The sun shone brilliantly down on Middle-earth, she put a smile on everyone's faces whilst they worked outside or inside, and the trees greatly appreciated her warmth, as did the animals.
The great black horse from Rivendell, EveningStar, stood proudly on the lush green grass staring down at his reflection in the Bywater pool. His black mane flowed down in front of his sturdy face and down his neck, his raven black tail swished behind him teasingly hitting his Master.
He lowered his head towards the clear blue pool to take a long drink, since they left Bree they hadn't stopped to take a drink; his Master was in some sort of rush to get to The Shire; and here they were.
His Master knelt down beside the pool, glancing in to check her reflection. She wasn't wearing her normal silver gown, she was decked out in an ordinary light blue dress, the top part that closely resembled a girdle-not quite, was a light white and tan color with two stitches down in between her breasts. Her reddish brown hair was pulled back behind her shoulders hanging loosely down her back stopping at the mid-back. A warm smile crossed her face as she stood up and twirled about before EveningStar, he snorted in agreement. He barely recognized her himself!
The two slowly strolled into Hobbiton admiring the beautiful scenery that they passed: the watermill, the small hills, open spaces of green grass, the small hobbit-holes-as the Elves called them, otherwise known as smials to the hobbits. They passed the Proudfoot smial just before the hill towards Bag End came into view.
A young hobbit stood in front of the Bag End window, trimming the hedges; she assumed that he was Samwise Gamgee. He turned to look at who was riding up to Bag End, hoping that it wasn't those Sackville Bagginses for Mr. Bilbo's sake. He turned to see a young maiden he did not know smile at him. "Mornin!" He greeted cheerfully, thankful it was not a S.B. She returned his merry greeting.
Up the hill they rode, stopping before the gate that read: 'No Admittance Except on Party Business'. His Master laughed heartily as she dismounted off him and opened the gate, letting it shut behind her; she walked up the pathway towards the door and knocked.
"Please Bilbo, let me here of you wondrous adventures again!" There was a shuffle of feet on the floor before the door opened revealing Bilbo with a small plate in his hands; a piece of cake sat on the plate, and some he was munching on.
"Good heavens!" He exclaimed with a look of surprise on his face, he stared at the girl standing in the doorway before he shook away his surprise and let her inside.
As she entered she noted all the little details of the smial that were still the same as she had remembered it last. The small, but long corridor straight ahead, the living room to the left and further back the small yet cozy kitchen; if you were to walk straight up the long corridor that faced the door and turned to the right, you would end up in Bilbo's bedroom, to the left was Frodo's.
"What brings you to Bag End?" He asked leading her into the small kitchen; she sat down at the table, her back facing the wall. A small window was to her left, the stove was facing her, and some food was laid out on the table being prepared to be stored away.
"Why, Bilbo. I thought you would know!" She exclaimed with a look of surprise on her face, "Don't tell me that your age has already caught up to you! I came to wish you and young Frodo a Happy Birthday! I bring tidings from Elrond." She looked at Bilbo who was busily pouring water into a kettle, still munching on some of the cake. "He welcomes you to Rivendell whenever you wish to return." Jyntaralyn watched Bilbo reach up to get some saucers and teacups, he placed them on the table turning around again to face the kettle on the stove.
"I will take that offer into consideration. Will you stay for my party?" Bilbo asked politely. Jyntaralyn could not forget how hobbits were always so polite to their visitors and family; the only exception for Bilbo and his family was the Sackville Bagginses, she could understand why that was so.
When the kettle whistled loudly, Bilbo took it off the stove and poured the tea into her cup first before his own, she sat watching him wondering how a hobbit of one hundred and eleven could look as if he were still ninety.
His hair barely showed any signs of aging, it was still the same lustrous, brown curly hair; his face was still glowing with youth and showed he was one who possessed knowledge and loved an adventure. Those hobbits who thought Bilbo strange were very wrong to judge him so, Bilbo was a very respectable and kind man who had taken his nephew Frodo into his smial when Frodo had lost his parents at the vulnerable age of twelve; Bilbo always considered his family members and friends, he even was kind to the Elves and Dwarves he encountered on his long walks in and out of the Shire.
