Frodo sat down on the soft earth and leaned back upon a huge oak sitting around the center of the campfire. Strider was next to him, talking with a dwarf, some creature of this kingdom. Only Strider knew of this place, a territory that was run by a princess and her father, a wicked and malevolent father who was said to be half dwarf and half human, something that wasn't seen very often. The princess was known to be kind and humble, and being able to have a way with the poor and more importantly: A way with her father. Frodo was curious but still couldn't see why Strider ever wanted to stop here.

When they had arrived, they had been greeted by an old human, a kindly gent who right away gave them food and a place to stay when Strider had mentioned his name.

"She knew you would be coming," the old man said.

Strider had laughed. Frodo grew even more curious.

Another strange thing about this kingdom was the lack of order which seemed to keep everything in check. There was not one kind of creature that was particularly settled there: everything from humans to elves were stationed and living in comfortable quarters.

Suddenly, the crackling flames of the campfire turned bright purple and all around them, music started to play. Fiddles violas, and flutes, a sweet, calming music, fit for dancing of any sort. Frodo was intrigued when many creatures got up and started dancing; skipping and humming to the wonderful tune. Strider, too, seemed especially at ease tonight, and he laughed as a fat old hobbit cordially asked a young human lass to dance with him.

"Tradition," Strider leaned over and whispered to Frodo, "The oldest always has the first dance with the youngest."

After awhile, the music seemed to lighten the hearts of the Fellowship, and Frodo had begun to clap and hum along with the rest.

As the song finally was about to come to the end, Frodo spotted a very pretty hobbit next to the campfire. She was wearing a faded pink dress and a crown of daisies on her long blonde hair. She turned and caught Frodo's eye. He sucked in his breath. Her eyes were piercing blue, almost as if she was looking right through him. She suddenly gave him a little wink, and turned back to the dancing and singing.

"Found the princess, have you?" chuckled Strider, seeing the look on Frodo's face. He ruffled Frodo's hair fondly and continued to chuckle.

"P..Princess?" Frodo finally stuttered.