The Hobbit Imagines

"Death Is Just Another Path" (Bard)

August 2, 2015: I was given this idea from SamWise613 . Thanks! Also, make sure to look into his book, An Unknown Flame. It's great, and it's an original work.

I'm going to do either a Pippin, Thranduil, Faramir, or Legolas (a full one this time) imagine next. Comment which one you want, with an idea (possibly), if you can!

Thank you for 2k reads! You guys are awesome!

P.S. The quote in the title is from Gandalf (in Return of the King, movie version) Here's the full version of it:

"End? No, death is just another path, one which we all must take. The grey rain curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass. And then you see it: white shores, and beyond, a far green country, under a swift sunrise."

You rock, Gandalf.

This is Bard's life before his wife died. (Since we don't know a lot about Bard's wife, she'll be the reader, Y/N.)

(Bard's POV)

I felt the blowing of the cold, harsh wind and wrapped myself tighter in my coat. A storm was coming; I could feel it - the way the wind blew rapidly, as if being stirred up for an uncomfortable rainy night.

Finally reaching my house, I docked my boat when I already heard the gentle humming of various times Y/N would sing to cheer Bain or herself up.

I grinned in the darkness. I was happy that she was able to leave Miss Belinda's earlier than usual. Belinda was a woman who, in her old age, my wife helped with simple tasks from nearly dusk until dawn in exchange for a few provisions. Luckily, Miss Belinda gave us a few more provisions whenever Bain was born. With those provisions, we were able to hire a young maiden who watched over Bain up to the moment one of us, or both, arrived home.

There was no doubt in my mind that the woman was fond of children, but it still broke our hearts that we had to leave Bain at home everyday.

When I walked into the house, I smelt the scent of freshly baked bread wafting through the air.

Then Y/N stood up from where she was bending down, putting away any and all ingredients that were left to spare. "Miss Belinda gave me our extra flour ration today," she said with a tired expression and a little bit of flour worn on her face.

"Well, it also seems there is some of the flour ration on your face as well." I chuckled. I wiped the flour off of her forehead, and gave her a quick peck on the cheek.

Taking off my coat, I hung it up, scanning for little Bain to be walking around.

I found him sitting down in a corner, frowning.

I squatted down to get a closer look at him. "Bain, what's wrong?"

"I might never be able to see a dragon like the one in the book Mummy read me, and I sad." he said, pouting his lips.

I picked my son up. "Now, don't be sad, Bain. There are still real dragons lurking around Middle Earth."

"Really, Da?" Bain asked, as he widen his eyes.

I nodded. "Yes."

He started giggling with happiness, and I sat him down on a chair and started to tickle him; it seems as if all his laughter had exited his lungs. He continued to giggle until the tickles were too much for him. "Da!" he cried. "Stop!"