Jyntaralyn sipped the tea gratefully, and thirstily; she had not drunken anything since she had left Rivendell save that of water.
Bilbo took a sip of his tea and took another bite of his cake, he offered some to Jyntaralyn and she accepted a small slice gratefully; finally she had another meal other than the vast amount of lembas she had from Lothlórien.
"Frodo has been up and about lately, I do not know where he is at this moment." Bilbo had a small smile forming on his lips, he could recall how Frodo, as a young lad, would always want to join Bilbo on his long walks, and listen to the stories of Bilbo's adventures.
"I fancy he's sitting in a field reading a book, chewing on straw whilst a horse approaches." She sipped her tea again, peeking over the rim of the cup at Bilbo. He nodded, it wasn't necessarily in agreement, for he did not know for certain whether she was right or not; he just had to believe her.
Loud explosions echoed in the Shire, silver rockets rose in the air and descended over the lake zooming over it until they at last exploded in a fury of different colors. The hobbits that sat and danced around the open space stared in awe of the fireworks Gandalf created.
Bilbo sat on a bench with a massive bunch of little hobbits sitting around him in a circle, eyes wide open and mouths too, listening to Bilbo tell his tale of his adventures of running into the three trolls.
"So there I was, at the mercy of three monstrous trolls, and they were arguing about how to cook us! Whether it be turned on a spit, or if they should sit on us one by one and squash us into jelly! They spent so much time arguing the whithertos and whyfors that the first light of the sun crept up over the tops of the trees and turned them all to stone!" The children jumped at the last bit of news of the trolls, he laughed and continued his story.
Gandalf walked over to his cart and pulled out some more fireworks, he smiled at them with a gleam in his eye; he left his cart to go light the fireworks when Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took came out from their hiding spot. Merry lifted Pippin into the cart to grab some fireworks, Pippin searched for one and pulled it out; Merry shook his head.
"Not that one! The big one, the big one!" He exclaimed. Pippin threw the other one back in to the massive pile and pulled out the largest one with a dragonhead at the top. Pippin jumped down and ran into a tent waiting for Merry, Merry stood outside the tent eagerly bouncing around; he looked around and took a bite of his apple before running in the tent after Pippin.
"There!" Pippin exclaimed. Merry looked at his cousin with his eyes wide open.
"You're supposed to put it in the ground first!" He shouted pushing the firecracker towards Pippin.
"It is in the ground!" Pippin cried out pushing the firecracker back to Merry.
"Outside!" Merry pushed the firecracker back at Pippin; he took it and pushed it back to Merry.
"This was your idea!" The firework exploded in their grasp taking the roof of the tent with it. Merry and Pippin lay flat on the ground covered in soot; the firework flew straight up into the air and became a dragon's head, it turned around, sprouted wings and flew in low over the frightened hobbits.
The dragon then flew over the lake dissolving into a spectacular shower of sparks; Merry and Pippin watched the results of the dragon with smiles on their faces.
"That was good!" Pippin nodded toward Merry who then agreed.
"Let's get another one!" Suddenly Gandalf appeared behind them, grabbing their pointy ears pulling them up onto their feet.
Gandalf put Merry and Pippin to work on cleaning dishes while a large birthday cake with one hundred and eleven candles was brought to the center table. Hobbits chanted "Speech, Speech!" as Bilbo stood on a table and cleared his throat to begin his well thought out speech.
"My dear Bagginses and Boffins, Tooks and Brandybucks, Grubbs, Chubbs, Hornblowers, Bolgers, Bracegirdles and Proudfoots!" He began with a correction from a Proudfoot sitting on the bench, feet propped up on the table. Bilbo brushed aside the correction and continued his speech.
