The night grew quiet in the Shire. The only sounds that could be heard were the chirping of crickets and the slight pitter-patter of water from a nearby river. It was peaceful. The moon was full and the reflection gleamed on the water. The light of the moon glimmered in Frodo's crisp, blue eyes. He glanced across the water to the trees that stood standing like big giants, waiting for the sun to come and relieve them from the nights' eternal slumber. Frodo pondered what his life had become. Surely he never expected to discover the one and only ring of power and carry it all the way to Mordor. The day he made the ring his responsibility, was the day his life would never be the same. The ring had left its mark on him, like a cut so deep it would never fully heal. A scar would be left on him forever. He still tried to seek a way to become the hobbit he had once been. He had been coming to this spot in the forest for about six months. Life carried on as it always had but the new beginning Frodo had been hoping for, never came. His dear friend Sam always held a spot for Frodo. Frodo had become Sam's responsibility like the ring became his. Frodo felt a heavy weight in his stomach. Sam's continuous care for him made him feel so guilty. Why should Sam have to take on the burdens of his life? Frodo never intended for Sam to accompany him anyway. He felt hot tears well up in his eyes. The thought of how little he had done for anyone else made him hate himself. Was this how Bilbo felt when he returned from his journey? Bilbo carried on with his life. Why did the ring have to take the heaviest toll on him? His old friend Gandalf once told him that he was meant to have it. He didn't understand why and how and thought he never would. All feelings of happiness had escaped him. Nothing could ever make him feel happy again. Except one thing: Sam. Samwise Gamgee. His best and dearest friend. The cloud of sadness above him seemed to disappear only for a short while. Frodo smiled, tears still streaming down his face. The thought of his friend brought warmth to him. All the little problems melted away if only for the moments he thought about Sam. The tears from his cheeks dripped into the river in front of him. Frodo wished Sam were here, holding him and relieving him temporarily from the events that stained his past. He felt a slight sharpness near his shoulder. The sword that had once pierced him still managed to bring feelings from the original trauma back to him. While he was gripping his shoulder, he heard a rustling in the bushes. He jerked his head to the left and his heart leapt thinking it was Sam trying to find him. It was only a rabbit. He frowned and turned back to the water. He sat there and stared at the moons' reflection. Twenty minutes past and Frodo began to drift off into sleep. His eyes became heavy and slowly began to close. He let his body fall to the ground. Grass and soil was no comfy mattress but it soothed the heaviness that surrounded him at all times. His dark curls fell over his eyes. A moment before he fell into a deep sleep, he smiled. He felt as if Sam was there in spirit, lulling him to sleep. He thought he heard a whisper in his ear.
"Don't worry Mr. Frodo. You'll find the path you're s'pose to take. Trust me."