With the journey at last drawing to a close, Bilbo and Gandalf head towards the Last and First Homely House. The House of Elrond, and his fair people. It feels as though a lifetime has passed for the small and now weary Hobbit and he daren't tarry long in the halls of the Elrond and his more than hospitable merry folk. Home calls to him, and he so dearly wishes for the comfort of his own armchair, and his own handkerchiefs at that! It seems, though, that it is not to be an uneventful ending! Bilbo sees a great commotion happening at his residence in Bag- End, as the other Hobbits had presumed him dead and begun to auction his belongings just earlier that morning. Indeed, it was enough time for him to have a rather difficult time of getting everything back in order again. Yet, he was well and truly home now. Over the years that followed, he would remain a good friend to the Elves, Dwarves, Wizards, and even Men that he had met on his travels; and the rest of Hobbiton never regarded him with much respect for it. It didn't matter though, for he had had such a great, terrible, long, terrifying, wondorous, and wearisome journey as he would never forget it. Not much later, Balin pays our friend Bilbo a visit, and Gandalf and Balin explain to him all that has become of the once desolate land of Dale and the Lonely Mountain. The land was green and prosperous were its people. One could hope that a time of peace would prevail for at least a little while longer again...