A/N: Written for a LiveJournal meme in which GentleHobbit requested Frodo passing Weathertop on the way home to the Shire. 100 words.
_Weathertop_
The sight shouldn't have bothered him so, but it did.
The flat-topped hill rising in front of them was blameless for what occurred there -like the Bruinen ford- but its looming presence sent shivers down his spine and woke the agony lurking in his shoulder. Fortunately his companions were amenable to passing the hill before stopping for the night and did not press him when he remained silent and withdrawn beneath his hood.
When leaving Weathertop behind did not calm the turmoil in his mind, Frodo wondered if returning to the Shire would truly give him the peace he sought.
