Chapter Thirty-One
They left Weathertop early the next morning, hardly any of them saying a word after the shock they had received . . . Nina especially. The only thing bad she had done to a person was punch them - and that was only to Friado. Her mind kept saying 'Murderer, you killed him, you *killed* him' but she knew down in her heart that if she had not, Frodo would have been helpless and surely would have died. She knew she had killed Friado to save Frodo . . . which, considering Friado's recent evil plots and torture was a good thing.
Everyone had assured her in their own little ways . . . trying to make her see that she had no alternative . . . she had to do whatever she could to save Frodo.
"Either way it would have been him dead or Frodo" Holly had said. "And by a long run, we would all rather have Frodo alive"
All this was going through her mind as they rode on . . . every once and a while looking down on Lömadia, thankful and proud in some ways that she had saved the father of her child. Also that was definitely the last of Friado Broadbeam.
For the past year he had made her life hell . . . made her heart ache and put her through tortured times . . . kept her away from being with Frodo and her friends . . . almost took Lömadia and claimed her for his own. But now she knew she did not have to worry about anyone like him again . . . Rivendell was only six days away . . . her wedding was drawing nearer and nearer as time pass.
"You're thinking about it again," Frodo whispered into her ear from behind her, his arm supporting her around the waist.
"How can I not?" She sighed, rocking Lömadia gently as she slumbered. "I've never hurt anyone . . . not in my life, but actually *killing* somebody . . . its, well, um . . ."
"Shh . . ." Frodo kissed her cheek lovingly. "Let's just put him out of our minds, you didn't *kill* him purposely, you did what was right . . . you saved me" he smiled and gentle smile, putting her heart at ease.
"I couldn't let him hurt you. Just, well, he trapped you and was about to kill you . . . I was frightened and I looked to the floor and there was Sting lying there so I just -"
Frodo silenced her again. "Forget it," he said. "You saved me and I shall always be thankful . . . it wasn't murder, it was self defence"
"I suppose," Nina shrugged. "But the thought will never go away"
"It will in time," he smiled again as she turned her head slightly so he could plant a kiss on her lips. "Let's just concentrate on our wedding and our children . . . present and future"
Nina nodded her head slightly. "Yes" she answered quietly.
//
Six days past Nina gasped in excitement as they made it over the river and headed to the gates of Rivendell. Portia and Nissa were literally gob smacked, unable to even breathe at the glorious sights and smells of Rivendell.
There were very few Elves there and Frodo seemed almost disappointed. Last time the place was crawling with Elves, dancing, singing, making merry in the woods . . . now it was not so splendid, but splendid enough for the perfect wedding.
An Elf approached them, whom Frodo recognised to be Glorfindel, whose horse, Asfaloth, had taken him to Rivendell after he was stabbed at Weathertop by a Morgul Blade. Frodo remembered it well . . . the nine ringwraiths chasing them up the Ford . . . the endless cried from Glorfindel: 'Nero lim Asfaloth! Nero lim!' Frodo had gotten to Rivendell safely aft er the Riders were washed up by a large wave that looked like white horses . . . and that was down to Lord Elrond himself.
"Master Baggins!" Glorfindel cried in happiness. "I see you look well! I thought you had fled to the Undying lands with Gandalf the White and Lady Galadriel!"
"I had," Frodo said, hugging his old friend. "I came back . . . I missed my friends too badly and I felt lonely over there"
"Master Meriadoc! Master Peregrin!" Glorfindel hugged the two hobbits to him. "But where is Master Samwise . . . I thought he followed his master everywhere?!"
"He does," Frodo chuckled. "He'll be arriving in a couple of days"
"And who are these good hobbits?! Oh! A baby?!" Glorfindel looked to the bundle in Nina's arms. "Master Baggins . . . is this yours?!"
"Certainly is" Frodo grinned.
"Lord Elrond would love to see this little beauty. Tell me, why have you come?"
"In short . . . so me and my Nina can marry," Frodo said. "Not only is this city the most beautiful but also, we've had troubles back at home. I can explain all to both you and Lord Elrond - where is he?!"
"Come," Glorfindel gestured them towards the main house. The hobbits looked to the beautiful streams, the golden leaves, the beautiful crafted houses.
"I'm Holly Brandybuck!" Holly stepped forward, shaking Glorfindel's hand. "Merry's little sister! My god, you're an Elf!"
"Well spotted!" Merry joked.
"And this is Portia and Nissa Roper, they're Nina's elder sisters . . ." everyone chuckled at Holly who continued to blabber to poor Glorfindel.
