Disclaimer: Not mine. Never was, never will be. Only Bex and El are mine, partly. Bex is mine, El is Elly Gamgee's. We're writing this together.
PROLOGUE
Frodo hadn't been in the Undying Lands long, but already, he missed his friends. Sam, Pippin, Merry, the hobbits. It was a little tough without them. He sighed, and finally mustured up enough courage to go to the wizard Gandalf.
He found him sitting on a hill, smoking a pipe.
"Gandalf, I have a question," he said quietly.
"What is it Frodo?" Gandlf turned and smiled at him.
"Well, um, is it possible to go back to Middle-earth?"
"Hmm, I'm not sure Frodo, I'll look into it." And Gandalf did.
So, three days later, Frodo was aboard a boat, headed back for Middle-earth. The elves couldn't figure out for the life of them why he wanted to go back, but he was the ring-bearer, and he had looked so sad when they'd almost said no.
So there he was, on this boat, headed back, the wind of the west in his hair, the sea air whipping around him. He sniffed the air and grinned. He hadn't been in the Undying Lands long, they'd have missed him, but he was going back.