So Q, when (and where) can I move in with you?

Had a strange thought… Sure I'm not the first one with this:

Are we the fucking Frodo Baggins in this story?

I often think about the life after this war and at this moment, i hardly can imagine going back to a profane life.

Growing up in the nice shire, all perfect on the surface, but we always felt different, sensed a danger and wrongdoing outside our seemingly peaceful shire… We had the urge to go out and find out what this world really is made of even if we had no Idea what to expect, we marched often naivly but stubbornly forward.

We met our big wizard friend Q and the King /DJT, they fought the tough fights and guided us.

We are just little hobbits fighting with orcs and black wizards n warlocks and even sauron in the end.

The analogies could go on and on… and where discussed here

But:

We win the last battle, save the shire and whole middlearth n shit…

We have seen a lot of evil! We were kinda ring bearers…

Then we try to settle down in the shire. Its nice and such, but its all so fucking profane, we somehow we dont belong anymore… we've seen shit

So Frodo n Friends go to live with the magical fellowhip in the Undying Land

Where can we go, I wonder?