Glorfindel led them to the house of Elrond . . . where they were to explain their reasons.
//
"I see," Elrond smiled, kneeling down so he was hobbit-height. "You ask if I could perform the ceremony."
Frodo gulped, feeling rather cheeky. "Well . . . yes"
"I would be delighted to . . . the place has not had many festivities since most of my people have left Middle-earth. "When would you have the ceremony?"
"We're waiting for Samwise, my loyal friend and his wife to join us, which should be in a couple of days at the earliest. I thank you Lord Elrond, you have saved us from much more delay and trouble"
Elrond smiled, looking to Lömadia. "She'll be special, that one. Daughter of the Ringbearer, savoir of Middle-earth . . . yes, I can see her becoming a very special hobbit indeed"
Nina blushed slightly, the sighting of the Elves had caused her too much excitement for her to handle. Portia and Nissa, especially were infatuated with the kingdom and could not stop looking around at the splendours of it all.
"You are just in time, Ringbearer" Elrond smiled, standing back up to his own height again. "King Aragorn and my daughter, Queen Arwen are to come to Rivendell tomorrow. I'm sure they will be as keen to see you"
Frodo, Merry and Pippin smiled to one another . . . "I knew this place would bring more happiness back for me" Frodo said.
"Also joining them is the steward of Gondor, Captain Faramir and his wife Eowyn, daughter of Théoden King of Rohan."
"Faramir?!" Pippin squealed, "I have longed to see Faramir! Is Minas Tirith still standing?"
Elrond smiled at the young Took. "Yes Master Peregrin. King Aragorn has triumphed and had ruled Gondor in such a perfect way. The White City has not fallen . . . he had kept his word to Boromir"
"Théoden King . . ." Merry sighed, reliving past memories. "He was a good man . . . he and his eldest son Eomer were dear friends to me. I shall never forget the battle, and I was at the Kings side all through it. A great honour"
Elrond smiled. "I see the quest has changed you a lot . . . you are well more mature!"
"My Lord, I would not speak too soon!" Holly laughed.
Elrond let out a laugh. "All Brandybucks are alike, I see, very good, very good! Glorfindel . . . take them to the finest rooms in my household, and see they have the best hospitality. And does the soon-to-be Mrs Baggins have a dress?"
"A dress?!" Nina called, looking at Holly, Nissa and Portia in shock. A dress?! They hadn't thought of a dress. "Well, my Lord, I do not, I'm afraid"
"Do not worry . . . Glorfindel! Send for Ril-Gania! Have her measure Miss Roper and have the finest white fabric. She shall make Miss Roper's dress for the wedding. Also have her and her sister's make dresses for the bridesmaids . . . I trust Miss Brandybuck and the other Miss Roper's are to be bridesmaids?"
"Yes," Nina blushed.
"That's settled then! It'll be the finest wedding Rivendell has ever seen!"
"Thank you, My Lord," Frodo smiled in mock happiness and Nina did not know how to express her thanks. Frodo had been right, the Elves were remarkable creatures.
Glorfindel led them down a long, beautiful corridor. "Here," he said. "This room is for you master Meriadoc and for you Master Peregrin . . . if you do not mind sharing. There are two beds"
"Of course, of course!" Merry chuckled, walking into the room. "I am going to bed to have a much deserved nap!"
"Mr Glorfindel . . . when do you serve breakfast?!" Pippin asked, standing in the doorway, watching with hopeful eyes.
"As soon as you are ready for it Master Peregrin!" he chuckled.
Pippin's eyes widened in happiness. "Fantastic!" he called, finally letting the others walk on.
"Miss Portia, Miss Nissa, you may share this room. If you want anything, anything at all, just ask somebody and they will gladly assist to your needs. Elrond will make sure everyone in the kingdom knows of your presence!"
"Thank you," Portia and Nissa smiled, still a bit shocked, walking into the room.
"And here, for you, Miss Brandybuck," Glorfindel opened a door to Holly's room.
"My own room . . . very good!" Holly nodded in satisfaction. Glorfindel chuckled.
"She is a diamond!" he laughed, walking further up to Frodo and Nina's room. "Here," he said, leading them both in. "This room is for families. I'm afraid the cradle is rather large for young Lömadia but there' nothing to be done!"
Nina gasped and looked to the cradle . . . a very large one it was, with beautiful white blankets inside and a white, see through curtain over it. Lömadia slumbered happier once she was laid down in it and covered with the soft feathery blanket.