"Today is my one hundred and eleventh birthday! Alas, eleventy one years is much too short a time to live among such excellent and admirable hobbits! I don't know half of you half as well as I should like and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve!" The hobbits sat mumbling to one another trying to figure out whether his statement was a compliment or not.
Frodo looked at his Uncle Bilbo with a smile on his face, he was seated beside Sam and Rosie.
"I have things to do. I've put this off for far too long." Bilbo resumed almost in a whisper. He fumbled in his pocket for the ring; he played around with it for a bit. Frodo's smile slowly faded, his expression turned to one of concern and confusion.
" I regret to announce this is the end! I'm going now. I bid you all a very fond farewell! Goodbye." Bilbo slipped on the ring and disappeared.
Gasps were head from the crowd of confused and astonished hobbits. Frodo stared at the spot Bilbo had stood with confusion and surprise written all over his face. What had Bilbo done? Why did he leave? Frodo wondered silently not just to himself, the young maiden in the tree heard his thoughts.
Jyntaralyn peered out from behind the leaves of the tree looking at Frodo's face; she couldn't believe that Bilbo had managed to disappear into thin air! She was just as astonished and confused as Frodo and the other hobbits, but she could only assume that Gandalf knew what had been going on. Gandalf rose from his seat and walked towards Bag End leaving the confused hobbits to chatter.
Curiosity filled Jyntaralyn; she silently jumped down from the tree knowing well that the hobbits wouldn't notice her given that they were all busy talking about Bilbo and how peculiar he had become since his adventure with the Dwarves and Gandalf. She ran towards Bag End climbing through the window unseen by Bilbo or Gandalf.
She noticed Bilbo took something gold out from his pocket and played with it as Gandalf started to lecture him about a ring and his behavior. Gandalf mentioned something about the ancient magic rings, which brought the conclusion that the ring Bilbo possessed was no ordinary ring, it was The Ring of Power.
She quickly jumped out with window before Bilbo entered to gather his things that he would need to be taking with him to wherever it was he was planning on going, Jyntaralyn only assumed that he was going to Rivendell where Elrond gladly welcomed him back.
Bilbo raised his voice at Gandalf telling him that it was his fault he came across the Ring, he assumed Gandalf wanted the Ring for himself. Jyntaralyn could feel the cold air rush through the window swirling in a dark cloud above Gandalf causing him to grow taller and appear mightier. She peeked over the edge of the window with fear in her heart that Bilbo would leave in a mad huff, she sucked in her breath when Bilbo looked at Gandalf, his eyes wide with terror, he whimpered and ran towards Gandalf embracing him in a hug. Jyntaralyn let out her breath quietly watching Gandalf return the hug; Bilbo walked towards the door Gandalf stopped him, mentioning that the Ring was still in his pocket. Bilbo laughed uneasily and took the Ring out, he held it in the palm of his hand slightly tipping his hand to let the Ring fall; he hesitated for a moment then let the Ring fall with a thud to the floor; he scurried out the door and paused.
"I've thought of an ending for my book: 'and he lived happily ever after, to the end of his days." Jyntaralyn's face lit up with happiness, the ending was an appropriate ending for Bilbo's book of adventures; she hoped that he would finish it in Rivendell with all the peace and quiet and beautiful scenery around him. Bilbo and Gandalf exchanged good-byes before Bilbo walked off singing his favorite walking song.
Jyntaralyn hopped back through the window, she stood in the archway watching Gandalf lean over to pick up the Ring, a bright light flashed before her eyes revealing fire surrounding a catlike pupil. She stepped back as if someone had nearly crashed into her. She looked at the Ring lying on the floor, Gandalf stood up straight inspecting the Ring from a distance.
The Eye flamed furiously about, whispering something to her; a tight feeling started to well up inside her chest like she was being held underwater or someone was strangling the breath out of her.
She leaned over with her right hand placed on her chest, gasping for breath. She closed her eyes but the Eye only appeared to gain strength that way, if she left her eyes open the pain lessened, but she could still see the Eye.
