These were Nivina's birthday gifts this past April but I'm sure she won't mind my sharing.
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Fate had brought him to this destiny, to this task. He could not abandon this cruel fate that had been dealt upon him.
His fate had been sealed ever since Gandalf had told him that this was indeed the Enemy's Ring. Proof of his attachment had already been displayed by his reluctance to break it that night in Bag End.
No, there was no other way. There can be no other person that had struggled as much as he has had already, no one who had worn the Ring as much as he had done. There had been no one who had resisted a poisonous Morgul blade for as long as he had and survived.
There were no two ways about it. He could not deny that this was meant to be.
Thoughts of remaining peacefully in Rivendell with Bilbo were quickly dashed from his mind. Fate had not intended for him to remain unharmed, hidden in the fair valley of Rivendell.
But there was no pressure. No one had spoken a word. But he knew for certain that they were waiting for him.
He could not stand the silence any longer.
With a small, yet clear voice, Frodo said,
"I will take the Ring, though I do not know the way."
From Fellowship of the Ring Book 2 Chapter 2 Council of Elrond
A/N -The 200 words does not include Frodo's words at the end.
And for a moment, as he turned away from his friends, the salty sea air made him remember those dreams he had about the sea. The sea... finally he would travel upon a ship to the Undying lands by passageway of the tranquil, cerulean sea.
For only a fleeting moment, his heart felt heavy with this sorrowful parting. But his eyes remained dry because he had no more tears to cry. A sense of peace pervaded his senses; a sense of belonging on the ship with the other Ring-bearers made him light-hearted and made him truly cherish the importance of this moment.
As he moved further on to the plank, he looked back at his friends whose eyes were filled with tears. He gave his dear friends a reassuring smile, a smile that could hopefully comfort them, assure them that this was the right choice for him. He was sure that they would find peace and happiness too.
The ship gently undocked from the harbor of Middle-Earth.
Frodo was finally off to healing, to hope, to a new beginning in order to find what he could not in Middle-Earth.
It was time. The ships had come to carry him home.