Glorfindel left them both to settle in, which Nina thought would take forever. She could not get over the marvellous craft of the bed . . . the beautiful curtains and oh, the view from the balcony that over looked a lake with a small bridge over it . . . birds whistling and the sound of Elven-maids giggling amongst themselves happily. Frodo embraced her from behind, nuzzling his nose into her neck as she smiled and looked down the balcony.
"Is it as you dreamt?" he whispered.
"It's so much more than what I dreamt" Nina breathed. "It is heaven . . . I don't think I'll ever want to leave"
"We don't have to . . . we can stay, raise a family. Though you must realise that one day, we must go back"
Nina smiled; it was good enough for her. "Frodo, why are the Elves leaving? They're so beautiful, wise and the fairest of all creatures"
Frodo sighed. "Their time is over . . ." he sighed again. Nina asked no further.
As they gazed down, they watched two elven maidens run and laugh through the trees, singing a song, Frodo, himself knew very well from Legolas:
"An Elven-maid there was of old, a shining star by day: Her mantle white was hemmed with gold, her shoes of silver-grey.
A star was bound upon her brows; a light was on her hair
As sun upon the golden boughs, In Lórien the fair.
Her hair was long, her limbs were white, and fair she was and free; And in the wind she went as light, As leaf of linden-tree.
Beside the falls of Nimrodel, by water clear and cool, her voice as falling silver fell
into the shining pool.
Where now she wanders none can tell, in sunlight or in shade; for lost of yore was Nimrodel. And in the mountains strayed.
The elven-ship in haven grey, Beneath the mountain-lee, Awaited her for many a day
Beside the roaring sea.
A wind by night in Northern lands, Arose, and loud it cried, and drove the ship from elven-strands, across the streaming tide.
When dawn came dim the land was lost, the mountains sinking grey, beyond the heaving waves that tossed, their plumes of blinding spray.
Amroth beheld the fading shore, Now low beyond the swell, and cursed the faithless ship that bore, Him far from Nimrodel.
Of old he was an Elven-king, a lord of tree and glen, when golden were the boughs in spring, in fair Lothlórien.
From helm to sea they saw him leap, as arrow from the string, and dive into water deep, as mew upon the wing.
The wind was in his flowing hair, the foam about him shone; afar they saw him strong and fair, go riding like a swan.
But from the West has come no word, and on the Hither Shore, No tidings Elven-folk have heard, Of Amroth evermore."
"Beautiful song . . ." Nina commented with a contented sigh.
"It is the song of Nimrodel . . . an Elven maiden of Lothlorien" Frodo explained. "Every song has a story in it. The words all have a meaning"
"Yes," Nina smiled, never feeling so happy. "I wish Sam and Rose would hurry, I cannot wait to be your wife Frodo,"
"All in good time, darling, all in good time" Frodo assured her. Then he began singing softly into her ear:
"Snow-white! Snow-white! O Lady clear! O Queen beyond the Western Seas! O light to us that wander here, amid the world of woven trees!
Gilthoniel! O Elbereth! Clear are thy eyes and bright thy breath, Snow- white! Snow-white! We sing to thee, in a far land beyond the Sea.
O stars that in the Sunless Year. With shining hand by her were sown, in windy fields now bright and clear, we see your silver blossom blown!
O Elbereth! Gilthoniel! We still remember, we who dwell, in this far land beneath the trees, Thy starlight on the Western Seas."
Just the sound made her heart melt . . . he had taught her that song years before about the Elven Goddess Elbereth. And to Nina, Frodo was her Goddess. Her favourite song he had taught kept playing in her mind:
'When the cold of winter comes, starless nights will cover day, in the veiling of the sun, we will walk in bitter rain.
But in dreams, I still hear you name, and in dreams, we will meet again.
When the seas and mountains fall, and we come, to end of days, in the dark I hear a call, calling me there, I will go there, and back again.
But in dreams, I still hear your name, and in dreams, we will meet again . . .'
Ril-Gania soon came in with the measuring tape and measured Nina head to toe, writing down her measurements to her sister, Calil-Gadien.
"Get the best white, laced fabric we have and get the others working on it . . . oh the bridesmaids dresses will be in gold! Yes! Gold!" Ril-Gania giggled in her excitement, telling Nina how beautiful she was and telling Frodo how much of a hero he was . . . it was endless praises!
Nina was the happiest hobbit in Middle-earth, there was no doubt in her mind . . . she had Rivendell, she had her daughter, and she had her Frodo.
