The Way


This just goes to show you how bored I get. I just saw The Two Towers and suddenly I've become facinated with the topic of a Frodo romance story. If you really think about it he wouldn't have much time at all to fall in love. Unless of course this girl traveled with the Fellowship. So here it is, VERY flawed I imagine since I don't see myself as a very good writer at all. But the topic is very interesting even though these fics probably come from all cornors of the Earth, when I get interested in something to the point where all I can do is question it's chances of being possible and think of how it could be possible, theres no stopping a story. Please R&R, even though you'll probably tell me how screwed up it is, but maybe it'll be Okay. Peace out!--

Sharon.

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Background- The story takes place toward the end of the Fellowship of the Ring (and gradually continues through the Two Towers), just before the group parts. Legolas announces that he has been in contact with someone who would be of great help, and that they are coming to meet them the following day.

Disclaimer- Although to be able to write such sheer brilliant literature would be so rewarding and such an honor, The Lord of the Rings does not belong to me. Nor does it's characters. I DO own however, Levanna (the Vanna pronounced rather quickly like levuna), her father Omartrique, and Haronius the Howler.


*Please do not mind spelling errors, for I am not a dictionary.*

Quick note- In case some do not know(which I doubt). The word 'master' can be used to describe ones employer, as well as owner. It was commonly used in this sense during the medieval times.

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--Chapter One- The Arrival of Love.--

At Legolas' announcement of the arrival of his friend there was a sudden, disturbing quietness. Sam froze next to Frodo as they sat around the fire they had built for camp, he looked to his master, a slight look of uneasiness accompanying a look of confusion would be the best way to describe his face. Frodo tried to give him a reassuring smile, but he could not do it. A weak, unsure smile came instead.

Aragorn spoke first. "Legolas my friend, you are sure that this is wise? Should we not just continue our quest?"

Legolas nodded and said,"Yes. This person is going to be of great help. They are an extremely skilled navigant, and I am very jealous to say that their eyesight is better than that of mine."

Frodo spoke now. "The sooner we destroy the Ring, the better."

Legolas sighed. "I know Frodo, but this person can help us to Mount Doom FASTER."

Frodo too sighed. "All right. But if they aren't here by noon..."

"We'll set out. But do not worry friend, they will be here."

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Frodo did not sleep that much that night. It was really no surprise since he hardly ever slept. He didn't eat much either, the only thing he really did, was look at the Ring, and think. Sometimes he thought of Gandalf, sometimes of Bilbo. But lately he had been thinking of the Shire in general. Of what the hobbits used to say. About the one question he had been asked most since his coming of age. "Why have you not yet married?"

The great truth was that he had not yet met someone who made him think of wanting to get married. He wanted to fall in love, to meet some girl and just feel destiny take him over. He didn't want to marry because he 'had to'.

Frodo would imagine his dream girl with his eyes closed, kneading the Ring between his fingers as he lay next to Sam on the ground.

She would have long, dark hair and illuminating brown eyes. She would have lips the color of the sky as the sun was almost down and her skin would be smooth and light. Her cheeks would have a slight rosiness to them, and she would have a smile that shone brighter than the moon. She would whisper in his ear and her kisses would be soft yet strong. He smiled slightly thinking of her. And once or twice he would have to go away to hide any evidence of his 'attraction'.

Within the past few weeks, Frodo had been longing for such companionship. He would look at the towns girls faces as they passed through, but he couldn't find her amongst the crowds.

He had confided in Sam that he wanted to find a wife, and Sam being as loyal as he was did not tell a soul why Frodo looked depressed after leaving villages. Frodo had also described his dream girl, and so now for his masters happiness and the hope for children to help in the garden within a few years at Bags End, Sam too looked for the mystery girl.

But tonight there would be no more searching. Tonight there was imagination and hope. Tonight there was the wonder of what the Elf arriving tomorrow would be like. Would he be quiet and mischievous like Legolas? Or would he be the complete opposite?

Frodo eventually got a few hours of sleep in, and he had dreamed of nothing .

