A hobbit sat upon the sands of a beach letting his fingers pass across the crystalline waters that crawled up onto the shores. This hobbit was quite elderly with snow white hair, and intelligent brown eyes. He was face was wrinkled from age, but one could see that he still hung onto youth in his smile and swift gait. He was staring up at the swirling sky with its blue sky of many colors and dancing clouds.

"Uncle!" A voice called. The elderly hobbit smiled mischievously at the voice for he knew it well. "Bilbo, where are you?"

Bilbo heard swift feet cross the sands and the grumbling of a much younger hobbit. Above Bilbo stood his nephew, Frodo. Frodo was smiling in relief at his uncle. The lad had been worried about Bilbo ever since the two left Middle Earth to come to the Undying Lands. But, he saw no point in Frodo trailing after him when he was perfectly fine on his own.

"Uncle, Lady Galadriel has been looking for you!" Frodo scolded. The salty air tossed the hobbit's dark curly hair in his eyes. Frodo sighed in defeat at his hair's ability to toss itself around like a kitten plays with string. "Never mind, you're clearly fine where you are."

Bilbo let out a hearty laugh at his nephew's defeat. The lad plopped beside him deftly. He had been busying himself with the elves as of late, learning their customs and meeting many new ones. One that Frodo had met recently was the father of another Bilbo had met long ago.

"So, Frodo, how fares Lord Finrod?" Bilbo asked after much silence.

Frodo's bright blue eyes widened, and he sighed heavily, "He is beginning to become nervous. He fears that she won't come back to Valinor. Say, could you tell me the story of how she came to have the name 'Dragon Queen'?"

Bilbo ruffled Frodo's hair "Frodo, my lad, you know that story like the back of your hand."

Frodo drummed his fingers on the sand impatiently; he was thinking, Bilbo could see it in his eyes. "Then, how about the story that I never got to know really well… The one about her traveling to and fro through Eastern countries while I traveled with Sam to Mount Doom," Bilbo's eye brows shot up in alarm at the request. "Don't you have all of her letters and such?"

"I do, I do... Why that one, if I may ask?"

"Coruwen was such an odd elleth. She was awfully stubborn for an elf, or from what you've told me."

Bilbo wagged his finger at Frodo. "Now, I may have exaggerated a smidge on that fact. However, she didn't earn the respect from the dwarves just because she traveled to Erebor, let me tell you!"

"Please Uncle, just this once!"

Bilbo glanced over his shoulder at the tall, cream white buildings before standing using his cane. The duo walked together back to his room that was attached to a balcony. Bilbo instructed Frodo to find the purple leather book he kept underneath his bed for safe keeping. Well, he actually kept it under there so no one would find it; even himself if he forgot where he put it. The dark haired hobbit dove underneath the bed, a rabbit down its hole, before popping back up swiftly with a violet book clutched in his arms. He brought it over, placing it in his lap with the utmost care.

Bilbo opened it to reveal a page tilted 'Dragon Queen', in his finest penmanship. A smile creased his face and brightened his eyes at the sight. Beneath the title was a small dragon with curled ram horns that was fast asleep sitting on top of a blade's empty sheath.

"Are you ready?" Bilbo asked, flicking his gaze up to Frodo's. Frodo nodded overzealously at Bilbo, who laughed at the sight. Frodo loved his uncle's stories, no matter how long they were. He would forever remain a child in that respect. Bilbo sat down in an armchair and flipped to the first page and smiled. "Let's start on the date: June 15, 3018. Shall we?"


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