixing up that time with when you returned from Mordor, and I think that's where the 'East' part came into it and.. *laughs again* Well, it made sense in my head. You know how strange memory can be sometimes.

*quietly, with an adoring smile* The same goes here. I cannot tell you how much I've missed speaking with you.

*smiles, wryly* Me? No, I wouldn't know anything of the kind. ~~Though I do find it interesting that losing one's memory has become all the rage of late, or so I've been told.(-;~~

*takes both her hands in his, smiling at her fondly* I've missed being with you. I'm so glad you're back, dearheart.

*laughs* ~~Well you've always been a bit of a trendsetter, dear. ;D~~

*returns his smile* Thank you. That means so much to me, Bingo, especially at a time when I feel as if everything else in my life has fallen apart.

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