Over the millennium, he had died many times - once when he was a child, countless times over the centuries due to accidents and assassination, a few times when he was posing as a human (alright, maybe a few hundred) roughly fifty times when- you get the point. But in his whole life, he would never have imagined that he would be able to make contact with his siblings again.

Simply put, Bilbo reflects on his adventure. Please R&R! I beg of you! WARNING: First fanfiction ever so... don't kill me...Remember, R&R!