God of middle earth (7/n)

Dundro returned to Bag End after a merry day’s out with Menez and Chacko. He brought out the vial of liquid he’d pocketed from a band of Orcs and stared at it intently for a long while. Suddenly, a realization hit him like a thunderbolt. He knew the habit of attachment to strange objects; Great-Granddad Bilbo and Grand-Uncle Frodo had both mentioned it in their tales! And then, inexplicably, the gruesome description of the creature Gollum surfaced in his mind.

Suddenly, Dundro didn’t really feel so attached to the vial anymore.

He ran here and there taking turns randomly in Bag End til he finally arrived at a room with an old, old wardrobe in it. Hastily he pulled open a drawer and placed the vial under a pile of gold trinkets. Such small treasures were abundant in Bag End, being tokens that Bilbo had taken from the Mountain from which Smaug the Dragon was slain.

Dundro sighed. It looked like his adventure had finally come to an end. And thus he resumed his usual schedule.

Dundro made for one of the bigger rooms in Bag End. In it was a large chair facing a tilted pedestal upon which the original copy of “There and Back Again” lay. Behind this was an elaborate scribe’s set, as well as a moderately large, intricately binded book. Dundro was transcribing Bilbo’s book into that of his own. This was because the original copy had already lived out its days, the magnificent grandeur of the tome had depreciated, by a great margin. The maps were smudged and illustrations faded. Dundro thus took great care in restoring the classic tales of what was likely the greatest Hobbits to have ever graced Middle-earth (besides of course, the one and only Bullroarer Took himself). And his efforts bore fruit indeed. Toiling hours and hours in the stuffy room had given rise to an epic reproduction of the original book. The illustrations and writing were made more vivid and more striking than that of the original. But there was something more than just reproducing the book. Dundro followed his ancestors through every minute of the adventure they were embroiled in. The successes and hardships that they so eloquently transcribed reblossomed in Dundro’s heart. He would sometimes read for hours, not noticing the time at all.

Thus Dundro took in, sitting down in the old chair and resumed working.

He was surprised to note the increased passing of time. He felt as if no sooner than he had sat down, the sun was peaking in the heavens. He got up from his seat and headed out.

Bag End had seen an redecoration ever since Dundro took up residence. He had started a farm of sorts, but grew exotic and wild-looking plants that bore colourful flowers. These he allowed to grow all the way over the hill upon Bag End. He took delight in caring to these plants almost every day. While he was staring intently at this particular fern whose leaves appeared to have succumbed to the wrath of the snail, his musings were dissolved by a hail from his dear friend, Sanaja Gamgee. The Bagginses had continued to hold extremely close relations over the years especially that fateful adventure that brought Frodo and Samwise closer together than ever.

“Ahoy, Dundro!” he exclaimed.

“Sanaja!!!” Dundro, took off, leaving the defaced plant.

He caught up with Sanaja, who took him to a nearby creek, where both Menez and Chacko were waiting.

Thus the afternoon was spent, four friends in conversation over a heaping pile of sandwiches that disappeared too quick. They ran back home together laughing, the sun setting behind them.

And thus Dundro resumed his daily schedule after a short but sweet adventure he had not anticipated coming. But little did he know, that short adventure would change his life in such a profound way....