"I'm glad..." She swallowed, looking at Bilbo, just for a moment, eyes half lidded. "Don't let them fight."

The last of her breath left her lungs, tiny body going limp against the body of the man she thought of as a hero, and in some private part of her heart, as her father.

They had been her family. They had all been her family. They had loved her, wanted her, educated her. She had been a hero. She had made things change. She had mattered.

In the end, despite everything that she had been made for, she had mattered.

Harriet smiled.