They left Weathertop early the next morning, hardly any of them saying a word after the shock they had received . . . Nina especially. The only thing bad she had done to a person was punch them - and that was only to Friado. Her mind kept saying 'Murderer, you killed him, you *killed* him' but she knew down in her heart that if she had not, Frodo would have been helpless and surely would have died. She knew she had killed Friado to save Frodo . . . which, considering Friado's recent evil plots and torture was a good thing.
Everyone had assured her in their own little ways . . . trying to make her see that she had no alternative . . . she had to do whatever she could to save Frodo.
"Either way it would have been him dead or Frodo" Holly had said. "And by a long run, we would all rather have Frodo alive"
All this was going through her mind as they rode on . . . every once and a while looking down on Lömadia, thankful and proud in some ways that she had saved the father of her child. Also that was definitely the last of Friado Broadbeam.
For the past year he had made her life hell . . . made her heart ache and put her through tortured times . . . kept her away from being with Frodo and her friends . . . almost took Lömadia and claimed her for his own. But now she knew she did not have to worry about anyone like him again . . . Rivendell was only six days away . . . her wedding was drawing nearer and nearer as time pass.
"You're thinking about it again," Frodo whispered into her ear from behind her, his arm supporting her around the waist.
"How can I not?" She sighed, rocking Lömadia gently as she slumbered. "I've never hurt anyone . . . not in my life, but actually *killing* somebody . . . its, well, um . . ."
"Shh . . ." Frodo kissed her cheek lovingly. "Let's just put him out of our minds, you didn't *kill* him purposely, you did what was right . . . you saved me" he smiled and gentle smile, putting her heart at ease.
"I couldn't let him hurt you. Just, well, he trapped you and was about to kill you . . . I was frightened and I looked to the floor and there was Sting lying there so I just -"
Frodo silenced her again. "Forget it," he said. "You saved me and I shall always be thankful . . . it wasn't murder, it was self defence"
"I suppose," Nina shrugged. "But the thought will never go away"
"It will in time," he smiled again as she turned her head slightly so he could plant a kiss on her lips. "Let's just concentrate on our wedding and our children . . . present and future"
Nina nodded her head slightly. "Yes" she answered quietly.
//
Six days past Nina gasped in excitement as they made it over the river and headed to the gates of Rivendell. Portia and Nissa were literally gob smacked, unable to even breathe at the glorious sights and smells of Rivendell.
There were very few Elves there and Frodo seemed almost disappointed. Last time the place was crawling with Elves, dancing, singing, making merry in the woods . . . now it was not so splendid, but splendid enough for the perfect wedding.
An Elf approached them, whom Frodo recognised to be Glorfindel, whose horse, Asfaloth, had taken him to Rivendell after he was stabbed at Weathertop by a Morgul Blade. Frodo remembered it well . . . the nine ringwraiths chasing them up the Ford . . . the endless cried from Glorfindel: 'Nero lim Asfaloth! Nero lim!' Frodo had gotten to Rivendell safely aft er the Riders were washed up by a large wave that looked like white horses . . . and that was down to Lord Elrond himself.
"Master Baggins!" Glorfindel cried in happiness. "I see you look well! I thought you had fled to the Undying lands with Gandalf the White and Lady Galadriel!"
"I had," Frodo said, hugging his old friend. "I came back . . . I missed my friends too badly and I felt lonely over there"
"Master Meriadoc! Master Peregrin!" Glorfindel hugged the two hobbits to him. "But where is Master Samwise . . . I thought he followed his master everywhere?!"
"He does," Frodo chuckled. "He'll be arriving in a couple of days"
"And who are these good hobbits?! Oh! A baby?!" Glorfindel looked to the bundle in Nina's arms. "Master Baggins . . . is this yours?!"
"Certainly is" Frodo grinned.
"Lord Elrond would love to see this little beauty. Tell me, why have you come?"
"In short . . . so me and my Nina can marry," Frodo said. "Not only is this city the most beautiful but also, we've had troubles back at home. I can explain all to both you and Lord Elrond - where is he?!"
"Come," Glorfindel gestured them towards the main house. The hobbits looked to the beautiful streams, the golden leaves, the beautiful crafted houses.
"I'm Holly Brandybuck!" Holly stepped forward, shaking Glorfindel's hand. "Merry's little sister! My god, you're an Elf!"
"Well spotted!" Merry joked.
"And this is Portia and Nissa Roper, they're Nina's elder sisters . . ." everyone chuckled at Holly who continued to blabber to poor Glorfindel.
