Elvish is in Bold Italics. This is possibly my longest chapter yet. I own NOTHING but my OCs: Elizabeth, her Father and Draco.

Chapter 6: Dear Father

I sat on the back of the light grey and bright green Dragon, on our way to Rivendell. When I had woken this morning, Master Draco had begun to teach me some exercises to prepare my body for my True Form. Having had trained with the Elves of Mirkwood I had become very fit, but according to my Master not enough. When I had cleaned up, he said we will be leaving for Rivendell in an hour.

While we flew, I clutched the book he had given me last night tight in my arms. I couldn't wait to meet my birth father. Soon I saw a small version of Rivendell in the distance. Draco went into a dive and landed thirty leagues away from the Last Homely House. "Why are we landing here, Maestro Draco?" "You forget; though Dragon-Bloods are honored and loved, Dragons are hated and feared. They would shoot me out of the sky."

I got off his back, my bag over my shoulder, my sword at my side and my bow and quiver on my back. "Open your book to the first page and place the red scale there." I opened my book and pulled out my Fathers' Blood Red scale from a pocket near my heart and placed there. "Now turn to middle of the book and place the white scale there, then place the golden scale in the very back of the book." I did as he asked. "Hold the book closed and place your right hand on the front cover and your left hand on the back."

He told me the words of the spell and I practiced them in my head before closing my eyes and speaking them aloud. I felt a great serge of power leave me and I felt incredibly tired. For a moment I flashed into my True Form before I returned to normal. When I opened my eyes and opened the book, the scales were gone but a picture of my Father in his True Form was on the front cover. Unconsciously waving my hand over the cover, the cover changed to red, white and gold symbols that I recognized as the Elvish script for 'Gillian the Awesome'. He then waved his paw over the book placing the safety spells on it so only I and those I trust could open it.

"Now Giovane Apprendista," he placed a necklace with a single green and grey scale charm on it around my neck. "This scale is enchanted so that I may speak with you no matter where you are, but not when you travel through a mine." I nodded and wrapped my arms as far around his neck I could reach. "Thank you Maestro." He chuckled a bit before he took off back to his cave.

I slumped to the ground allowing my tiredness take over. After a while I felt something nudge my back and when I turned around… "Ethel!" I jumped up and kissed the horses' nose while he rubbed up against me. I placed my bags on his back. "Dear Heart, allow me to rest for a bit." He seemed to nod before bowing his head and started chewing on the grass.

I opened the book and picked up my pen.

Hello, my name is Anna Elizabeth Jones, Daughter of Steven Michael Jones and Joanna Rose Jones. Please call me Elizabeth.

The words disappeared and much like the Diary from 'Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets', words I didn't write appeared in their place.

Pleasure to meet you Elizabeth. My name Gillian, the Awesome High Chief of the Gondoriania Clan. Do you mind if I ask you a question?

No, go ahead.

I am Dead…right?

Y-Yes, sir.

Then how am I able to talk to you? I was on the White Shores of the Valinor asleep in the mansion Eru made for me there and now I am here. I can somewhat see your face but it's not entirely clear.

Maestro Draco Raxacori-… um… Raxacoricofall-…

Raxacoricofallapatorius?

Yes. Sorry I can't spell the name nor pronounce it without killing it.

The book vibrated as if he was chuckling. It's alright.

Anyway, he taught me a spell that can put the consciousness and memories of a Dragon-Blood into a book if you have said Dragon-Bloods' scales.

Where did you get my scales?

Mother left them behind when she was escaping from Black Bone.

He was silent for a minute. Who are you?

I closed the book and allowed the picture of Father to appear on the cover. He blinked at me before crossing his arms over his chest and raising an eyebrow. I closed my eyes and concentrated hard. I felt my True Form come out and when I opened my eyes and looked at him, he gasped and stared at me. "I am the daughter of Blue Tongue, Pyael Freaniraheal who left Middle Earth to escape Black Bone and was Reborn as a Human named Joanna Rose." I slowly went back to my Human form and slumped a bit from exhaustion.

The book flew open. Pyael… She's alright? She's alive?

Yes. I know she still loves you, but being reborn as a full blooded human and into a world where there is no magic, she couldn't return to Middle Earth. She fell for a pastor from that world and had me then had my full blood human little brother three years later. I was dormant within my mother when she was reborn. In other words, yes I am your daughter.

How did you get here?

I told him everything, and I mean everything. From the fact that Middle Earth was a fictional story in the other world and I have the 25th anniversary book with me, parts of my life in that world, how I got to Middle Earth, my capture and time in Mirkwood, including falling for the Elvin Prince, and up to the point where I finally learned about my heritage.

