It was fitting that after a time of darkness and fear, Middle-earth was a vision of celebrations. In Hobbiton, the place where the parties are known to be joyous and lively, a birthday party was taking place.

It was September 22nd and Frodo Baggins was turning 66, although in hobbit years that was still considered quite young. Dozens of hobbits from different families were invited, though this time there were also a wizard, two men, a dwarf and an elf, all of whom were invited to complete the fellowship that has gone through such hardship, though none of the hobbit guests were aware of this. Fireworks lit up the sky, as the guests drank, ate and danced happily.

'This is quite a sight to behold,' said Aragorn to Boromir, both were watching the hobbits dancing joyfully. 'It is not something we can watch everyday.'

'It is, but I think Gimli has found something even better, so excuse me while I join him.' Boromir replied, walking to the table where Gimli was enjoying his food.

Aragorn smiled, looking back at the dancing hobbits before shifting his view towards a group of hobbit children surrounding a wizard who was lighting up colourful fireworks to the sky. In the midst of lighting a horse-shaped firework, Gandalf saw Aragorn looking at him and lifted his hand in acknowledgement.

'Don't our lives seem dull compared to theirs?' Aragorn's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a voice. He turned, and saw Legolas standing by his side.

'If only our lives are devoid of such problems as theirs then maybe I can find redemption and peace within myself,' said the elf, his expression serene but with a hint of distress.

'There are no lives that are devoid of problems, Legolas. I'm glad you are well again." Aragorn said, clasping the elf's shoulder. "But like Gandalf says, what is in the past remains in the past. You cannot change it, but you can change the events that have yet to happen. And when you can find confidence in yourself, you will find peace.'

Legolas looked at his friend and smiled. 'You are right, Aragorn. It will be hard, as I have to regain the elves' trust and loyalty once again, but I hope one day the time will come when Middle-earth returns to where it was before evil took over.'

'Hullo, Legolas! What a dance we have here!' Rushing towards them were two hobbits, one clad in yellow while the other in green, each with a glass of ale in their hands.

'What gift do you bring for Frodo? Everyone knows that a gift from an elf is a gift of precious value'. The hobbit, mischievously grinning, then whispered the last sentence to Legolas, 'I didn't bring mine, but whatever it is, when I finally give it to Frodo it will be better than Merry's present.' Swiftly his head was knocked from behind.

'Don't you think I couldn't hear that, Pippin! At least I bought a gift, unlike you who waits until -' Merry's sentence went unfinished when he realized his ale was trickling down Pippin's new clothes. Pippin slowly turned, his waistcoat now ruined. "Why you little –" But Merry had run as fast as his little legs could carry him.

There was music and dancing through the night. A large birthday party it was, and each and every one enjoyed it. Food and drinks of various types were enough for everyone – a big pavilion was set up for the entire hundred and ninety-nine guests.

Midnight came and everyone gathered under the pavilion. At the centre of it, a big birthday cake of chocolate flavour was placed on a rounded table, sixty-six lit candles adorning its top. Gandalf stepped up, and said in a loud voice, 'Come to the front, Frodo. Make a wish–'

'-and blow the candles!' There was a loud cry as everyone spoke the words before Gandalf could.

Frodo took a chair and stood on it. 'There are many things I wanted to wish for, such as wealth, which can bring me pleasure in life or health – which can bring me happiness.'

He glanced at Legolas and Aragorn who were standing at a corner and they raised their glasses. He gave a smile to them and continued, 'However there is only one which can bring me both. My wish goes to all the creatures of Middle-earth. I hope for a peaceful life after so much peril we have encountered before. Our fight against evil has now come to its end. All I hope is that my wish will be eternally true.'

He then received a great applause. He stepped down and walked towards the birthday cake. 'What a big cake they made for me on my 66th birthday! I say, all the members of the fellowship – help me blow the candles!'

Sam, Merry and Pippin first circled the cake. Then, came Gandalf, Aragorn, Boromir, Legolas and Gimli.

'For a true friendship among the fellowship!' said Frodo, and the sentence was echoed by the other eight. Together, they blew the candles and wished for better days to come.

And so the party continued and the tale ends, where order was finally restored in the land of Middle-earth. Evil comes and goes, but the fellowship remained as strong as ever, and will be until all of them have breathed their last breath.

End of The Reawakening of Doom.

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-Aina-