The next morning, Lily made up her mind to tell Frodo that she was leaving for the Northern Waste the next morning. So after dinner, she went up to Frodo and said, 'Frodo, I have made up my mind, I am going to the Northern Waste to visit. A part of me is still there, even though it practically destroyed me. I dont know what it is Frodo, but I do hope you let me leave...' Lily began slowly, fully knowing that Frodo was most likely against it.

'Lily, I really dont want you to go, but if you must, go...but come back soon...' Frodo sighed wearily.

'Frodo, why made you change your mind? I thought you were against me leaving; you said that it you hurt you too much if I did leave...' Lily said, aghast.

'Oh Lily, I figured that if you really wanted to go, you would go anyway, even if I had said you couldnt. Theres no use in me saying you cant, because you'll find a way around it... I will miss you...' Frodo said.

Lily said, sighing, 'But you can always say goodbye...'

Frodo wrapped his arms around her waist and looked into her eyes. Lily sighed deeply and put her head on his shoulder. He tilted her head up, and kissed her deeply, one kiss after another. She ran her fingers through his hair, and walked slowly to the bedroom, where they both collapsed onto the bed...

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Early the next morning, Lily started off for the Northern Waste. She said to Frodo, 'Dont worry about me, I'll be fine. I'll see you in 2 or 3 weeks. I love you.' She wrapped her arms around his waist, kissed him goodbye, and was off.

It had been over 50 years since she has last stepped foot inside of the Northern Waste-lands, but it was completely different from the last time she was there. Everything was barren. There wasn't a single living thing for leagues around; everything looked (and felt) dead. It reminded her of when Frodo left in 1418 to destroy the One Ring, and Lotho took over Bag End and destroyed the Shire with the help of Sharkey-Saraman. It brought back bad memories of that time in the Shire; she did not want to relive them. She pushed them to the back of her mind and rode on.

She had been riding for a couple of hours in this barren waste when she came across a farm. So people do still live here... she thought to herself.

She flagged the farmer down, who was working in the fields. 'Nac uoy llet em woh raf ti si ot eht ytic fo Naltybloh esaelp?' she asked the farmer in the native language of Hsilgne.

'Ytrof seugael ot eht htron. Eht ytic si gnieb tliuber. ' the farmer replied.

'Knaht uoy yrev hcum! Yam eht doar esir ot teem uoy!' She added as a sort of thanks.

'Dna syawla yam ti eb rof uoy.' the farmer called in reply to the already galloping away Lily.

Forty leagues away is pretty far, Lily thought to herself. She spurred her pony on faster. The scenery didn't change much, except for a farm here and there, maybe some green patches of land, but mostly everything was barren waste. Trees had no leaves, grass was only stubble, and the sky was gray. It is so unhappy, Lily thought.  How can anyone live here and not be unhappy? This is nothing like the Shire. Oh how I wish I was back there now, with its happy people and all the greenery...I dont think I can go on...

But she found it in here to go on. She had to make it to Naltybloh before sundown, or she wouldnt have anywhere to sleep.

Needless to say, sundown came and she hadnt reached Naltybloh (or in the Common Tongue, Holbytlan) and had nowhere to rest or eat. But she spotted a farm in the distance. If only I could get there, Lily thought, maybe I could get some sort of lodging.

10 minutes later, Lily knocked on the door of what appeared to be a small farmhouse. When the lady answered the door, Lily made her plea.

'Esaelp madam, I deen emos gnigdol rof thginot dna I evah erehwon ot yats. I ma gniyrt ot ekam ti ot eht ytic fo Naltybloh. Fi uoy dluow eb os dnik sa ot tel em yats ereh rof a thgin, I dluow eb yllanrete luftaerg. '

The lady frowed for a minute, then smiled. 'Erus raed, tub yhw era uoy gniog ot taht ytic? Ti si llits ni sniur. Tub sey, uoy yam. Tahw si ruoy eman yb eht yaw?' The lady inquired.

'Ylil Sniggab, mam.' Lily said to her. Lily felt that this lady was familar, in some way...she just didnt know how.

'Mam, tahw si ruoy enam? Rof uoy deksa ym eman tub i od ton wonk sruoy.'

'Ho! Mi yrros, I ma Eiloj Erimaf.' Jolie replied

Something about that name sounded famliar, but she couldn't remember from where...

Lily came in to the house and made herself comfortable. It was a quaint little farmhouse, with two bedrooms, a living room with a loft above, and a kitchen. Lily couldn't help but love this house. In a odd way, she felt as if she had been here before. She almost wished that she was leaving Bag End...wait no, she couldn't think that. She promised Frodo that she would come back; she had to keep her promise.

Jolie had given her a hearty meal, and a warm place to rest. Soon after dinner, Lily had fell asleep like a baby.

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When the first rays of light shone down through the window in the living room, Lily woke up. She saw that Jolie was standing over her. Lily sat up with a start, wondering why the hell she was standing over her.

'Eiloj, yhw era uoy gnidnats revo em? Did I od gnihtemos gnorw?' Lily wondered.

'You're not from around here are you...' Joliet said in the Common Tongue.

'You can speak the Common Language? Why didn't you tell me? Did you mean to lead me on?' Lily said, a tad angry.

'You remind me of some one i used to know...always getting angry about the stupidest things. But she's gone now...' Joliet said sadly.

'Whom are you talking about?'

'My cousin Lilith. She was so dear to me. But her parents died, and she went of to some far off place, I think I was called Rhûn....' Jolie replied sadly.

There was a long and uncomfortable pause. Lily started to wonder, but then changed her mind. Instead she said, 'Thank you kindly for your hospitality. It was much received. I shall never forget your kindness Jolie Farmire, never. Yam eht doar esir ot teem uoy. Syawla...' Lily said sadly. Jolie was the nicest person she had ever met, besides Frodo, and it killed her that she was going to have to leave her. She made a solemn promise to herself to come back this way on the way back, to see Jolie. She said one last goodbye, packed her things, and sped off on her pony towards Naltybloh.