Glorfindel led them to the house of Elrond . . . where they were to explain their reasons.
//
"I see," Elrond smiled, kneeling down so he was hobbit-height. "You ask if I could perform the ceremony."
Frodo gulped, feeling rather cheeky. "Well . . . yes"
"I would be delighted to . . . the place has not had many festivities since most of my people have left Middle-earth. "When would you have the ceremony?"
"We're waiting for Samwise, my loyal friend and his wife to join us, which should be in a couple of days at the earliest. I thank you Lord Elrond, you have saved us from much more delay and trouble"
Elrond smiled, looking to Lömadia. "She'll be special, that one. Daughter of the Ringbearer, savoir of Middle-earth . . . yes, I can see her becoming a very special hobbit indeed"
Nina blushed slightly, the sighting of the Elves had caused her too much excitement for her to handle. Portia and Nissa, especially were infatuated with the kingdom and could not stop looking around at the splendours of it all.
"You are just in time, Ringbearer" Elrond smiled, standing back up to his own height again. "King Aragorn and my daughter, Queen Arwen are to come to Rivendell tomorrow. I'm sure they will be as keen to see you"
Frodo, Merry and Pippin smiled to one another . . . "I knew this place would bring more happiness back for me" Frodo said.
"Also joining them is the steward of Gondor, Captain Faramir and his wife Eowyn, daughter of Théoden King of Rohan."
"Faramir?!" Pippin squealed, "I have longed to see Faramir! Is Minas Tirith still standing?"
Elrond smiled at the young Took. "Yes Master Peregrin. King Aragorn has triumphed and had ruled Gondor in such a perfect way. The White City has not fallen . . . he had kept his word to Boromir"
"Théoden King . . ." Merry sighed, reliving past memories. "He was a good man . . . he and his eldest son Eomer were dear friends to me. I shall never forget the battle, and I was at the Kings side all through it. A great honour"
Elrond smiled. "I see the quest has changed you a lot . . . you are well more mature!"
"My Lord, I would not speak too soon!" Holly laughed.
Elrond let out a laugh. "All Brandybucks are alike, I see, very good, very good! Glorfindel . . . take them to the finest rooms in my household, and see they have the best hospitality. And does the soon-to-be Mrs Baggins have a dress?"
"A dress?!" Nina called, looking at Holly, Nissa and Portia in shock. A dress?! They hadn't thought of a dress. "Well, my Lord, I do not, I'm afraid"
"Do not worry . . . Glorfindel! Send for Ril-Gania! Have her measure Miss Roper and have the finest white fabric. She shall make Miss Roper's dress for the wedding. Also have her and her sister's make dresses for the bridesmaids . . . I trust Miss Brandybuck and the other Miss Roper's are to be bridesmaids?"
"Yes," Nina blushed.
"That's settled then! It'll be the finest wedding Rivendell has ever seen!"
"Thank you, My Lord," Frodo smiled in mock happiness and Nina did not know how to express her thanks. Frodo had been right, the Elves were remarkable creatures.
Glorfindel led them down a long, beautiful corridor. "Here," he said. "This room is for you master Meriadoc and for you Master Peregrin . . . if you do not mind sharing. There are two beds"
"Of course, of course!" Merry chuckled, walking into the room. "I am going to bed to have a much deserved nap!"
"Mr Glorfindel . . . when do you serve breakfast?!" Pippin asked, standing in the doorway, watching with hopeful eyes.
"As soon as you are ready for it Master Peregrin!" he chuckled.
Pippin's eyes widened in happiness. "Fantastic!" he called, finally letting the others walk on.
"Miss Portia, Miss Nissa, you may share this room. If you want anything, anything at all, just ask somebody and they will gladly assist to your needs. Elrond will make sure everyone in the kingdom knows of your presence!"
"Thank you," Portia and Nissa smiled, still a bit shocked, walking into the room.
"And here, for you, Miss Brandybuck," Glorfindel opened a door to Holly's room.
"My own room . . . very good!" Holly nodded in satisfaction. Glorfindel chuckled.
"She is a diamond!" he laughed, walking further up to Frodo and Nina's room. "Here," he said, leading them both in. "This room is for families. I'm afraid the cradle is rather large for young Lömadia but there' nothing to be done!"
Nina gasped and looked to the cradle . . . a very large one it was, with beautiful white blankets inside and a white, see through curtain over it. Lömadia slumbered happier once she was laid down in it and covered with the soft feathery blanket.
