I don't own Lord of the Rings or any of its characters
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I've seen this road before. This is the road to the harbor to Valinor, the undying lands. Mr. Frodo and I saw elves on this road, 4 years ago at the beginning of our journey. I thought it was sad, to see them leave middle earth, never to come back. I understand it now; they were leaving death, the one path we all must take. They were leaving so they would not have to suffer through the ages. But why were we on this road?
On this road with me are Merry, Pippin, Frodo, Gandalf, and Bilbo. We are all on the same road. I start to smell the wonderful sea smell, which reminds me of the Anduin River, where we left our company, and the last time we ever saw Boromir son of Denethor. Frodo and I left to go to Mordor alone. But it is a different smell here. We now don't have the impending doom of Mordor on us. We are free from that burden. This water smells like freedom. But why are we here?
I see the harbor, and one ship. I fear this trip, not knowing why. I see Elrond of the house of Rivendell, and Galadriel, lady of light. These people we know from our journey. Elrond was the elf who held the council, the council which first sent all of us to Mordor. I remember how I snuck in and vowed to go with Frodo to Mordor, no matter what. I also remember Pippins words, which brought a smile to my lips. Galadriel is the lady elf, who was the ruler of Lothlorien, along with Celeborn. I remember how sad we were in that forest, listening to the lament of the elves for Gandalf, who fell in Moria.
Galadriel gave us gifts as we left the forest, I got rope, and a box of soil from her forest. I used the rope to tie up Gollum, when we first came to him. I hated him, and knew he meant no good. He tried to kill us, to get the ring, by leading us into darkness. The place was terrible, filled with corpses and web. I lost Frodo in their. I thought Mr. Frodo was dead. I rushed after her foolishly, barely defeating her. I defeated her with Sting, which I learned had inscripted on its side Sting is my name, I am the spiders bane. I then saw Frodo's lifeless body, and knew I must finish the quest. And that's when I touched it. The ring. It was painful to have, but I had to finish the journey. I hated and loved the ring, but wanted to destroy it. As I picked up the ring, a group of orcs came down, and picked him up, muttering that he was not dead. So then they brought him to their tower, but they didn't last long, for my fury overwhelmed them all. Weak, we left for the final leg of our journey. And there was where we ended all evil forever, but we did not leave the same, we were eternally left with wounds.
We are on the harbor now. And I realize something. The ship is going to Valinor, with people in it. I see Elrond and Galadriel boarding. Bilbo is now on his way in. And I hear the words I've dreaded most from Gandalf "Frodo, it's time." As I hear that, I explode with tears. Frodo's going into Valinor.
The ship is leaving, only Merry, Pippin and I are left. We nod silently and start walking. As I'm walking home, I realize how important Frodo was to me. He was my best friend, and he's now gone. I say goodbye to Merry and Pippin, and we go our different ways. I open up my fence, I see my daughter running up to me. As I'm looking around I mutter the same words Frodo said when we came back to the Shire. "Well, I'm back." As I think about this, I realize something. I was a ring-bearer, and will eventually go to Valinor, and see Frodo again. At that thought I smile, and all is well within me.
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Author notes- I hope you liked it. It's my first more serious story because I usually am a humor writer. Please review, edited and changed a bit. Thank you!
