Chapter 6
"Back Again"
May 9th
The sun had barely peaked its golden face out over The Hill when Frodo saw it for the first time in six years. A cool breeze blew his blue velvet cloak behind him like a sail and the whipped at his brown locks.
"Home," he thought, and yet it wasn't. Life had changed for him when he had returned from his first adventure, and now returning from his second it had changed yet again. Returning from The Quest of the Ring he was dying. Now here he stood facing his beloved Bag-End and one would say Frodo Baggins was dead. No more would his voice be caught in song, or his thoughts in ink. No more would his eyes look into the faces of those he held dear. Frodo no longer existed. The Quest had claimed his life.
He took the first steps across the Buckshot Row and let out a slow breath.
"What was this going to be like?" he hadn't seen Sam and Rosie for so long... and there was still another face in his mind- that of an elf. He didn't think to much but walked briskly to the front door and was pleased to find his key still fit the lock.
"Sam doesn't like change," he thought to himself. He walked slowly inside and down the hall. He didn't intend on waking anyone at this hour. He was tired, his legs were sore and his head ached with exhaustion. He had walked the entire night. All he wanted was a bed. He crept down the hall and to the master bedroom. He opened the door and stood aghast. Flowing curtains lined his round windows, the fabric plainly elvish. They were held in place by vigorous Moon vines and shiny black metal work. He walked in slowly his mouth agape. Sting was hung on the wall by his writing desk, it sparkled in the morning sun. He his eyes fell on the blade with a mix of many feelings- he quickly flushed them out of his mind before he identified any of them. Just then the sun raised up just enough to shine fully through his window and reveal there on the wall an image of the Gate of Moria- just like he remembered it. It took him by so much surprise that he almost fell back. He stumbled and managed to land in a chair. He looked around the room the feeling of peace too much for him. Tears came to his eyes as his friend's hearts were revealed.
"Back Again"
May 9th
The sun had barely peaked its golden face out over The Hill when Frodo saw it for the first time in six years. A cool breeze blew his blue velvet cloak behind him like a sail and the whipped at his brown locks.
"Home," he thought, and yet it wasn't. Life had changed for him when he had returned from his first adventure, and now returning from his second it had changed yet again. Returning from The Quest of the Ring he was dying. Now here he stood facing his beloved Bag-End and one would say Frodo Baggins was dead. No more would his voice be caught in song, or his thoughts in ink. No more would his eyes look into the faces of those he held dear. Frodo no longer existed. The Quest had claimed his life.
He took the first steps across the Buckshot Row and let out a slow breath.
"What was this going to be like?" he hadn't seen Sam and Rosie for so long... and there was still another face in his mind- that of an elf. He didn't think to much but walked briskly to the front door and was pleased to find his key still fit the lock.
"Sam doesn't like change," he thought to himself. He walked slowly inside and down the hall. He didn't intend on waking anyone at this hour. He was tired, his legs were sore and his head ached with exhaustion. He had walked the entire night. All he wanted was a bed. He crept down the hall and to the master bedroom. He opened the door and stood aghast. Flowing curtains lined his round windows, the fabric plainly elvish. They were held in place by vigorous Moon vines and shiny black metal work. He walked in slowly his mouth agape. Sting was hung on the wall by his writing desk, it sparkled in the morning sun. He his eyes fell on the blade with a mix of many feelings- he quickly flushed them out of his mind before he identified any of them. Just then the sun raised up just enough to shine fully through his window and reveal there on the wall an image of the Gate of Moria- just like he remembered it. It took him by so much surprise that he almost fell back. He stumbled and managed to land in a chair. He looked around the room the feeling of peace too much for him. Tears came to his eyes as his friend's hearts were revealed.