Morantwen breathed a sigh of relief, "Morantwen Ariamor." She crouched down through the door and then stood up as far as she could once she got in. Frodo walked past her and into the kitchen. "Sit down. Would you like some tea?" he asked politely.

"Yes, please. Thank you," replied Morantwen.

"So, what did you come here for?"

"I came here because something happened to me the other night. And it involved Bag End."

"Hmm. What exactly happened?"

"Well, I woke up in a panic and just when I started to relax, I fell into a trance. Which is very surprising because I can't do things like that consciously. It started with the Shire and overlooked the party tree. It winded down many roads and came up to the front door of Bag End. But at that moment, it changed. To Mordor. To the eye of Sauron and Orodruin...Frodo?"

Frodo was staring into another room, eyes wide. His face turned extremely pale and he was uncontrollably shaking. "Frodo, what's wrong?" Morantwen asked, voice full of concern. She stood up. Frodo didn't move an inch. Morantwen peered her head into the direction that Frodo's head was posed. He was looking at a chest.

"No. No, no, no..."he whispered. He turned around and stared up into Morantwen's face, "What do you think this means? Why did you see that?"

Morantwen, surprised by his reaction, stuttered slightly, "I...uh...don't know," a long awaited thought came out, "What exactly do you think this means, Frodo?"

Frodo turned around and looked down at the floor, "I...I...I have it. I have the One Ring."

"What!" Morantwen hissed in surprise, "How long? Where did it come from? Does Gandalf know?" she started to calm down, "I can not believe this. It was gone, it...it disappeared. No. This is not good. I...this can't happen. Does Gandalf know?"

Frodo spun around slowly and cocked his head slightly to the side. "Uh...yes. Why?"

"Do you have," Morantwen paused in screaming, "oh, nothing, never mind. Do you know where Gandalf is now?"

"None the slightest. He just told me to put the Ring out of sight and that he...had to go. There were questions that he needed to see to. Questions that needed answering. I...uh...had to keep it...uh secret..."

"Well you succeeded in that."

"...And safe. Be quiet, Morantwen."

"Hmm. I think I might know where Gandalf is. But I am not entirely sure," whispered Morantwen, mumbling to herself. Meanwhile, Frodo walked into foyer and kneeled down in front of the chest and unlocked it. Morantwen looked up. The hinges squeaked horribly as he lifted up the lid. Inside, parchment paper rolls and documents stuck out at obscure angles. He dug and buried deep into it a pulled out one, small, dully-colored, sealed envelope.

All of a sudden, Morantwen heard a voice inside her head. A low, hissing voice. "Ariamor. Tula. Sana ta." Morantwen's eyes glowed malevolently. She groaned and shook her head. "Is that it?" she whispered, just loud enough for Frodo to hear.

"Yes. Gandalf gave it to me after...my uncle, Bilbo Baggins, left to him as he left for Rivendell."

"But, did Gandalf tell you about the Ring's origin?"

"No, not really. But I always suspected something was wrong. Bilbo was the kind of hobbit that everyone thought was cracked. He was always acting strange and got treasures from supposedly nowhere. I somewhat knew that he had that ring, but, he always kept it hidden. I used to try and eavesdrop on Gandalf and Bilbo's brief conversations and I would pick up bits and pieces. I tried to fit them all together but it didn't make sense. Then that is when I had one vague and seemingly impossible idea that maybe Bilbo got the Ring. The One Ring. But I still didn't have any proof."

"But why did you want to figure out why Bilbo had the Ring? Why did you need proof?"

"For...myself. I suspected something. I knew that he was up to something. I just had to figure out what it was. Then I was almost sure he had to have had it when he disappeared and that it must be the reason for Gandalf's leave and...and your trance. I don't know."

"Hmm," pondered Morantwen, "I think I should probably try to find Gandalf, Frodo. I think I might know where he most likely is. That is, if you will pardon my leave."

"Oh. Of course."

"If Gandalf comes back, don't tell him I was here. I am not sure how he will react to the fact that you told me about the Ring. Were you going to show me it? Because you are just holding it."

"Oh" Frodo looked at the envelope for a moment then placed it back into the chest, along with all the documents and papers. Morantwen stood up as high as she could and walked out. She then stood tall and stretched. Frodo walked out. Morantwen kneeled down.

"I will come back, whether I find Gandalf or not. If he is not here to protect you, then I will."

"Somehow I trust you completely. I don't know why but I feel that I can confide in you." Morantwen beamed and brushed a lock of hair away from his eyes.

"Namaarie, Frodo," Morantwen whispered. Frodo smiled.

"Namaarie, Morantwen," he replied. Morantwen stood up, "Tenna' ento lye omenta." She walked to the tree where Astalder lay sleeping. Once she came within two feet of her mount, he jumped up to his hooves. She untied her elven rope from around the tree and leaped onto her horse. She glanced over at Frodo, who was still standing there, looking at her.

Morantwen smiled, "If Gandalf or I do not come back soon, do not worry. I will make sure one of us come back, sooner or later. Meanwhile, pretend I was never here."

Frodo nodded and smiled slightly, "Be careful."

Astalder bolted at Morantwen's commands. Through the paths and dirt roads they went and past the trees and houses. Astalder went nonstop, turning swiftly and avoiding all obstacles. After some time, they reached the borderline. Morantwen saw them go by in a blur.