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Warnings: Au-ish elements. Blend of movie-verse and book-verse.
Among the Skies
"Da," said little Frodo musingly, "I think the sun's hiding."
'Da' looked down at his son's face, glowing in the sunset, "yes, yes, she is. But tomorrow she'll walk among the skies again."
"And she will always, won't she? No matter what?" The little hobbit's smile was earnest.
"Yes, my precious son, always. No matter what." Drogo held his son close, admiring quietly the splendor before them. He knew his answer was true - nothing ever happened in the Shire, nothing serious.
"Sam, I cannot see! I cannot see the Sun!" he gasped, blue eyes wide. Pale fingers dug into his companion's arm, adding more lines to days-old scars.
"My dear Frodo, she walks! Can't you see her? She's still there! Mr. Frodo!"
Sam wept. The darkness was taking hold.
Frodo lay back, exhausted.
"It is done. Finished!" he gasped.
He rolled over to speak to Sam, and saw the sun just beyond the ash.
For the first time in a year, he smiled.