Frodo couldn't sleep. Something was tormenting him, forbidding him his sleep. Finally giving up on rest, Frodo got up, dressed and left Bag End. He walked down the road and, without meaning too, found himself in the field where Bilbo had left him everything- including the Ring. He sat down on a log under a tree and wished Bilbo weren't in Rivendell that he was instead at Bag End. He wished her weren't trapped within the walls of Bag End with only Sam, Merry and Pippin to keep him company. Ever since he had returned to the Shire, Frodo had felt he didn't belong any more, for he had seen more terrible things and fought more horrible fears than any of the other Hobbits could even conceive. It was feeling that tore his heart but no matter how hard he tried; he could not change his ways.
Raising a shaking hand, Frodo wiped away the tears that had begun to roll down his cheeks and has he did, he noticed someone- something moving on the hill that looked over the field. Heat thumping against his ribs, Frodo leaped up and half ran, half crept across the field, over the fence and up the hill. As he drew nearer to the Flitter, he noticed there seemed to be some sort of light about it. Suddenly, slowly, the Flitter turned around. Frodo found himself gazing into bright green eyes with an unearthly light coming forth from them. This was not the evil yet pitiful light of Gollum's eyes, but sad, hopeless orbs. As quickly as they had turned to, the eyes turned away. The Flitter was running away.
"No, wait!" he called softly as he gave pursuit. They ran down the hill and onto the field. Frodo could now see the Flitter was completely concealed by a midnight black cloak that was pulled up to cover Its face. They kept running until It tripped and fell on the log Frodo had been sitting on. It cowered in the corner between two large root protruding from the ground, covering Its face protectively with Its arm.
"P-p-please d-don't hurt me," it begged softly. To his astonishment, Frodo found he recognised that voice. The owner's innocence was depicted by the soft feminine tones and its soft pleading made his hearty skip a beat. He hadn't heard the voice in over 30 years.
"Gilia," Frodo breathed. "Gillie, it's me, Frodo."
"Frodo?" Gilia removed her arm and looked up from where she was crouched. She stood up to look at him properly. "Frodo! It's so good to see you at last!" she enclosed him in her arms, and gave him the first embrace fro what was too long for both of them.
They remained that way for what seemed to be an eternity to Frodo. Too long he had dreamed of this moment, holding Gillie in his arms at long last. But their happy reunion was ruined when the Sun peeked his sunny face over the hills, bathing all of Hobbiton in light.
Gillie jumped away in shock. "Oh no! I never realised it was so late. Frodo, promise you won't tell Merry I was here? He'd never forgive me." Frodo nodded, Gillie turned and prepared to run for the hill. At the last moment she whirled around and leant over and gave Frodo a kiss on his cheek. Then she spun and was gone.
Frodo turned and walked up the road in a daze. He didn't notice the gardeners and farmers calling and pointing at him as he passed. It was only after he had closed the door to Bag End that he realised Gillie hadn't lowered the hood to her cloak.