Disclaimer: I don't own lord of the rings or claim to, but i own Shrell. She is my character you can't use her (i'm not saying you'd want to).
Warning: i get carried away with commas,,,,,,, (don't be confused if you see one in the wrong place).
March 21
The Shire. It came into view, but it wasn't the peaceful Shire once known to the halflings. There was screaming and fighting, the houses were burning with fire, and weapons of small peaceful hobbits clashed. The sky was blacker than night, and the air was thicker than pitch. Smoke clouded everything and hung in the air like doom that could not be escaped. Small hobbits hid in the shadows, while the elder ones fought, but what they were fighting was something that couldn't be seen, only felt.......evil. Soon everything was destroyed but one tree, a beautiful, tall, majestic tree, atop a hill, that glowed a silvery color in the dim light. Next to it stood a dark cloaked figure, it's face not revealed, yet it did not have the feel of evil. Then one last scream ended the battle. All that could be seen were dark dripping creatures with pink glowing eyes that crawled among the rubble devouring the flesh of the dead hobbits.
Frodo awoke with a start. Every part of the dream was so vivid and yet so unclear. He watch ed his hands shake until they stopped, then glanced around the dark room. He laid his head back down on the pillow but spent the rest of the night tossing and turning restlessly til morning.
March 22
Gandalf, I had a horrible dream last night Frodo told the wizard. It was half past noon and they were sitting at a small table in a sunlit room. I miss the Shire more and more every day Frodo thought out loud.
Perhaps you should go back to it, Frodo Gandalf said in a low voice without looking at Frodo.
Gandalf, you know i couldn't possibly-- Frodo started but Gandalf cut him off.
asked the wizard.
Frodo fell silent at this. He could return, but did he really want to? He always used to dream of the ring. He would walk in his sleep endlessly searching for it til morning, when it would pain him even more and it always seemed just out of reach.
I really have no reason to return. My place is here with all of you, the ring bearers Frodo felt like he was lying as he sad this, but tried his best not to show it.
Perhaps, Frodo, perhaps the wizard just sort of trailed off, and then stared out the window for what seemed like ages.
Frodo continued to wonder about what he had said for long into the night. He had a talk with Galadriel around 5:00 and she seemed to agree with Gandalf even though Frodo hadn't told her anything....she just seemed to know.
At night he dreamed of the Shire and the horrible fight. Every time it got more vivid and more horrible, and in the day he was troubled by thoughts of the Shire and was turn about staying or returning. What if the dreams were true or help some truth? What if they weren't? What would he say to Sam, if they weren't? Hi, I thought there was a battle in the Shire, but i guess not. Mind if I come in for tea? Frodo hated the thought and hated being caught in the embarrassment of such strange ideas, but what if they were true? He also hated the thought of all the kind little hobbits dead.
After thinking a lot he decided to return to the Shire. If nothing was wrong then he would say he was visiting. now where is Gandalf......to be continued.