God of middle earth (1/n)

Dundro Baggins of (formerly) Bag End awoke from bed one morning. Stiffly he rose, grumbling at the young sun. Hobbits are queer folk, and have reached some of stagnation with the state of their lives. They were thus not prone to waking at odd hours. Dundro himself could not grapple with the fact that he had finally beat the sun at its own game. Unable to sleep, he stomped off cursing heavily.

He headed out, fishing rod in hand. He took one last look at a painting of his great-great-grandfather, Bilbo. How he wanted to go on an adventure like he did. And the tales he heard about his granduncle, Frodo, outmatched all expectations. How he wanted to meet Elves in their Homely Home and the Dwarves in their Mines. How he wanted to slay a mighty dragon or a fearsome orc. “Those days have long passed,” said he out loud, and sullenly made for the Brandybuck River.