Description: Frodo's departure.
Disclaimer: This is a distortioned view of the real event so don't take my word for it. The real things are in J.R.R. Tolkien's
books.
Nazgul in the wakening dawn by Bilbo's Historical Archives.

"You must head for Bree immediately, the enemy flies where you step; be vary aware Frodo Baggins, this is not Hobbiton as much as it looks like it." said Gandalf grabbing the ring and rushing into the next room.

The wonderful Bag End seemed grim, grey and pale of all it's happiness... as if again it's master had left it never to return again.
Frodo's once cheerful hobbit face now was filled with sorrow, but sorrow that had not belonged to him as if he carried the sorrow
of others that have come across this grate burden.
He now overlooked his beautiful garden filled with moonlight, his vision touched the ground as if searching for a way out.
He couldn't! He couldn't leave! his place was in the Shire under the Hill.

"But Gandalf knows better, the ring has been passed thru blood and ash into my home, it is not a coincidence nor mistake." said
Frodo as if trying to convince himself that there is now other way.

"Finally! Are you ready to set out yet?" said Gandalf coming back from the candle lighted hall.

To this Frodo knew not what to answer, his thought was only to do the right thing but also how to escape this terrible situation.

"But how will I go without you by my side? T'is not a long path from here to Bree, and yet... i dare not go alone." said Frodo looking
at Gandalf as if asking for help.

"Dear Frodo, you will manage on your own; when the time will come you will stand proud of your deeds."

With this said Gandalf gave Frodo the ring which now was hung by a silver chain--"T'was from your key, but since you will not visit your comfortable abode any time soon it shall now carry a new burden". In a few moments Frodo got all the packed things he needed for the journey ahead and joined Gandalf in the hall.

"Stay clear of shadows, and ride by night, when darkness is close march forth." explained Gandalf.

"I'll try my best, but first I must go and meet with Sam and give the key to his father... Gandalf, I cannot imagine Sam leaving..."

"Worry not, he'll manage, if not I'll persuade him to!"

After they've said they're goodbyes Gandalf and Frodo came out in the still darkness of the Shire.
At the middle of the paved road of Bag End on which Bilbo once stood and met for the first time with
Gandalf the Grey now stood Gandalf and Frodo both of them to part in different directions...

Suddenly a horrid sound crippled the predominant silence of the unusual Hobbiton night.
Gandalf turned towards Frodo...

"Run! It is as I feared the nine are free from the chains of the ages, RUN!" shouted Gandalf drawing Glamdring from it's scabbard.

Frodo ran towards Hamfast Gamgee's house which now stood behind Gandalf and the nine. One knock and Sam came blazing out.

"Come on, we'd best hurry!" said Sam looking towards Gandalf.

At that moment when Frodo last passed over the Hill and into wilderness, Gandalf near Bag End stood in front of the Nine Black Riders hurling forth a strong light that hit the face of mightiest of the nine.

"Over the land there lies the long shadow, westward reaching wings of darkness; The Tower trembles to the tombs of kings!" said the Lord of the Nine.

When Gandalf spoke the last words, the nine had left Hobbiton far away to blend in with the endless night, and Frodo and Sam now had just begun their journey.