Before he knew it and before it seemed fair Sam shook him awake and told him that breakfast was ready. Frodo thanked him and sat up, making sure he was composed correctly. When he was sure, he joined the other men by the fire. He got some stew, but did not eat much of it. He turned to Legolas.

"When can we expect this 'friend' of yours to arrive?"

Legolas thought for a moment and swallowed what he had been chewing. "I really can't say. Probably within another one to three hours. They tend to leave without eating so that they can get an early start."

"Well that's not healthy." The Gimili the dwarf said, scooping some more stew from the pot.

Frodo dumped his back in and went over to a nearby rock and sat down on it. Legolas came up next to him and scanned the horizon.

Aragon soon joined them. "See anything with those Elf Eyes of yours, Legolas?"

"Hmmmm, not yet. But I have a feeling that it won't be long."

Aragon smiled, patting his back and walking away.

"Would it kill you to tell me what the matter is, Frodo?" He asked, continuing to look.

Frodo bit his lip. "I'm sorry Legolas, but it's rather personal."

"Oh c'mon. I'm a grown Elf and a bit old to be blabbing off peoples secrets."

Frodo thought and then signaled for Legolas to come over where they couldn't be heard.

"I've been thinking. I'm ready to settle down, you know. Get married and I have this girl in my head and it's one of those things that you know are real. I've been looking for her in the villages. I've told Sam about her, and he's been helping me."

Legolas continued to look out. "Maybe later when we don't have to watch our backs you can tell me what you see, and I'll keep an eye out for her also. Do not worry Frodo, your secret is safe with Sam and myself. A-ha! I see them."

Frodo looked out and could just barely see a white dot in the distance, which he guessed was a horse.

"They'll be here in an hour or less!" He announced.

"Mr.Frodo? Would you like your cloak? It's a bit nippy." Sam asked, wrapping his own around his shoulders and then pinning it. Good old loyal Sam.

Frodo nodded. "Yes, thank you Sam." He said rubbing his arms.

Frodo continued to watch the dot become a horse with a hooded figure atop.

This person was shorter than your usual Elf, and had longer hair, which was brown. He watched as it flew around from beneath the hood and soon the figure was close enough for them all to go greet them. Legolas smiled brightly as he helped them down and suddenly the persons hood fell off.

This person, was a woman. She was of hobbit stature, and she had long flowing brown hair and brown eyes. Her lips were the color of the sky when the sun was almost down, her skin looked smooth and light, her cheeks were rosy and her smile was brighter than that of the moon. In fact, she looked exactly like Frodo's fantasy girl!!!

Both Frodo and Sam let out an astonished gasp and exchanged astonished looks.

Legolas hugged her and turned to the group and said. "Everyone, I would like you to meet Levanna. Levanna, this is Frodo Baggins of the Shire and his servant, Sam. This is Aragorn of mortal kind, and the dwarf Gimili. The only one not here is Gandalf, whom we lost not long ago this here is Pippin and Merry, also of the Shire."

"Legolas, can I have a word with you?" Frodo said, smiling politely at Levanna.

The two walked away from the group. "What is it?"

"Her. She's the girl from my dreams! I thought she was supposed to be an elf!!! A male at that!!!"

"Ah my friend I never ever said she would be a he. And she is Elf, partly. Her father was an Elf and her mother a hobbit. Her father is a dear friend of mine. She's about your age too."

"She is of age?"

"Not quite. In another week she will be. Thats all right though, there is not too much difference between the two of you, am I wrong?"

Frodo began to smile. "No, you are not. So you think that theres hope?"

Legolas did not smile however. "Shes not a willingly opening nut. She keeps her shell hard so you'll have fun trying to crack it open. Shes been hurt Frodo, most of my people are ashamed of her because of her mixed species. But she is a lovely girl once you crack open the shell. You're a good man and I trust you. But I'm very protective of her and if you were to hurt her I'd have your head."

Frodo bit his lip but kept his smile. "I understand. Do you think you could nudge her every now and then though?"

"With your looks why would I have to? But all right." Legolas finally smiled.

The two returned smiling. Frodo went over to Sam. "Sam, I want you to respect her as you would me. But don't over-do it. I just may have a chance here."

"Yes Mister Frodo."

--End chapter one–