Author Note: If there any mistakes in this that I missed let me know and I will fix it.

This will have suicide in the very beginning, Female Bilbo, changing of aging, this is an A.U. guys. Also because of that some middle earth history will be a bit different or totally different. It's sorta Oc but also not...it's hard to explain. Read and enjoy, if this isn't your thing just go back and find something else.

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this is flashback/memory of past. ]

Time moves all things.Change is a re-occuring thing.My beliefs and way of life were ruined much like everyone elses.

Like the snap of a finger everything stopped suddenly. Wind no longer blew, things stopped growing, and people began dying. It happened to fast for any sort of chaos to grab hold of the world.

I don't know if there is anyone else left.I sit here alone against the wall of an empty building in this new wasteland and think about the life I lived.I see nothing but failure.I'd try and try but nothing would work, I lost interest in the world and gave up. I'd fallen apart and even now I cannot put myself back together again.

Though there is no point in trying anymore since all the people I never wanted to disappoint are dead.

I look down at the knife in my hand then at the blue veins beneath my arms. I've read that even though it's slow it doesn't hurt much. You just feel cold numbness seep in before falling asleep.

This isn't something I should do but I'm tired. If death wont take me now then I will go myself.

I begin to cut, I feel weary now that all the red is flowing out, but it would be pointless to stop.There's no one left to fix me back up anyway. Both my arms are now covered in long cuts from the wrists leading up to the inside of my elbows.

I sit here now waiting to die. I know there is nothing left in this world seemly frozen in time but still I wish it wasn't true. I am praying to be forgiven for my weakness, for choosing to die rather then go on.

I feel cold now and my hands are numb. I feel more tired then I have ever felt before. Perhaps now I will be free of this acheing pain of loneliness. My eyes are heavy and my back slides against the wall I was leaning against. My eyes close as my left side touches the dirt and cold is all I feel.

There is warmth, against my cheek, a hand being placed there.

I open my eyes...

A young Hobbit woman shot up from her bed. Her breath coming in pants as sweat dripped from her head. The dream of another life was complete, now sitting here in her bed she knew.

She had lived a life before, the memories of that life haunted her for so long.

She's had memories that were not her own since she could remember. Some things she saw made for great fairytales for the neighborhood children. Other things helped further knowledge of the world. She had seen the memories of watching a male version of herself go on an adventure and the story of what happened after.

Bilba Baggin's had hope it was only weird dreams but now she knew. There was a chance this could happen in her world. She needed to prepare for it to occur.

With a tired sigh she let herself fall back into her bed and covered her face with a spare pillow. Her past self was so broken in the end. Even when ending her own life she prayed that she be forgiven for doing it.

The warmth near the end of the dream though...was that the forgiveness being given to her?

Bilba finally calmed her breath and thought to herself.

Perhaps the hand had been the God of that world. Forgiveness given with a new life in a new world? A chance to become better then she had been the first go round?

Wondering in the dark would not give Bilba the answers. She would just have to live and maybe she will find out why she was given new life.

With a sigh Bilba sat up, seeing the sun peaking out of the horizon, and began the start of her daily routine.