I already have all of this story written, so there will be no problems with updates. There are 19 chapters in all, just so you know. This is non-slash…Frodo and Sam are not going to fall in love, but it does involve both of them. I hope you enjoy! This is dedicated to my best friend, Amy, who loves Lord of the Rings, especially Frodo! Disclaimer: These characters are not mine, so please don't sue!

Ch 1

The day was October Twentieth and I was quietly walking under the fading trees of Rivendell. The elves were leaving Middle-Earth forever and I watched silently as a few passed before me, their fair shimmering hair floated gracefully around them and their silver and deep purple garments fell to the ground in utmost majesty. One turned to me and raised a hand in a simple farewell. I returned the gesture as tears formed in my eyes. All too soon, Rivendell would be a barren wasteland and the beauty would fade away forever, just like the elves.

I always felt like I didn't belong in Rivendell; I wasn't a true elf, but I carried their grace and beauty within me and regarded them as the fairest race upon Middle-Earth. Somewhere in my family history, one of my Elven kin had married a mortal. It was rumored that her race was closely related to hobbits, even though during that time, hobbits were not even present in Middle-Earth. They married nonetheless and started my line of kinsmen. When hobbits were created in Middle-Earth, my relatives began marrying into that race and we have been mostly hobbits ever since. No elvish trace had been found in our history and they assumed it was just a legend, until I was born.

I was born in the Shire to hobbit parents, but when I began to grow up and display elvish beauty and a desire for elvish food and music, my parents began to think more of the so-called legend. Not wanting to be ridiculed by giving birth to more of an elf than a hobbit, my parents brought me to Rivendell when I was very young and asked Lord Elrond to look after me. He agreed when they explained that if he didn't take me in as an elf, they had no choice but to be rid of me because of the scorn that was already spreading throughout the little village where we lived. Lord Elrond was kind enough to take me under his wing at that point and raised me as a daughter.

As I grew, I became more of an elf than a hobbit and Elrond noticed this. My beauty was extenuated by the clothing I had specially made for my stature, and I began to enjoy my life as an elf. I was very graceful and an elf once proclaimed that I must have been born to the wrong race.

"You're more of an elf than many here in Rivendell," he once exclaimed in his fair voice. "You should ask Lord Elrond if he would allow you to travel to the Undying Lands. That is where your beauty belongs."

Unfortunately because I was not even half-elven, I could not travel to that beautiful place and was to remain in Rivendell as long as I desired.

As the remainder of the elves passed, I was suddenly overwhelmed with sadness because I could not go with them. I wanted nothing more than to spend my days in the beauty of the Undying Lands, and it was told that those fair eastern shores where even more beautiful than Rivendell. I wished with all my heart and prayed to Illuvatar that I may see those beautiful shores if only for a moment, but I knew it could never be.

Suddenly, I heard the clip of horse's hooves on the path ahead of me. I stood quietly in the shelter of the trees as I witnessed Arwen coming down the path on her horse. She seemed to be hurried and whatever she was concerned with, it had to be something of great importance. I then noticed that she was clutching a small bundle in front of her. Unsure of what it was and knowing that she was hurried, I stayed back and waited. Her horse came upon me quickly and sped by me. I caught a glimpse of the bundle, but couldn't see what exactly she was holding so close to her.

Evening was falling by the time I arrived back to the House of Elrond. I entered the court yard and noticed Gandalf sitting and talking to Bilbo, an older hobbit who had come from the Shire a few years ago. I saw the look on the old hobbit's face and it immediately frightened me. He looked sad and terribly anxious. The wizard spoke too low for me to understand, but when he saw me, he immediately stopped talking and bid me to sit with him.

"How are you this fair evening?" he asked, his demeanor changing instantly.

"Very well, Gandalf."

"There is a task I wish for you to do. Are you willing?"

"Of course."

"There is a hobbit who has arrived today and happens to be one of Bilbo's relatives. He is very ill and I would like for you to look after him. You must ask no questions of why he is here, is that understood? Berythna, this is very serious and very grave. You must trust me." His demeanor changed and his voice grew softer as he spoke.

