He gazed at her, that gaze that she could just melt at. She felt the old wishpers again tugging at her heart. She bit her lip, the pain was the only thing letting her keep focus. He was unwavering in his stare, he was trying to seduce her with those eyes. If she could break his gaze she could break the chain he had on her. He reached out and grabbed her hand. His fingers stroked it gently, as he had when they were young and still together. Shivers went up and down her body. She tought she was going to cry. She bit her lip so hard she drew blood.
"I am glad you are going with me," he squeezed her hand. "I can bear it if I am with you. You are everything to me."
His gaze conintued to enchant her. Gods, she wished anything would happen to get him to stop looking at her. She shook her head. "I must go speak with Pippin." She dropped his hand and moved away. She had some strength, but the damage was already done.
Frodo watched her retreat to her home, a pleased smile on his face. He done his job, the seed had been planted and all it needed was a bit of watering.
Gwen shut the door behind her leaning against it in the darkness of the house. Tears were streaming from her face, confusion was all she felt and she could not make her way out of it. When was all this goign to end? When could she live a normal life? Hell was much better then this torture of the heart.
Pippin approched her from the shadows of the hallway, "What is it?" His face was so kind and his eyes so full of worry that it broke her heart, tears began to fall even faster. He ran to her, gathering her into his arms. He guided her to the floor as her knees gave way. He brought her against him, holding her as she sobbed violently into his chest. Tears fell from his own eyes. He knew he could not ask, he knew his wife kept secrets, but he knew that he loved her inspite of it. He knew that somewhere she was still Frodo's, but he loved even more inspite of it. She had never given him cause to doubt her faithfulness. Whatever she felt toward the older Hobbit she forgot for him and she was a faithful and respectful wife.
"I love you," she choked out finally.
His heart stopped beating, he knew she was hurting. She was reaching out for someone to hold onto.
"I love you to my darling," his kissed her head, holding her tighter.
"I must leave you for awhile, though I do not want to."
He almost choked, he knew this day would come, the day when she would guide him to the Undying Lands. The time when she would make her choice. His heart ached, he just wanted another night with her, another night to be in her arms, to hold her, to make love to her. He held she so close to him. "Please do not forget me." He was shaking.
"I will not, I cannot. I am your wife, you are my husband. You are my love." Deep insided she wondered if this would be the last time she would be held by her husband.