I wasn't actually listening to this song. I was listening to Cut Here - The Cure but the lyrics were just written on the post-it notes on the edge of my desk, and I was very bored.

FS SLASH But the fic's from Rosie's POV. Improvements deffinatly welcome on this one.

Oh, before I forget because, I keep meaning to do this, THANK YOU very very very very much to the people who review my fics. Especially those of you who I always hear from :p

And you really didn't think it could happen,

But it really is the end of the line.

Travis, Driftwood

This is the end

By now, he should have asked you to marry him. At first you just thought you expected too much. But when some of your friends mention it to you, all but asking you the date of the wedding, you start to wonder if things will ever happen, if this is it.

You wonder if he's just bored with you. True, he fancied you for some time, but still... In the beginning, when he came back home, he loved you. That was clear to see. He kissed you in the middle of the roads leading to the market or the Dragon. He walked with you out by the trees, when you both should have been home, when you both knew trouble was waiting for you when your family realised you weren't at home in bed. You had an invitation to come to Bag End's garden to see him whenever you could.

But now the kisses have become fewer. You hardly see him now outside of the Green Dragon. You do see him sometimes, in Bag End's garden, but more often than not, Frodo's there, or at least visible through the windows, and you've never felt completely comfortable around the Master of the Hill, especially now. Sometimes you see him walking through the trees, or to the market, only Frodo's almost always with him, talking and laughing and looking straight into Sam's eyes, with a look you swear you've seen before.

One day you walk up the hill, through the gate, go to the back of the hill because that's where he normally is this time of day. When you see him with his arms around Frodo, head resting on the other's brown curls, everything suddenly makes sense, and you leave without making your presence known.

And you realise that this is it. That this is the end.