Author's Note: Having been inspired by all the wonderful stories out there I thought I'd try my hand at it too. This is my first attempt, so please be kind. If you like what you've read so far, please R&R.

Disclaimer: Just to let you all know. I neither own the characters nor the copy right on them. I'm just obsessed about them and think about them way too much.

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Twinkle Twinkle  Little Star

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Feeling a hand on his shoulder Frodo jerked up to see a worried Aragorn looking at him.  Wondering what he had done, Frodo looked around to see everyone else getting ready to get some rest for the night.

"I know it's cold now, but try to eat some of your dinner before getting some sleep.  You haven't been sleeping well and you need all your strength."

Looking down, Frodo noticed that he hadn't even taken a bite of his dinner, while everyone else was finished, cleaned up and ready for bed.  Where had the time gone?  And what was happening to him?  These dreams were becoming more and more vivid.  At times Frodo felt that he couldn't distinguish between reality and dreams, and these weren't like any dreams he'd ever had.  Dreams came at night, not during the day, and not while one was still awake.  Did they?

"Strider, do you think I'm going crazy?"

"Why would you think that?"  And sitting down beside Frodo, Aragorn listened carefully to the tale that was told, first of the dream about Bilbo and last about the one Frodo had just had about Sam.  And at that time, probably more than any other time since Gandalf fell in Moria, Aragorn wished the wizard was there.

"No, I don't think your crazy.  Instead, I think you've been given a rare gift."

Looking at Aragorn with a blank, shocked look, Frodo could only wonder what the Ranger was thinking.  A gift?  If it was so, then it was one that Frodo would have been happy to do without.  "A gift?  What kind of 'gift' would have me dream of being killed by one person I love and responsible for the death of another?"

Taking a deep breath, Aragorn thought about what he could say to ease the burden the hobbit before him faced.  "Very few people in this world truly have a destiny.  Oh, many stumble through life acting like they do or pretending that they do."

"But they don't?"

"No, but you do.  No one else could have done what you have done.  Although it may not be easy, you have the strength within you to do what needs to be done."  With that Aragorn stood up and moved over to his bedroll and lay down, trying to get some sleep before it was his turn to keep watch.

Laying in his bedroll Frodo looked up at the stars in the sky.  For the first time since he left the Shire Frodo didn't wish that someone else had been cursed with carrying the ring.  Maybe Strider was right and he was meant to take the ring.  For whatever it was worth, it was his charge to take the ring to Mordor, something he, and only he alone, could do.

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The end.

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I just want to take this opportunity to thank everyone who has read my story (especially those kind souls who sent in a review…..I just live on reviews).  This was my first fanfic, I hope you enjoyed it.  Please give me a shout if you want to see more.

I just wanted to give one last BIG thanks to TesubCalle for all the help and guidance she's given me on this story.  I wouldn't have been able to write it without all her support