Frodo sat quietly in his chair, peaceful and happy to be home. Before him sat a book, unread by anyone as of yet.
He was planning to finish it today. It been a while since his last bit of writing….
Gandalf walked in, as usual not officially invited but welcome nonetheless. He sat with a sigh as looked about the little place, how similar to where they started…
It was a cozy place with a large hearth and good friend, yet there was something to it that would always be missing.
While eerily similar they both knew it wasn't the same. Bilbo's walking stick leaned against the door where he left it. He didn't need that anymore.
Little things here and there were different, could never be the same.
There was no Hobbiton, no Shire, no hobbits, and no talkative and caring gardener by the name of Samwise Gamgee.
While they had no complaints with the Undying Land both the wizened wizard and the little hobbit remembered it all too well.
Frodo looked up to the tall man beside him, "Ive thought of an ending for my book."
Gandalf raised a bushy eyebrow, "Have you now?"
Frodo nodded, leaning back and putting his feet up on the table next to said book, "And he lived a long, happy life. Surrounded by friends and family and all other kinds of folk. He had adventures and children and joy in all of his days, and wherever he went he was welcome by kings, and Elves, and Dwarves, Tooks and Brandybucks."
Gandalf nodded, "And I'm sure you will be young Frodo, only without the Tooks and Brandybucks."
Frodo looked at the wizard next him and smiled sadly, "I wasn't talking about me Gandalf. The hero wasn't me in this story."
Again that bushy brow raised, "No?"
Frodo looked out the window into the sunny day where elves could be seen, roaming the fields and forests of the land and Bilbo telling some stories of his adventures.
"I was talking about Sam."
Gandalf nodded, "Ah. Well in that case dear Frodo, I do believe he will."