Chapter 18
The End of all Things
"Mama?" A voice cried. Hazel wasn't sure what to make of it. First, she had been on Mount Doom…now she was in Bag End, reading a book.
"Mama!" The voice cried louder. Hazel looked up from her book and saw a young girl standing in front of the chair. She looked a lot like Frodo, but Hazel could see her own eyes, nose, and smile on her face.
"Yes Primula?" Hazel said, taking her fingers and running them through her daughter's hair. Clearly, she had Frodo's hair.
"I love you Mama." She said.
"I love you too." Hazel smiled. She set her daughter on her lap and read to her. Hazel wondered if she was going to teach her to read.
Suddenly, the scene changed; Hazel was now sitting in a rocking chair with a baby in her arms. Primula was sitting in the chair Hazel had been moments ago, petting a bunny. The baby was sleeping peacefully; he also had Frodo's hair. He awoke and looked up at Hazel with brilliant blue eyes and smiled.
"Hi, Sam." She whispered.
The scene changed again. Two young boys where running through Bag End. One of them was Sam, and he looked very much like Frodo. The other was the spitting image of Hazel.
"Samwise! Drogo! Don't run inside!" Hazel said strictly. Primula was sitting next to two hobbits, looking at a large map of Middle-Earth. One looked incredibly like Pippin; the other looked like Rosie Cotton.
"Guess what, Goldilocks?" Primula said to her friend. "You and Faramir are going to get married!"
Primula's friends looked at each other. "Eww!" They both protested. Primula ran out of Bag End with her two friends right behind her.
The scene had changed again. It was late at night and she was alone with Frodo, sitting close to him and they both held a baby girl in their arms. One had blue eyes, the other had green. Frodo looked at the baby girl he was holding, clearly in love with his daughter. Hazel pointed to the baby he was holding.
"Abigail," She said, and then she pointed to the baby she held. "And Arwen."
"Beautiful," Frodo said.
Hazel was humming them to sleep; Frodo laid his head on her shoulder and closed his eyes. A look of peace washed over his face and all care had left him. She kissed his forehead and closed her eyes as well. She had never felt so peaceful and happy before.
Hazel slowly opened her eyes. She looked around and noticed she was still on Mount Doom, the ashes closing in around her. She felt terrible about waking up. Her children had only one chance of existing, and that was only in her dreams. Now…she would never know.
She liked the names her children were to have. She never thought of picking the name Samwise, or Arwen.
Well…now she knew.
She felt a sudden gust of wind. At first, she thought it was the mountain. But she looked up to see the fires had toned down. She looked and saw Sam being wrapped inside a strange talon and carried away. She looked at Frodo as he too, was wrapped in a giant claw and lifted off the ground. She looked up and saw another talon encircle her and lifted her away from the mountain. Hazel was not sure what was going on. She wondered if she was getting a ride to Heaven. It wasn't what she expected, of course, no one could tell her what death was like. She leaned back and looked at the sky. It was still red and somewhat depressing. Slowly, Hazel closed her eyes.
I'm going to have a sore neck. She thought. Well, I guess that doesn't matter…I'm sore everywhere.
She closed her eyes.
I'm coming Papa. She thought. I'm coming home to you.
Short chapter, but I remember when I wrote this a few years ago and really enjoyed it. Hope you enjoyed reading. Leave a review.