And If I Want to Go Home?
WARNING!! Contains major spoilers for Return of the King!!
Summary: After the ring is destroyed, Frodo is depressed and longs to escape. Allison, from earth, is trying to figure out the physics behind why she ended up in Middle Earth, all the while Éomer falls for her. Allison and Frodo both have to decide which takes priority, home or love.
A/N: This would be the third installment in my "Good Times" series. It is kinda necessary to understand that this is just a continuation Good Times II. I just didn't want a 30 chapter story. This does have a completely different plot, but it might have reference to stuff from another story. My first Good Times story is almost completely irrelevant at this point.
A/N contin: Also, I'm not sure exactly on the time-line of the book, this is just guessing.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters [but Allison and Eric] and most of the theories came from Discover Magazine and/or my cousin Alvin. All songs came from said artist
The End of the Middle
Frodo stared emotionless out the window of his room in the House of Healing. His hand bandaged and the wound was healing, but he still felt injured inside. The son shone brightly, as if it had just remembered how to do so, but Frodo never saw. He didn't see anything when he stared out the window, just memories now too far away to touch. He just saw the past and wished not to go back, but to some how resurrect it.
The war was over, but it's pain and terror left scars upon all who experienced it. The Ring was gone, the land was healing and the warriors became sons, fathers, husbands and brothers once more. Frodo wasn't any of those. He had not parents, no close family, not wife, no children. He had no one to go home to, and everyone he loved was in Gondor with him. Everyone he loved, had someone else to love as well. So Frodo, despondent and desolate constantly looked out the window. Constantly tried to bring himself out of the darkness he fell into, and constantly tried to remember why he was bothering anymore.
There was still yet life to be lived in Frodo, and he knew it. There were notes to take and friends to say goodbye too. He wanted to see Bilbo again. But there was something missing, and he did not understand what it was. There was a calling, but from where he did not know. He didn't think to respond to the call, for it was faint and far away. But he could not escape it's message. He was searching for something that he wasn't sure existed, and this is what was eating away at him inside.