It was done, over. Forged in fire, destroyed in fire. He could not but help think how one small object, the Ring, turn Middle Earth upside down. His brown wavy hair gently blew side to side by the soft, warm wind. Bright blue eyes met with the purest blue of the sea. No waves, just sea foam made by the ship. He remembered. His friends' faces as he told them he was leaving, for good: the pain, the sadness, the tears, especially from his dear, dear friend. He would hold the memories of his friends forever close to his heart. The ship creaked a bit as it gently swayed from one side to the other. He looked up and gazed at the sun; its warm rays glistened off the water. He felt a hand rest on his shoulder.
" "It is time. We are here, home" a powerful voice gently said
The hobbit focused his eyes on the White Wizard, then peered over the rail of the ship and out towards the horizon. Land. The splendor of the city was remarkable, more beautiful than the white marble that filled Gondor. He heard seagulls squawk near the shore of the ocean. The beaches, filled with white sand. He felt at ease, perhaps it was the wondrous effect of the Grey Havens. Nonetheless, all the worries of the world lifted from his shoulders.
Frodo was home.
