Arrival
Frodo stared at the east. He was going to one of the happiest, safest, and greatest places on Arda; but he was leaving his home, Middle-Earth.
"You'll see it again," said a voice. Frodo looked up at Gandalf.
"After getting permission from the Valar, you can go there in a ghostly form where you see everything but no one can see, or feel you."
Frodo glanced up at the Wizard and smiled, "At least the burden of the ring is gone, and "he sighed happily," But the hardest thing I've ever had to do it leave Sam."
"You'll see him again too," said Gandalf, "after all, he almost carried the same burden as you did."
Comforted by this thought, Frodo thought of Valinor and Eldamar. The elves were happier than Frodo had ever seen. They were almost bouncing off the walls. And obviously they were delighted to be traveling in the company of two hobbits. Now, the strange thing was, as Bilbo looked like he was going to collapse any minute (he probably would have if he stayed at Middle-Earth) he was getting younger everyday on the ship.
After two weeks on the Great Sea, Frodo longed for land. Anything but a sea as smooth as glass and an elegant, swan shaped boat. So as he was sleeping comfortably one night, he smelled a most curious smell. It was the smell of pure, clean air. He had only smelt this smell at two other places; Lothlorien and Rivendell. Even there the smell was not that clear. He leapt out of bed, dressed and ran up the stairs. As he approached the deck, he heard elves singing, in their starlet pure voices. Elrond, Galadriel, Gandalf, Bilbo and all the other elves were on the deck looking west. Frodo looked where they were all staring. There, standing on a green country under a swift sunrise, was a white figure waving at them and singing in an entrancing voice. It was Varda Elbereth, one of the queens of the Valar.
A/N- I know that that was short, but it's the only way that worked out. The next chapters will be longer. I hope you like it.