Soon Jyntaralyn's face drained white, if the Eye didn't disappear she feared that she would be killed, if Gandalf wasn't aware of what was happening he wouldn't be able to help before she… the Eye appeared to draw nearer to her; she tried gasping for more air making wheezing sounds; nearly enough air was getting into her lungs to sustain her!
She calmed herself down trying to think of what to do, she tried closing her eyes again but the icy grip that held her grew stronger until she re-opened her eyes.
Gandalf stood before her, his arms under her armpits he raised her up in his arms and set her down on the bench. The Eye disappeared and her breathing came natural again.
* I saw an Eye! What is going on? *Jyntaralyn asked through telepathy, she had not the strength to use her voice at the moment.
"You saw the Eye of Sauron, child." He replied with a bit of hesitation evident in his voice.
"Sauron!" Jyntaralyn spoke, her voice sounded very quiet and far away. She couldn't believe that she saw Sauron's eye, he had been very powerful long ago, all that changed after Isuldir claimed the Ring for himself.
Gandalf briefly told Jyntaralyn about the Ring and Sauron as he sat near the fireplace, he smoked his pipe while Jyntaralyn stood with her back to Gandalf looking out the window.
"Bilbo!" Jyntaralyn's keen elvish ears caught Frodo's faint voice; she lowered her head for a moment trying to picture where Frodo was at the moment. He was running up the hill towards Bag End already, with that Jyntaralyn nodded at Gandalf and hid.
Gandalf spoke to Frodo barely explaining anything to him; all he knew was that Gandalf needed to get out of Bag End to research the history of the Ring. He headed towards the door Frodo following behind him.
"But you've only just arrived! I don't understand!" He said stopping as Gandalf turned around to face him, he was hunched over so he wouldn't bang his head on the ceiling as he did the other day when he visited Bilbo.
"Neither do I. Keep it secret. Keep it safe." Were Gandalf's last words before he fled from Bag End on his horse riding towards the White City; he paused to look at the mountains, fire was just beyond them in Barad-Dûr.
The great black horse from Rivendell, EveningStar, stood proudly on the lush green grass staring down at his reflection in the Bywater pool. His black mane flowed down in front of his sturdy face and down his neck, his raven black tail swished behind him teasingly hitting his Master.
He lowered his head towards the clear blue pool to take a long drink, since they left Bree they hadn't stopped to take a drink; his Master was in some sort of rush to get to The Shire; and here they were.
His Master knelt down beside the pool, glancing in to check her reflection. She wasn't wearing her normal silver gown, she was decked out in an ordinary light blue dress, the top part that closely resembled a girdle-not quite, was a light white and tan color with two stitches down in between her breasts. Her reddish brown hair was pulled back behind her shoulders hanging loosely down her back stopping at the mid-back. A warm smile crossed her face as she stood up and twirled about before EveningStar, he snorted in agreement. He barely recognized her himself!
The two slowly strolled into Hobbiton admiring the beautiful scenery that they passed: the watermill, the small hills, open spaces of green grass, the small hobbit-holes-as the Elves called them, otherwise known as smials to the hobbits. They passed the Proudfoot smial just before the hill towards Bag End came into view.
A young hobbit stood in front of the Bag End window, trimming the hedges; she assumed that he was Samwise Gamgee. He turned to look at who was riding up to Bag End, hoping that it wasn't those Sackville Bagginses for Mr. Bilbo's sake. He turned to see a young maiden he did not know smile at him. "Mornin!" He greeted cheerfully, thankful it was not a S.B. She returned his merry greeting.
Up the hill they rode, stopping before the gate that read: 'No Admittance Except on Party Business'. His Master laughed heartily as she dismounted off him and opened the gate, letting it shut behind her; she walked up the pathway towards the door and knocked.
"Please Bilbo, let me here of you wondrous adventures again!" There was a shuffle of feet on the floor before the door opened revealing Bilbo with a small plate in his hands; a piece of cake sat on the plate, and some he was munching on.
