Chapter Nine
Tearful goodbyes
Author's note: Part of this chapter's writing is that I didn't know how to write the mind conversation five minutes before, and use your imagination. I'll tell you what REALLY happened later in the fiction, If I ever get the chance. Sorry this chapter is so short, but it ended before I told it to. BAD FICTION! BAD!
*Back in Leah's POV, two weeks after Harry, Ron, and Hermione came*
I gazed at Frodo, mouth open. "So, will you?" he directed his thought at me. I looked at him, at a loss for words. He looked at me, with those piercing blue eyes. I had gotten better at blocking my thoughts I wanted to keep secret from him, well, secret, but he seemed to sense my answer. He nodded. "I understand," he thought at me, his voice soothing. I looked away, faltering under his gaze. I looked back up at him, and a single tear was rolling down his cheek. I choked, just to see his face, so dear to me, distorted like that. A picture truly is worth a thousand words. "Goodbye," he said, in a hoarse whisper, and before I could blink, he was gone.
Tearful goodbyes
Author's note: Part of this chapter's writing is that I didn't know how to write the mind conversation five minutes before, and use your imagination. I'll tell you what REALLY happened later in the fiction, If I ever get the chance. Sorry this chapter is so short, but it ended before I told it to. BAD FICTION! BAD!
*Back in Leah's POV, two weeks after Harry, Ron, and Hermione came*
I gazed at Frodo, mouth open. "So, will you?" he directed his thought at me. I looked at him, at a loss for words. He looked at me, with those piercing blue eyes. I had gotten better at blocking my thoughts I wanted to keep secret from him, well, secret, but he seemed to sense my answer. He nodded. "I understand," he thought at me, his voice soothing. I looked away, faltering under his gaze. I looked back up at him, and a single tear was rolling down his cheek. I choked, just to see his face, so dear to me, distorted like that. A picture truly is worth a thousand words. "Goodbye," he said, in a hoarse whisper, and before I could blink, he was gone.