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A small figure lay sleeping in a amongst a nest of blankets and pillows. He had curly black hair and pale skin. He could have been no more than four foot. A hobbit, by the name of Frodo Baggins. Another figure entered the room, taller and fairer. A mortal, female, with long blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. She was dressed in a long black gown, with a cloak and hat to match.

"Frodo." She whispered. "Frodo?"

Frodo turned over in his bed and looked at her, with his piercing blue eyes. He smiled and said, "Is it that day already? Very well, I shall meet you at the gate Eledriewyn." Eledriewyn left the room, leaving Frodo to shake off sleep, wash and dress. He wore black breeches, with a matching waistcoat over a white shirt. And, in his bare feet walk from his room and down to the pearly gates.

Since his leaving Middle Earth, Frodo had stayed in the house of Erenya, A high queen of Valinor, whose family had been carried on for generations. Erenya's remaining relatives and only chance to keep the family alive were somewhere out in the wide worlds........ Eledriewyn, who stayed in her birth home from loyalty, Eomer, ruling lands of Middle Earth and Eowyn, married to a captain of Gondor.......No siblings should be parted like this.

Frodo walked solemnly down to the gates and was met by Eledriewyn, who sat in wait in the back seat of a wooden cart, pulled by three chestnut palomino's.

"Good morn, Frodo. How goes you?" She asked, more disheartened and content as Frodo scrambled into the seat beside her and the cart pulled away from the white building and its high gates.

"Same as always, Eledriewyn. And you?"

A slow tear sprawled down Eledriewyn's face and over her high, rose cheek bones.

"I hate this Frodo." She whispered. "Every Sabbath......"

"Eledriewyn!" Frodo cried, taking her hand, "this should not be a chore, only to be done because you feel you must! It is in warm remembrance of those whom we cherished and loved! They would not wish for you to own this pain!"

Eledriewyn smiled through a mass of tears. "Oh, Frodo! You're a true friend, and can always help me when I need it!"

"There!" Said Frodo. "All you have to do is believe! Believe Eledriewyn!"

There was a silence for some time until the cart came to a stand still, and the pair descended the wooden steps. The view was magnificent; The ocean stretched out before them and the sand on the bay swirled around their ankles as it was caught up in a slight breeze. Eledriewyn gazed out at the sea, it's waves taking the shape of anything her imagination would let her.

"Eledriewyn?" Frodo called, and they set off together, up a slope to a high cliff edge. At the top, A large stone cross could be seen with an angel slain below it. As they climbed higher, more headstones became visible, smaller than the first but just as important. Eledriewyn crossed to the largest head stone, and placed fresh flowers next to the angels head, from the small basket she was carrying. She read out; "Queen Erenya, in our hearts always, even though your fate was not......"

Frodo had crossed over to a smaller headstone and began placing plucked sand dunes and pebbles next to it. Eledriewyn walked over to him and crouched down, placing an arm around Frodo.

"Lovely Frodo," She smiled, and red the engraved sign upon it; "Dearest Bilbo. I love you, and always will."

Frodo smiled, "Alas for Bilbo." Was all he said.

"Come on Frodo," replied Eledriewyn, holding out a hand for him to hold, "let's go home."

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Frodo sat at a small, marble table on his balcony, with a large quill in his hand, which was scribbling words into a leather bound book.

"Chapter twelve," He muttered as he wrote, "Shellob the great.......on the ninth day, Gollum, or Smeagol, led us to the black gates of Mordor...it was........" His voice trailed off and Eledriewyn stepped through the open window that led on to the balcony.

"How is your book getting on?" She asked, peering down at Frodo's detailed pictures and sentences.

"Very well actually!" Frodo replied, flicking through random pages.

"Wait stop there!" Eledriewyn said placing her hand down on a page with drawings of people upon it. "Who are these?"

"Ah!" sighed Frodo. "This," He continued, pointing a finger on the first character, "is Strider, or Aragorn, now king of Gondor, in Middle Earth, Isildur's, Elendil's heir."

Frodo continued to describe other characters out; Legolas Greenleaf, Son of Thraduil, Samwise Gamgee of the shire, Gandalf Stormcrow and many more.

"Well!" Eledriewyn said, "What a marvellous tale you have here! When was the ring destroyed then?"

"Ah yes, let me see, that would have been in March, year 3019, in the second age....yes." but suddenly Frodo's eyes grew wide at the mention of his old ring and what he had just said. He gazed blankly ahead. "My old ring!" He whispered, "Bilbo's ring..........."

"Frodo!" Eledriewyn took Frodo's hand in her's and said soothingly, "Frodo! It's all right, you're well! Frodo? Frodo, come back to the light." It wasn't very often she had to do this, but occasionally when darkness took him, it had to be done.

"No!" Frodo yelled. "Where is it? The thieves! The filthy little thieves! It's mine! Where is it?" Frodo had stood up, sweat dripping from his brow, "Where?"

"Frodo! It's all right, calm yourself, The ring cannot get you! It has gone, you're all right, sit down!"

Frodo struck out at Eledriewyn, who fell backwards. "No!" He yelled, but then his eyes closed, slowly, and he sighed, falling back into his seat, "I'm sorry." He began to cry, "I am sorry........ I can't do this, Eledriewyn........"

Eledriewyn stood up, nursing her bleeding hand. "Frodo, you can do this! It's okay, everything is fine!" She pulled Frodo up and hugged him, tightly. "There......." Eledriewyn said, sitting down, still embracing him, and began to sing a song;

"When sack is in the bow, when light is in the wild wood stream

and wind is on the brow, when stride is long, and breath is deep

and keen the mountain air......

Come back to me, come back to me and say my land is fair...

Tears from Frodo's eyes spilled onto Eledriewyn's shoulder, and he shouted into the darkening twilight; "Sauron! I Despise You! I Despise You!"

Eledriewyn grasped Frodo harder and mimicked the tears rolling down his face. But her's were of anger and hatred to those who wrecked this beings life and chances. "Hush Frodo! Hush now......." And she carried on her soothing song;

When winter comes, the winter wild that hill and wood shall slay,

When trees shall fall and starless night devour the sunless day,

When wind is in the deadly east and in the bitter rain,

Come back to me, come back to me, come back to me again......"

And there the pair sat, bundled in each others arms, until the sun had faded and the moon had risen to its full, until stars began to blossom in heavens everlasting fields and the only sound was of owls, perching in trees that were owned by the white wood, the fairest forest in Valinor, until sleep took them and they lay there, together, both with tear stained faces, both cold, both filled with sorrow......... Yet, as many people said, could everything look brighter in the morning?

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Well, I hope you all enjoyed, and don't forget REVIEW! Also, please keep an eye out for my new HP fic, Untouchables, should be out soon! V. kool!!!!!! Hopefully, the next chapter wont take to long to post, until then, have a nice life! PP -x-