"Good heavens!" He exclaimed with a look of surprise on his face, he stared at the girl standing in the doorway before he shook away his surprise and let her inside.
As she entered she noted all the little details of the smial that were still the same as she had remembered it last. The small, but long corridor straight ahead, the living room to the left and further back the small yet cozy kitchen; if you were to walk straight up the long corridor that faced the door and turned to the right, you would end up in Bilbo's bedroom, to the left was Frodo's.
"What brings you to Bag End?" He asked leading her into the small kitchen; she sat down at the table, her back facing the wall. A small window was to her left, the stove was facing her, and some food was laid out on the table being prepared to be stored away.
"Why, Bilbo. I thought you would know!" She exclaimed with a look of surprise on her face, "Don't tell me that your age has already caught up to you! I came to wish you and young Frodo a Happy Birthday! I bring tidings from Elrond." She looked at Bilbo who was busily pouring water into a kettle, still munching on some of the cake. "He welcomes you to Rivendell whenever you wish to return." Jyntaralyn watched Bilbo reach up to get some saucers and teacups, he placed them on the table turning around again to face the kettle on the stove.
"I will take that offer into consideration. Will you stay for my party?" Bilbo asked politely. Jyntaralyn could not forget how hobbits were always so polite to their visitors and family; the only exception for Bilbo and his family was the Sackville Bagginses, she could understand why that was so.
When the kettle whistled loudly, Bilbo took it off the stove and poured the tea into her cup first before his own, she sat watching him wondering how a hobbit of one hundred and eleven could look as if he were still ninety.
His hair barely showed any signs of aging, it was still the same lustrous, brown curly hair; his face was still glowing with youth and showed he was one who possessed knowledge and loved an adventure. Those hobbits who thought Bilbo strange were very wrong to judge him so, Bilbo was a very respectable and kind man who had taken his nephew Frodo into his smial when Frodo had lost his parents at the vulnerable age of twelve; Bilbo always considered his family members and friends, he even was kind to the Elves and Dwarves he encountered on his long walks in and out of the Shire.
Jyntaralyn sipped the tea gratefully, and thirstily; she had not drunken anything since she had left Rivendell save that of water.
Bilbo took a sip of his tea and took another bite of his cake, he offered some to Jyntaralyn and she accepted a small slice gratefully; finally she had another meal other than the vast amount of lembas she had from Lothlórien.
"Frodo has been up and about lately, I do not know where he is at this moment." Bilbo had a small smile forming on his lips, he could recall how Frodo, as a young lad, would always want to join Bilbo on his long walks, and listen to the stories of Bilbo's adventures.
"I fancy he's sitting in a field reading a book, chewing on straw whilst a horse approaches." She sipped her tea again, peeking over the rim of the cup at Bilbo. He nodded, it wasn't necessarily in agreement, for he did not know for certain whether she was right or not; he just had to believe her.
Loud explosions echoed in the Shire, silver rockets rose in the air and descended over the lake zooming over it until they at last exploded in a fury of different colors. The hobbits that sat and danced around the open space stared in awe of the fireworks Gandalf created.
Bilbo sat on a bench with a massive bunch of little hobbits sitting around him in a circle, eyes wide open and mouths too, listening to Bilbo tell his tale of his adventures of running into the three trolls.
"So there I was, at the mercy of three monstrous trolls, and they were arguing about how to cook us! Whether it be turned on a spit, or if they should sit on us one by one and squash us into jelly! They spent so much time arguing the whithertos and whyfors that the first light of the sun crept up over the tops of the trees and turned them all to stone!" The children jumped at the last bit of news of the trolls, he laughed and continued his story.
Gandalf walked over to his cart and pulled out some more fireworks, he smiled at them with a gleam in his eye; he left his cart to go light the fireworks when Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took came out from their hiding spot. Merry lifted Pippin into the cart to grab some fireworks, Pippin searched for one and pulled it out; Merry shook his head.
