This is just a try at a short fic, or whatever it's called. Be kind, please review, and tell me what you think.
There was so much to do, and yet, there was very little. For Frodo, the days stretched on with walking and sometimes jogging, up the hills and past long prairies. And in such a long and short time, all at once, for Frodo had never traveled so far with so many before. At last, Gandalf called for a resting place. Frodo was relieved, and soon, stuck in thoughts of the Shire, as he sat on the damp grass, looking into the dark night sky. His Shire. The Fellowship had only just set out, not a month earlier, and he was always feeling the weight of . . . it, now. The One Ring, on the necklace that Aragorns mother had given to Aragorn, and that Aragorn had given to Frodo, to keep the ring on. Aragorn had said it would bring him luck.
That Ring that hung on Aragorns mothers necklace, from so long ago, and far away, now hung around his own neck. He urged his hands to stay folded in his lap and to ignore the press of the Ring.
They will try to take me, Frodo. Boromir wishes to gift me to his land and people. He would steal me away from you. You should run, hide, and keep me for yourself. Do you not wish that?
Frodo tried to ignore the voice that whispered to him, but there were precious few moments when the ring was ever, truly ignorable.
The Ring never was completely silent. The soft, evil hum of the Ring was always there, always beckoning to him. He turned just in time to see Pippin come up, offering Frodo some food.
"Hullo, Frodo!"
"Hullo Pippin. I see Sams made his Cooney Porridge again. We're fortunate to have such a good cook in the Fellowship," Frodo said, smiling and taking the stew from Pippin.
"Aye, and he's lucky to have you as a friend! Say, Frodo? Do you think the Gap of Rohan is very big?"
Frodo thought this an odd question to ask. Though he could not help but wonder, himself, now that Pippin had mentioned it. "I don't know, Pippin. I'd think to ask Gandalf or Strider that, instead of me." But Frodo couldn't help but feel humbled. How many times had Pippin asked about his Uncle Bilbo's maps? And his Uncle Bilbo's adventures? It seemed to be quite awhile, but it had been no earlier nor later that he had asked about it at sun up that very morning, before they had set out again.
Pippin smiled. "Yeah! Maybe he'll know! But I wanted to know if you did. You know old Bilbo's tales so well, and all of his songs and his maps, too, and now we're on our own adventure..."
Pippin went off to Merry, who had called him over for his own food. Frodo watched, thinking of the Shire and of the future. What did the future hold?
He hoped one day to find out.
He went back to his porridge and stars, thinking.
I hope you guys liked that. Tell me if it needs anything. T'was just a shorty, before bed.