Glorfindel left them both to settle in, which Nina thought would take forever. She could not get over the marvellous craft of the bed . . . the beautiful curtains and oh, the view from the balcony that over looked a lake with a small bridge over it . . . birds whistling and the sound of Elven-maids giggling amongst themselves happily. Frodo embraced her from behind, nuzzling his nose into her neck as she smiled and looked down the balcony.
"Is it as you dreamt?" he whispered.
"It's so much more than what I dreamt" Nina breathed. "It is heaven . . . I don't think I'll ever want to leave"
"We don't have to . . . we can stay, raise a family. Though you must realise that one day, we must go back"
Nina smiled; it was good enough for her. "Frodo, why are the Elves leaving? They're so beautiful, wise and the fairest of all creatures"
Frodo sighed. "Their time is over . . ." he sighed again. Nina asked no further.
As they gazed down, they watched two elven maidens run and laugh through the trees, singing a song, Frodo, himself knew very well from Legolas:
"An Elven-maid there was of old, a shining star by day: Her mantle white was hemmed with gold, her shoes of silver-grey.
A star was bound upon her brows; a light was on her hair
As sun upon the golden boughs, In Lórien the fair.
Her hair was long, her limbs were white, and fair she was and free; And in the wind she went as light, As leaf of linden-tree.
Beside the falls of Nimrodel, by water clear and cool, her voice as falling silver fell
into the shining pool.
Where now she wanders none can tell, in sunlight or in shade; for lost of yore was Nimrodel. And in the mountains strayed.
The elven-ship in haven grey, Beneath the mountain-lee, Awaited her for many a day
Beside the roaring sea.
A wind by night in Northern lands, Arose, and loud it cried, and drove the ship from elven-strands, across the streaming tide.
When dawn came dim the land was lost, the mountains sinking grey, beyond the heaving waves that tossed, their plumes of blinding spray.
Amroth beheld the fading shore, Now low beyond the swell, and cursed the faithless ship that bore, Him far from Nimrodel.
Of old he was an Elven-king, a lord of tree and glen, when golden were the boughs in spring, in fair Lothlórien.
From helm to sea they saw him leap, as arrow from the string, and dive into water deep, as mew upon the wing.
The wind was in his flowing hair, the foam about him shone; afar they saw him strong and fair, go riding like a swan.
But from the West has come no word, and on the Hither Shore, No tidings Elven-folk have heard, Of Amroth evermore."
"Beautiful song . . ." Nina commented with a contented sigh.
"It is the song of Nimrodel . . . an Elven maiden of Lothlorien" Frodo explained. "Every song has a story in it. The words all have a meaning"
"Yes," Nina smiled, never feeling so happy. "I wish Sam and Rose would hurry, I cannot wait to be your wife Frodo,"
"All in good time, darling, all in good time" Frodo assured her. Then he began singing softly into her ear:
"Snow-white! Snow-white! O Lady clear! O Queen beyond the Western Seas! O light to us that wander here, amid the world of woven trees!
Gilthoniel! O Elbereth! Clear are thy eyes and bright thy breath, Snow- white! Snow-white! We sing to thee, in a far land beyond the Sea.
O stars that in the Sunless Year. With shining hand by her were sown, in windy fields now bright and clear, we see your silver blossom blown!
O Elbereth! Gilthoniel! We still remember, we who dwell, in this far land beneath the trees, Thy starlight on the Western Seas."
Just the sound made her heart melt . . . he had taught her that song years before about the Elven Goddess Elbereth. And to Nina, Frodo was her Goddess. Her favourite song he had taught kept playing in her mind:
'When the cold of winter comes, starless nights will cover day, in the veiling of the sun, we will walk in bitter rain.
But in dreams, I still hear you name, and in dreams, we will meet again.
When the seas and mountains fall, and we come, to end of days, in the dark I hear a call, calling me there, I will go there, and back again.
But in dreams, I still hear your name, and in dreams, we will meet again . . .'
Ril-Gania soon came in with the measuring tape and measured Nina head to toe, writing down her measurements to her sister, Calil-Gadien.
"Get the best white, laced fabric we have and get the others working on it . . . oh the bridesmaids dresses will be in gold! Yes! Gold!" Ril-Gania giggled in her excitement, telling Nina how beautiful she was and telling Frodo how much of a hero he was . . . it was endless praises!
Nina was the happiest hobbit in Middle-earth, there was no doubt in her mind . . . she had Rivendell, she had her daughter, and she had her Frodo.