"Not that one! The big one, the big one!" He exclaimed. Pippin threw the other one back in to the massive pile and pulled out the largest one with a dragonhead at the top. Pippin jumped down and ran into a tent waiting for Merry, Merry stood outside the tent eagerly bouncing around; he looked around and took a bite of his apple before running in the tent after Pippin.
"There!" Pippin exclaimed. Merry looked at his cousin with his eyes wide open.
"You're supposed to put it in the ground first!" He shouted pushing the firecracker towards Pippin.
"It is in the ground!" Pippin cried out pushing the firecracker back to Merry.
"Outside!" Merry pushed the firecracker back at Pippin; he took it and pushed it back to Merry.
"This was your idea!" The firework exploded in their grasp taking the roof of the tent with it. Merry and Pippin lay flat on the ground covered in soot; the firework flew straight up into the air and became a dragon's head, it turned around, sprouted wings and flew in low over the frightened hobbits.
The dragon then flew over the lake dissolving into a spectacular shower of sparks; Merry and Pippin watched the results of the dragon with smiles on their faces.
"That was good!" Pippin nodded toward Merry who then agreed.
"Let's get another one!" Suddenly Gandalf appeared behind them, grabbing their pointy ears pulling them up onto their feet.
Gandalf put Merry and Pippin to work on cleaning dishes while a large birthday cake with one hundred and eleven candles was brought to the center table. Hobbits chanted "Speech, Speech!" as Bilbo stood on a table and cleared his throat to begin his well thought out speech.
"My dear Bagginses and Boffins, Tooks and Brandybucks, Grubbs, Chubbs, Hornblowers, Bolgers, Bracegirdles and Proudfoots!" He began with a correction from a Proudfoot sitting on the bench, feet propped up on the table. Bilbo brushed aside the correction and continued his speech.
"Today is my one hundred and eleventh birthday! Alas, eleventy one years is much too short a time to live among such excellent and admirable hobbits! I don't know half of you half as well as I should like and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve!" The hobbits sat mumbling to one another trying to figure out whether his statement was a compliment or not.
Frodo looked at his Uncle Bilbo with a smile on his face, he was seated beside Sam and Rosie.
"I have things to do. I've put this off for far too long." Bilbo resumed almost in a whisper. He fumbled in his pocket for the ring; he played around with it for a bit. Frodo's smile slowly faded, his expression turned to one of concern and confusion.
" I regret to announce this is the end! I'm going now. I bid you all a very fond farewell! Goodbye." Bilbo slipped on the ring and disappeared.
Gasps were head from the crowd of confused and astonished hobbits. Frodo stared at the spot Bilbo had stood with confusion and surprise written all over his face. What had Bilbo done? Why did he leave? Frodo wondered silently not just to himself, the young maiden in the tree heard his thoughts.
Jyntaralyn peered out from behind the leaves of the tree looking at Frodo's face; she couldn't believe that Bilbo had managed to disappear into thin air! She was just as astonished and confused as Frodo and the other hobbits, but she could only assume that Gandalf knew what had been going on. Gandalf rose from his seat and walked towards Bag End leaving the confused hobbits to chatter.
Curiosity filled Jyntaralyn; she silently jumped down from the tree knowing well that the hobbits wouldn't notice her given that they were all busy talking about Bilbo and how peculiar he had become since his adventure with the Dwarves and Gandalf. She ran towards Bag End climbing through the window unseen by Bilbo or Gandalf.
She noticed Bilbo took something gold out from his pocket and played with it as Gandalf started to lecture him about a ring and his behavior. Gandalf mentioned something about the ancient magic rings, which brought the conclusion that the ring Bilbo possessed was no ordinary ring, it was The Ring of Power.
She quickly jumped out with window before Bilbo entered to gather his things that he would need to be taking with him to wherever it was he was planning on going, Jyntaralyn only assumed that he was going to Rivendell where Elrond gladly welcomed him back.
