A/N: The songs is based off of "Farewell to Tarwathie" by Judy Collins
The Grey Havens
"Tell me again, lad, where are we going?" Bilbo wheezed. Frodo sat with his uncle in the wagon, Gandalf at the front clucking Ferling the pony on. Merry, Pippin, and Sam rode ahead of the wagon on their own ponies. Frodo was painfully reminded of Falenor, who had disappeared from Minas Tirith and vanished from any news.
"To the harbor, Uncle," Frodo told Bilbo once again. "The Elves have accorded you a special honor. A place on the last ship to leave Middle-Earth."
"Frodo, any chance of seeing that old Ring of mine again?" Bilbo asked. "Hmm? The one I gave you?" Frodo paused and thought back over that heirloom.
"I'm sorry, Uncle... I'm afraid I lost it."
"Oh, pity. I should like to have held it, one last time." Bilbo leaned against Frodo and fell asleep, leaving the younger hobbit to his own thoughts.
When they arrived at the Grey Havens, Galadriel, Celeborn, and Elrond were waiting next to a docked ship.
"Oh! Here is a sight that I have never seen before!" Bilbo exclaimed.
"The power of the three rings is ended," Galadriel said softly. Of all who had known Falenor, she had taken his disappearance the hardest. "The time has come for the Dominion of Men."
"I Aear can ven na mar," (The Sea calls us home) Elrond said softly, opening his arms. Bilbo smiled and walked forward with a new spring in his step.
"I think I'm quite ready for another adventure!" he said. Elrond helped the aged hobbit onto the ship. Galadriel smiled at Frodo then turned to board.
"Wait!" A voice yelled. Everyone turned and to see Falenor ride up on the blue roan mare. He dismounted, ignoring their cries of welcome and inquiry and went straight to his grandmother.
"I am sorry I frightened you," he said, taking both her hands and bowing over them. An eagle landed on the ship's deck and watched the meeting curiously.
"I could not See you," Galadriel told Falenor softly. "Though I looked long and hard. Many asked about you: Aragorn and Arwen, Eomer and Eowyn, Legolas and Gimli, and those gathered here." The eagle gave a soft call and Falenor glared at it.
"Yes, all right, you don't need to say it!" he reprimanded it. "I know you told me so!" Galadriel smiled at the eagle, who came and perched on her shoulder.
"Are you coming with us?" Galadriel asked Falenor. The man shook his head and looked over the Sea almost longingly.
"My place is here," Falenor told her. He fingered the brooch of Anduin. "My people need me still." Galadriel smiled and kissed the peredhel prince upon the head before she turned and boarded the ship, the eagle still on her shoulder.
Gandalf turned and smiled down at the hobbits, leaning on his staff.
"Farewell... my brave hobbits," he told them. "My work is now finished. Here at last, on the shores of the sea, comes the end of our Fellowship." Merry, Pippin, and Sam began to cry. "I will not say, do not weep, for not all tears are an evil," Gandalf told them kindly.
The Istar turned and made his way towards the ship, but stopped and turned around.
"It is time, Frodo," the wizard said softly. The hobbits and Falenor gave Frodo a confused look.
"What does he mean?" Sam demanded.
"We set out to save the Shire, Sam," Frodo sighed. "And it has been saved. But not for me."
"You don't mean that!" Sam insisted. "You can't leave!" Frodo produced a book, bound in red leather, to give to Sam.
"The last pages are for you, Sam." Frodo turned and embraced each of the hobbits in turn. Merry and Pippin were sobbing and clutched Frodo to them. He turned at last and kissed Sam on the forehead before going to Gandalf.
Falenor lifted Frodo in his arms and embraced him tightly. He even bowed to Gandalf as the wizard passed and boarded the ship.
Frodo turned on the deck of the ship and gave his friends a last smile. He finally appeared to be at peace. The ship sailed away, bearing the last of the Elves to Valinor. As the ship left the harbor, Falenor began to sing one last time.
"Farewell to Nargothornd, goodbye Doriath
And to you, fair Gondolin, I bid fond farewell.
I'm bound off for Valinor and ready to sail
In hopes to find blessings at the hand of Manwe.
Farewell to my comrades, for a while we must part
And likewise the dear lass who first won my heart.
The cold northern coastland my love will not chill
And the longer my absence, the more loving she'll feel.
Our ship is well rigged and she's ready to sail
The crew they are anxious to leave the coastland
Where the icebergs do fall and the stormy winds blow
Where the land on the ocean is covered with snow.
The cold northern coastland is barren and bare
No seed-time nor harvest is ever known there
And the birds here sing sweetly in mountains and dell
But there's no bird on the coastland to sing to the Elves
There is no habitation for a Man to live there
And the queen of that country is Varda the fair.
And there'll be no temptation to tarry long here
You must weave your own sails, and come to me there."
