Gone
What was happening? He could hear loud noise outside, but he could not understand them. He threw on some clothes quickly, and raced outside – right into his uncle. Saradoc looked with dismay at his nephew. So young, so young. Frodo wondered silently what was wrong as his uncle steered him back inside.
"Frodo?"
"Yes?" Frodo's eyes were wide with confusion.
"I – your parents have died."
"Died? How?" Tears ran down the lad's face.
"Their boat capsized."
Frodo hung his head and sunk into the soft couch behind him. His uncle could not be serious. He could not. What did he mean "dead"?
"Your –" Saradoc sighed. "Your aunt and I will take you in. Frodo, do feel free to talk anytime."
But Frodo did not reply, only rocking. Rocking and crying were all he could do. He was in shock. The most important people in his life were no more.