After reading my other story, I quickly realised how horribly euch it was and didn't want to continue it. Here is a rewrite of the same idea that I had earlier, but hopefully it's a little easier to read without shuddering…. Oh and I have finally realised I need a disclaimer!

Disclaimer: No, I am not JRR Tolkien reincarnated. I'm just his grand daughter…. No really, I'm just a fan.

Frodo was quiet. Unlike most hobbits, the motion of the boat did not bother him. In fact he had grown to quite like it over the past eight days. It was a constant reminder of the new life he was now leading, one that involved only good friends; no rings, battles or hard travelling! He smiled as he surveyed the elves chatting and singing merrily, joyous to be on their way, at last, to the home they had left so long ago. They were truly the fairest of creatures. Gandalf, however, was silent. Frodo decided not to bother him, and stood up to go and sit on the very prow of the ship, to enjoy the waves and the sea.

"Frodo," said Gandalf hesitantly, "how are you feeling?"

"Great!" was the smiling reply, "Why? Um… How are you?" Frodo was mildly concerned at this wandering conversation. He had never seen Gandalf talk aimlessly, there must have been a reason behind his question, but Frodo was too fed up of mystery to think on it more.

"Oh, I'm quite alright," said Gandalf, "I was just hoping the ship's motion wasn't bothering you."

"Surprising, isn't it? I actually quite like it." shrugged Frodo.

"Alright then." chuckled Gandalf.

Frodo smiled to himself as he made his way up to the prow, it was good to have friends who looked out for you. He didn't notice the concerned glance Gandalf made to Elrond.

"LAND!"

Frodo awoke with a jerk; he had fallen asleep and it was now nearing sunset. Why did the elves have to shout so loud, or be so enthusiastic.

Hang on a sec, didn't they just say…

"LAND AHOY!"

"YES!" shouted Frodo! Paradise was within reach at last. He would be home!

Home? Now that was curious, the Shire had always been his home. Frodo dismissed the thought, and joined in with the elves dancing and singing. It was one of the happiest moments of his life, and he didn't regret it one bit.

It was a general consensus that the Homeland, now clearly within sight, would not be approached until the morrow. In the warmth of the night, Frodo settled down to return to sleep on deck so that he would be able to join the party leaving the next morning, or at least see them go.

He was so excited and restless, the next morning he was surprised he got any sleep at all.

Frodo woke up and wondered what time it was. To his surprise, the sun was high in the sky, and the jollyboat was still onboard. As he looked around groggily, there wasn't a single elf to be seen and Gandalf, also, had disappeared. Becoming increasingly worried, Frodo stood up and began to explore the ship, looking for signs of life.

"GANDALF!" he called "ELROND! GALADRIEL!"

He searched for an hour but didn't find anyone. It looked like that everyone had left in a hurry, the cabin beds were unmade and Frodo even found the kitchen stove still alight and breakfast half prepared.

After calming himself down, he began to think things through. The logical conclusion was that everyone had been forced to leave in a hurry, and had either swum or been magically transported as the jollyboat hadn't been touched.

Suddenly Frodo had an idea, what about a message? Maybe he had been left behind on purpose, unnoticed by the enemy? Frodo entered Gandalf's cabin again and found a hastily scrawled message on the bed:

"Frodo, not much time. Look in research files: hobbit origin.

We'll be waiting for you"

Frodo, puzzled, did as the note suggested and carefully made his way to the cargo hold, where the elves had stored copies of their entire writings. He carefully lit a candle in the eerie emptiness, and searched for the file called "Hobbit Origin". He had known for a long time, through his studies with Bilbo, that hobbits were originally from the forest of Greenwood the Great. He also knew that when darkness overthrew the wood, the hobbits had gradually migrated to the Shire. Today the forest was known as Mirkwood.

As he came across the papers, he carefully slid them out of its pile. There was an envelope labelled "DANGER, Please ask the librarian before consulting these papers" and a very old tattered book labelled "Greenwood the Great, and Its fall into Evil". Frodo returned on deck to read the documents in daylight. As he leant forward to blow out the candle, a gust of wind put it out for him. He shrugged at this and climbed the stairs.

Frodo looked up and stretched his neck, it was nearing sunset. A cool breeze passed his face, and caused shivers down his spine. Perhaps the wind wasn't the only thing making him shiver.

In the last few hours, Frodo had discovered more about himself than he had ever thought possible. Even after his amazing feat with the Ring, he'd never realised his full potential. These mysterious documents had explained much; why hobbits were strangely resilient, why the boat hadn't bothered him, and why Gandalf and the others had left him on board.

After such a tiring day, Frodo curled up to sleep. Whoever had captured the elves did not want them because of their power, but as bargaining power with Frodo.

The hobbit had deducted that the Homelander/kidnaper had known a great force was coming from the land of the elves, but hadn't spotted it in the little creature curled up inside a ring of excess sheet. They would be in for a big surprise…

in a day or two.

PLEASE REVIEW! I hope u liked this better than the original. (Otherwise, my writing career is lost…)

P.S. "sheet" is the nautical term for "rope".