Bilbo raised his voice at Gandalf telling him that it was his fault he came across the Ring, he assumed Gandalf wanted the Ring for himself. Jyntaralyn could feel the cold air rush through the window swirling in a dark cloud above Gandalf causing him to grow taller and appear mightier. She peeked over the edge of the window with fear in her heart that Bilbo would leave in a mad huff, she sucked in her breath when Bilbo looked at Gandalf, his eyes wide with terror, he whimpered and ran towards Gandalf embracing him in a hug. Jyntaralyn let out her breath quietly watching Gandalf return the hug; Bilbo walked towards the door Gandalf stopped him, mentioning that the Ring was still in his pocket. Bilbo laughed uneasily and took the Ring out, he held it in the palm of his hand slightly tipping his hand to let the Ring fall; he hesitated for a moment then let the Ring fall with a thud to the floor; he scurried out the door and paused.
"I've thought of an ending for my book: 'and he lived happily ever after, to the end of his days." Jyntaralyn's face lit up with happiness, the ending was an appropriate ending for Bilbo's book of adventures; she hoped that he would finish it in Rivendell with all the peace and quiet and beautiful scenery around him. Bilbo and Gandalf exchanged good-byes before Bilbo walked off singing his favorite walking song.
Jyntaralyn hopped back through the window, she stood in the archway watching Gandalf lean over to pick up the Ring, a bright light flashed before her eyes revealing fire surrounding a catlike pupil. She stepped back as if someone had nearly crashed into her. She looked at the Ring lying on the floor, Gandalf stood up straight inspecting the Ring from a distance.
The Eye flamed furiously about, whispering something to her; a tight feeling started to well up inside her chest like she was being held underwater or someone was strangling the breath out of her.
She leaned over with her right hand placed on her chest, gasping for breath. She closed her eyes but the Eye only appeared to gain strength that way, if she left her eyes open the pain lessened, but she could still see the Eye.
Soon Jyntaralyn's face drained white, if the Eye didn't disappear she feared that she would be killed, if Gandalf wasn't aware of what was happening he wouldn't be able to help before she… the Eye appeared to draw nearer to her; she tried gasping for more air making wheezing sounds; nearly enough air was getting into her lungs to sustain her!
She calmed herself down trying to think of what to do, she tried closing her eyes again but the icy grip that held her grew stronger until she re-opened her eyes.
Gandalf stood before her, his arms under her armpits he raised her up in his arms and set her down on the bench. The Eye disappeared and her breathing came natural again.
* I saw an Eye! What is going on? *Jyntaralyn asked through telepathy, she had not the strength to use her voice at the moment.
"You saw the Eye of Sauron, child." He replied with a bit of hesitation evident in his voice.
"Sauron!" Jyntaralyn spoke, her voice sounded very quiet and far away. She couldn't believe that she saw Sauron's eye, he had been very powerful long ago, all that changed after Isuldir claimed the Ring for himself.
Gandalf briefly told Jyntaralyn about the Ring and Sauron as he sat near the fireplace, he smoked his pipe while Jyntaralyn stood with her back to Gandalf looking out the window.
"Bilbo!" Jyntaralyn's keen elvish ears caught Frodo's faint voice; she lowered her head for a moment trying to picture where Frodo was at the moment. He was running up the hill towards Bag End already, with that Jyntaralyn nodded at Gandalf and hid.
Gandalf spoke to Frodo barely explaining anything to him; all he knew was that Gandalf needed to get out of Bag End to research the history of the Ring. He headed towards the door Frodo following behind him.
"But you've only just arrived! I don't understand!" He said stopping as Gandalf turned around to face him, he was hunched over so he wouldn't bang his head on the ceiling as he did the other day when he visited Bilbo.
"Neither do I. Keep it secret. Keep it safe." Were Gandalf's last words before he fled from Bag End on his horse riding towards the White City; he paused to look at the mountains, fire was just beyond them in Barad-Dûr.