Title: The Westfarthing
Disclaimer: Middle-earth belongs to Tolkien and his heirs: I wander there for fun, not profit
Beneath the stars, Hobbit and three Dwarves cross a meadow; dew-damp grass cool on Bilbo's bare feet. Before long the Party Field's lights and noise die away. Bilbo hops lightly across a stile, leans on the fence while his companions clamber over it, and heaves a contented sigh.
“No regrets, old friend?” Dori enquires, puffing slightly. The Hobbit's eyes twinkle.
“I thought, for a moment there, that I could never leave – well, everything. Dear old Bag End, and Frodo, and... Yet I feel lighter, and happier, than I've done for years. It's been dearly bought, but – I have my freedom.”