I'm BACKKKKK!!! After my midterms, I had a bitch of a writer's block. Now, it's finally overcome and thus I present chapter six of this story. I really want to thank all the great people who reviewed, thanks ever so much! It's great to have my writing appreciated and so I would like to ask you all to continue reviewing. PLEASE!

Since my only copy of LOTR is in another city with a 'good friend' there may be some discrepancies between what is written here and the story. Sorry for that. Blame the guy who went to live and study in another city. I do too.

Chapter Six – The Grey Havens

Sam couldn't be happier. Here he had his beautiful wife and daughter, Rosie and Elanor, living in Bag End with him and Frodo. Well, he could be happier. If he could have Frodo the way he wanted Frodo, his world would be perfect. But Frodo would have none of it.

Sam remembered how desperate Frodo had been on that fateful day over a year and a half ago. Despite of the hurt in his eyes, which Sam had clearly seen, he had coldly told Sam that they would have no future. That Sam needed to move on. That Sam had to marry Rosie Cotton.

The memory hurt Sam, and he got up from the bed where he had been lying. He moved slowly so Rosie wouldn't wake up. He went into the kitchen and sat at the table.

There he silently sobbed. It wasn't just that memory that hurt. Remembering how Frodo had left two weeks after his marriage with Rosie hurt even more. Specifically, the fact that he had left a note. A note! He had told Sam the day of the wedding that he wanted to see Bilbo, but he had never mentioned when and had left when Sam was out.

It hurt a lot. Especially if you counted in how he had disappeared off of the face of the Earth for nine months. After a month, Sam had travelled to Rivendell to look for him but he was told Frodo and Bilbo had taken to Gondor with Gandalf. In Gondor he got directions to go to Lothlorien, and there he had been told Frodo now travelled with Legolas and Gimli to Eryn Lasgalen.

After two months on the road without a trace of Frodo except the directions he got, Sam had returned to the Shire. There Rosie had shown a message that had been delivered to him by an Elf. It had been from Frodo, telling him that his place was in the Shire and that he needn't worry, that Frodo was safe and would soon return.

It wasn't until six months later that he saw Frodo again, looking more pale and frail than he had ever looked. But Sam recognised his expression. It was almost the same on he had used when forcing Sam to marry Rosie. It clearly stated that he didn't want to talk about it.

Suddenly Sam heard movement coming from down the hall. He got up and looked towards Frodo's room, where the sounds emanated from. 'Where are you going, Mr. Frodo?' The figure stalking around in the dark held still but then walked to Sam. 'Oh, Sam. You weren't supposed to be awake.'

Sam saw the bag on Frodo's back and the piece of paper in his hand. 'You're leaving again, aren't you? Well not without me, not this time!' Sam shot passed Frodo and back into his room, grabbed his breeches, shirts and shoes on pure instinct and put them on. He ran out of the room, ignoring Rosie's murmur and was ready to run after Frodo when he bumped into the gentlehobbit, who had stayed put while Sam had put on his clothes.

He looked at Frodo and saw a strange look in his eyes, but Frodo turned away before he could study it. Frodo started walking and Sam walked right beside him. 'Where are we going?' 'We're going to see the Elves, Sam. They have decided to award Bilbo a special honour.'

Sam was having trouble taking it all in. Gandalf, Elrond and Galadriel were leaving. More so, they would be taking Bilbo with them. Sam looked at Frodo. The gentlehobbit was riding next to him, seated in front of the Lord Glorfindel on his beautiful white horse. Frodo had become more pale than usual during their march, but other than that the older hobbit showed no emotion or signs of anything amiss.

He knew Frodo was hurting. When they had first seen the Riders, Gandalf had approached Frodo and had asked if Frodo thought he was ready. Frodo had answered that Middle-Earth would be a constant reminder, that sailing into the West would be the only way. Poor Mr. Frodo. He doesn't want to lose Mr. Bilbo, but he is right. Middle-Earth would be a constant reminder of the Ring. It's better this way.

Sam woke up from his thoughts when he felt the horse stop. He looked around, and saw that they had arrived at the Grey Havens. The Rider behind slid off of the horse and helped him too. 'Thank you, Mr. Erestor, sir.' The Elf shook his head. 'No need to thank me, Master Samwise. It was my pleasure.' With those words, Erestor bowed to him and left.

Sam stood next to Frodo while the Elves boarded the beautiful white ship and carried Bilbo with them. Soon only Elrond, Galadriel, Gandalf, Frodo and Sam were left. Sam noticed Frodo had tears in his eyes, and tried to comfort the older hobbit. 'I know you'll miss Mr. Bilbo and Mr. Gandalf, sir, but they will be alright. They're going to the West, Mr. Frodo. Remember all the stories you read to me about the West?' 'It's not them I'll miss, Sam.' Before Sam could ponder Frodo's cryptic response, the sound of hooves could be heard.

It wasn't long before Merry and Pippin got to the Havens. They quickly dismounted and ran towards Frodo. 'What's this about you leaving Middle-Earth, Frodo?' Frodo was startled by Merry's words. He turned around and looked at Gandalf. 'They had a right to know, Frodo. I only wish you would have told them yourself.' Suddenly two hands grabbed Frodo's shoulders and he found himself forcefully facing Sam.

The younger hobbit had tears in his eyes. 'Is it true, Mr. Frodo? Are you...?' 'Yes, Sam. I am leaving Middle-Earth. There's nothing left for me to do. The hurts of the Quest are too deep, only in the West will there be a cure. And as long as I remain I will always be reminded of them, even when I do not feel them.' Sam was bout to talk when Frodo cut him off. 'No, Sam, don't even say it. You can't come with me now. You've always wanted a family, even before you wanted me. And now you have a family you need to take care of. You have to live a full life, Sam. You cannot always be torn in two. But don't worry, your time will come.' Frodo gave Sam a chaste kiss on the lips, gave Merry and Pippin a hug and went to were the Elves and the Wizard were waiting for him.

He followed them as they too boarded the ship, and Sam saw Frodo nod and smile while Gandalf handed him a strange white bundle he seemed to have been carrying all the time without Sam noticing. Sam saw Frodo cradle the bundle, and Frodo's blue eyes met his for one last time before the ship set out.