Chapter 2

Morning fell and the 3 hobbits were ready to leave. They put on their old cloaks and brooches. Sam looked around for a few more things. He searched through his desk and moved old papers aside. He caught a glimpse of something red. He dug deeper into the pile and pulled it out. It was the red book. The one Frodo gave him before he traveled to the West. Sam hadn't opened it since that day. It had been 1 year. Sam looked at it and got a little teary eyed. He thought about his old friend.

"Sam! Where are you?!" he heard from his window.

"I'm coming!" he answered back. He grabbed the few other supplies, a feather pen with ink and the red book and headed outside to join Merry and Pippin.

"What's that you got there, Sam?" Pippin asked.

"What? Oh, it's a journal. Frodo gave it to me." Sam said.

"Really? Well we best say our goodbyes." Merry said.

Sam and Pippin nodded. Pippin knelt to his son Faramir and hugged him. He gave him a kiss on the forehead. Then stood up and looked into Diamond's eyes and embraced her giving her a kiss on the cheek. Sam picked up Elanor and hugged her. He placed her down and went over to Rosie holding Frodo. He kissed Frodo's forehead and looked up at Rosie. They both had tears in their eyes. He embraced her and kissed her cheek. Then both Pippin and Sam went to their to ponies. Merry went over to Faramir and Elanor and knelt by them.

"Hey you two. You be good for your mommies, ok?" Merry nodded.

"Ok" they both nodded to him and then hugged him goodbye. He stood up and said by to Rosie and Diamond and then went to his pony. The three of them were off toward Minas Tirith to visit the great king Aragorn. Rosie and Diamond went back into their homes.

While riding his pony, Pippin started to sing...

However far the path may go,

The light of sun is sure to show.

The stars of moonlight lead our way,

As we wander home from day to day.

Merry then joined in...

The day has come when we're to play,

The one chance for us all to say,

We are apart of this world,

Even though home has us furled.

We want to know,

What keeps us from this world?

How can we come out of our dream?

It's so hard or so it seems.

And we're locked tight from everything,

They all think we know nothing,

About the wars that effect us all,

The wars that most of us never saw...

So now we lay our heads,

Our bodies upon a feather bed.

The lights go out one by one,

We wait to find the sun...

All was silent. They all just drifted out of Hobbiton for thefirst day of their journey. By nightfall they reached the Prancing Pony. Pippin and Merry were already working on their second pint and Sam on his half. Mr. Butterbur walked over noticing their faces being quite familiar to him. He walked toward them and smiled to them.

"Young Master Hobbits... why? Where is young 'Mr. Underhill'? Is he here somewhere in here?" Butterbur quickly eyed the bar for Frodo.

"He's not here..." Sam spoke up.

"Well, why not? It seemed you four would always be together."

"He's gone to..." Pippin said then felt tears weld in his eyes. He looked back down at his beer mug.

Merry looked up to Mr. Butterbur... he cleared his throat and said, "He's gone to the Grey Havens." Merry's tone of voice sounded like he was about to cry. He looked back down at his mug and took another sip slowly... Sam looked at him softly.

"Oh... I'm so sorry. Please forgive me." Said Mr. Butterbur.

"It's ok." Sam said.

"Can I get you lads anything? Another drink from the bar?"

"No thanks... We're fine." Sam said. Mr. Butterbur walked back over to his bar. Leaving the three teary eyed hobbits alone at their table. They all looked either in the eye. They took their mugs and cheered. Though they didn't think that it felt the same without Frodo. It started to get late. The hobbits watched people come and go then they too went to their beds in their hobbit suite.

"G'night everyone." Pippin said. He fell back into his bed a drifted to sleep.

"G'night Pippin. G'night Sam." Merry said. When he looked over at Sam, it appeared Sam was asleep with his back to Merry. Merry fell back into his bed. Sam laid in his bed for a while with tears running down his face. He was both homesick and still missed his best friend, Frodo. He closed his eyes slowly and wandered into a dream.

The night had passed and the sun was slowly awakening. The hobbits packed up and were off again. Their next stop was for Rivendell.