(Written in 2011 for the great_tales LJ community 55 word challenge)

Another dribble. I could not resist. I am imagining Bilbo sitting in the dark listening to Gandalf snore and thinking it is taking entirely too long to get home. (I seem to have hit on a "going home" theme here…)The parts in italics are from "Upon the Hearth the Fire is Red", from FotR, Book I, Chapter III, "Three's Company".

Composition

Upon the hearth the fire is warm…no, not right.
The fire is red … that will do, I'm sure.
Red, head, dead. No, no don't think that!
Red, lead, bed. Of course that's it!
A bed, clean, soft and dry…
beneath the roof, so safe…
Wish I was there,
so I do…
Bag End,
home…