"Yes, I trust you, Gandalf. I know there is a war starting in the East and that questions are no good for a time such as this."

"Good. Thank you, Berythna. You are mostly a hobbit, even though I understand that you do not believe that, but I believe he would feel more comfortable around you other than an actual elf."

"It would be my pleasure, Gandalf. If you will excuse me, I should be off. Where is the hobbit?"

"He is sleeping now so you must not disturb him. He is in the third door of the sleeping chambers."

"When shall I go to him?"

"I will tell you in advance."

"How did he become ill?"

"He was stabbed in the shoulder. I will say no more."

"What were the circumstances?"

"Berythna, I will say no more. I just stated that you should not ask questions. It is for the good of all that questions are not asked."

"Forgive me, I will take my leave. Gandalf, Bilbo."

They nodded in turn and I quickly left them, my head racing with questions, but I knew better than to ask. I rushed to Arwen's quarters to find that she was with her father talking in low voices. I did not want to disturb them, so I took one of her dresses from her wardrobe that needed mending and returned to my own quarters. When I had become old enough to understand the circumstances of my birth and the way Lord Elrond had graciously taken me into his household, I offered to become Arwen's servant, and though she was uncomfortable with having her adoptive sister as her servant, she eventually agreed after I begged her to allow me to serve her. Sitting quietly in the fading light of the evening, I mended the dress she had worn when I saw her on her horse that afternoon. It was torn in quite a few places and would take long to mend, so I set it aside and lay on the settee by the opened window. Darkness was coming fast and as I looked out into the window overlooking the court yard, I saw Bilbo and the old wizard rise from their sitting area and walk inside. Soon after, I fell into a dreamless sleep.

I was awaken by a knock on my bedroom door. After hastily dressing, I bid the knocker enter. Lord Elrond stepped through the door and I graciously bowed.

"Did I wake you, Berythna?"

"No, my lord," I lied. "Please do come in and sit down."

He sat gracefully at the table as I cautiously sat opposite of him. He had never come into my room in the middle of the night and I wondered what could possibly be so urgent for him to do so. I wondered if it had anything to do with the wounded hobbit who had been brought earlier.

"You wish to see the Undying Lands."

"Yes, my lord, even though I know I cannot."

"A member of this house has no desire to see that fair place and is tiring of the life in Middle-Earth. He is going to willingly lay down his life very soon and die a mortal death. It is rumored that he was once in love with a mortal and has a desire to die as she once did long ago. Even though they will still be parted in death, he chooses to believe they will be reunited one day as Luthien and Beren were. You do know the story of Luthien and Beren, do you not?"

"Yes, my lord. I believe Lady Arwen has told it to me many times before."

"He is willingly giving you his place on the ship to leave Middle-Earth so that you may see the Undying Lands."

My face brightened at this.

"When does the ship leave, my lord?"

"At the close of January. You have only a few more months in Rivendell and then you may travel to the Grey Havens to board the ship to leave for the Undying Lands."

"Thank you, my lord."

"Your beauty will live forever, Berythna. You are more elvish than you are a hobbit and because of that, if you chose for some reason not to board the ship to the Undying Lands, when you tire of this world, you may willingly lay down your life and die a peaceful but mortal death."

"I will leave on the ships, my lord."

He rose gracefully from the table, bowed and said a farewell. After he had left, I hurriedly rushed to the window to see the first glimmer of sun coming from behind out of the east. Everything looked more hopeful today than it had previously and even if Middle-Earth was at war, I would not linger here to experience the horrors and pain of fighting a war. I immediately thought of Lady Arwen and the pain of having her lover fighting in the battle of Middle-Earth. She would no longer have me as her comforter and friend after I left. I didn't want to break the news to her just yet but wait until a few days just before leaving. I could not bare to see her upset.

After contemplating what adventures my new life in the Undying Lands would hold, I decided to go for a walk under the morning sun.