"Frodo"..."Frodo"..."Frodo"...Gandalf shook Frodo's shoulder; he was still asleep over the dining table..."Frodo"!...
...Gandalf found that after a few hundred years he had become somewhat impatient of dealing with the children of this world. "They are just like teenagers; Impulsive, no forward plan, thinking they know everything...so eager and novice, ignorant and brave (or stupid)". In his mind Gandalf made the analogy of them being like wild suicidal hamsters on their annual journey, throwing themselves of a rock (not thinking what's beneath, in their blind eagerness to explore the unknown and to find a mate... "Frodo...Sleeping is not going to get anything done, so wake up Frodo!".
"FRODO",
...Gandalf's voice was booming and Frodo suddenly opened his eyes.. His first visual impression was the back of the gallon container still containing a little blackberry wine from last night. Fordo still had his head sideways on the table facing the door. The gallon container was 2 inches away from face...Frodo was trying to speak but his vocal cords were dry as the old riverbeds long past and gone. His tongue was swollen and his mouth tasted like someone had taken it to the local graveyard for a late night snack. "I need water" he was trying to say, but Frodo's attempt only became a thought to himself destined to never be heard. "I see you finally decided to wake up, Mr. Baggins" Gandalf said with hints of sarcasm and impatience in his voice. The old wizard took the wine away out of Frodo's vision and replaced it with a mug of water. Frodo had still not lifted his head off the table but now he had the motivation...water, sweet water..."Never again"..."Never again will I drink alcohol" Frodo thought to himself.
...Outside the round dining room window the sun was shining and one could clearly see the hills and fields were full of green grass and fields of yellow wheat grass was dancing in the summer breeze. It was all very idyllic at a glance, but shadows were cast upon them fields...and they were the shadows of dragons hovering high in the sky looking down at the little hobbit village...upon their backs sat the dark dragon riders... Gandalf could feel their presence, and was looking out of every window to see if he could see them. Eventually, when he looked out of the kitchen window he could see the dragons and the riders hanging in the sky...he could hear their voices in his head..."There is no hope, there is no future for the likes you...a new world is coming"..."Give us the ring and we will be free"..."give us the ring and you will not suffer". The shadows stood still for a minute and then moved away. Gandalf knew he was the light and they were the darkness, he also knew he could fight off the dragon riders...but for how long? "the riders must have had their reasons for not attacking" he thought to himself. Gandalf did not tell the little hobbit who was still struggling to get off the kitchen table about the dragon riders. Frodo drank his water, trying to recapture the fleeting moments of last nights conversations...something...something about a journey..."I really need to cut down on the drinking".
...The mere presence of dragon riders meant that decisions regarding Frodo's journey was desperately imminent..."If the fellowship of the ring did not turn up tonight, the alternative journey had to begin" Gandalf thought...his mind was racing...but the alternative journey would cost this world dearly...the journey to destroy the ring had to take place at all cost. Gandalf stood there looking at the fields of wheat...in his mind the wheat fields were in flames...dead hobbits as far as his vision could see...Gandalf was afraid. "May the God's forgive us" he said out loud.