A/N: Yep. I stink at writing. But I can get better if you comment. :) Constructive comments please! ^_^ On with the merrymaking!
Thinking of You
The female hobbit with golden hair stared at the sun sinking into the horizon and sighed. 'When will he return?' she asked in the direction of the departing sun. Even the sun looked forlorn and gave no comfort.
'You'd better come in now, Bernice, it will soon be night,' her mother said affectionately.
'Yes mother. But I am worried about Frodo. I hope he will be all right.' Bernice's mother just smiled. Bernice turned, closed the door behind her and headed to her room. There, she sat at her desk and, after much thinking, took out a piece of parchment, and started to write.
Dearest Frodo,
I know you probably don't remember me, as I never made an impact in your life. But I would just like you to know that I really really miss you - and Sam too.
I have always admired you, ever since we first met at the dance the Mayor organized 2 years ago. You had no partner, and I too. You sat down next to me, and we started chatting like old friends. You asked me to dance. Oh, what fun I had! You whirled me around and around like a top. I must say, I felt out of breath when the dance ended.
We started meeting everyday, and I enjoyed every minute we were together, Frodo Baggins. You are not like the other hobbits, who are always cheerful and bubbly, you are silent and shy. Maybe thats why I felt affection towards you, Frodo dear, for you are different.
Bernice stopped writing, and looked out into the stars. She felt tense, as if something evil was lurking just outside their house. She ignored it and continued writing.
I love you.
Suddenly there was a great roar. Bernice looked out the window and saw Men with torches running towards the woods. Panicking, she grabbed the parchment and opened the door out of her room. But too late, she couldn't get out, as flames have engulfed the whole house. She was trapped like a rat in her room. She held the parchment tight.
Outside, the neighbors tried to extinguish the fire. But alas! when the fire was put out, the house was undistinguishable and only the frame was left. There were no survivors. A piece of parchment survived the fire, the writing was undistinct and cannot be read. The only sentence that can be read was "I love you."