Well… I don't know what to say.

Le Gasp! The Awesome Gillian is speechless? The world must be ending!

I could almost see him rolling his eyes. Very funny.

I laughed. We continued to talk about anything and everything. When it became dark the pages glowed so I can still see and write. His personality reminded me a lot of an albino fictional character that I liked back in that other world. When I told him that, he outright laughed.

Eliza, it's getting late. If you're traveling to Rivendell tomorrow, you should get some sleep. You may only be leagues away from the city, but who knows what might happen.

Alright.

Buona Notte, mia bella figlia. Sono così orgoglioso di te.*

Buona Notte… Padre.**

With that I closed the book. I lay down on the ground and closed my eyes. As sleep began to take me, I felt a pair of ghostly lips kiss my temple and a hand brush my hair from my face.

Mae giovane, Sons of Elrond. I wish to speak with your Father, for I come from Mirkwood with a message for him form Thranduil." I held out the scroll with the Kings mark on the front. Elladan and Elrohir looked at the symbol then nodded and began to lead the way.

"By the way you two, Estel told me to tell you he'll be here in a month or two." The two looked at me with wide eyes. "You know our brother Estel?" Elladan asked. I nodded. "He accompanied me a bit on the journey here but we became separated while fighting off some Yrch."

Elrohir turned to me fully. "Is he alright?" "The man is a Dunedain! He's young enough to take care of himself!" I teased. "You tease him so freely. Surely you haven't known him long enough for that." He said.

I gave him a small smile. "He has become a Father to me. My birth father has been dead for many, many years. My Step-Father is with my Mother and Step-Brother in a country far from here. Aragorn became my father in place of the two who are not with me. I trust him with my life and will do anything to make him happy."

They both nodded but said nothing. We continued our journey and when I finally saw Rivendell my eyes widened. "Even the paintings in the book don't do this justice." I whispered. "What Book?" Elladan asked.

I looked at him and his twin with a fire in my eyes. "Not here. I will speak of it when it's only you two, your father, Lord Glorfindel and I. If the Enemy had the book I have... the last bit of hope we have, a fool's it may be, will be destroyed. I guard it with my life as I have chosen to do." I unknowingly flashed into my True Form before returning to normal. They looked at me in surprise, before nodding to me.

We soon came into the house, Ethel having been put in the care of the Stable Master, and were greeted by the Lord Elrond and Lord Glorfindel. I bowed low to Lords. "Master Elrond. Master Glorfindel. You have no idea what an honor it is to meet you two in person." I held out the scroll from Thranduil. "This is from the King of Mirkwood, Lord Elrond. It concerns myself and he thought you might be able to help." He took the scroll, broke the seal and read it to himself. He then motioned for all of us to follow him.

He led us to his study and took a seat in the chair behind his desk. Elrohir took my bag and placed it on a table while Elladan escorted me to a chair. When we were all seated Elrond spoke. "If what this letter says is true, you are not only the Lady of a Prophecy but trapped here with no way to return to your world."

I nodded and explained again how I got here. When I was finished, Glorfindel asked, "You say that in this other world, Middle Earth is a story written by a Professor? You have this book with you?" I nodded. "I'm guessing you would like to see it?" Everyone nodded. Elladan stood and went to my bag and grabbed two books that were in it and studied both. He blinked at the one that had my Father's picture on the cover.

"This is a strange Book." He said as he brought both over. The picture on the Journal smirked at the Elf before placing a finger to his lips and giving a wink. Elladans eyes widened. I took the journal from him, a bit harsher than I should have. I clutched it tightly but nodded to the other book in his hand. "That is it. 'The Lord of the Rings' by Professor J.R.R. Tolkien. Illustrated by Alan Lee." Elrond stood and took the book from his son's hands. "The actual beginning of the story doesn't happen for a few years, but it starts with old Bilbo Baggins' One-hundred and Eleventh birthday celebration in the Shire. You four my read it if you wish… but you must swear to me not to interfere in anything that will happen lest the book calls for it or something turns out worse than it seemed at first. And you must swear not to read past Book Two."

The four stared at me in awe before nodding. "Now Lady Elizabeth, would you like to write a letter back to Thranduil telling him you got here safely?" I nodded. "Will you write it for me? I am still learning the language and cannot write it yet, the characters are confusing." He nodded and took out a piece of parchment, ink and a pen. He glanced at me and I began:

King Thranduil,
I have arrived safely in Rivendell, and it's more beautiful than you described it.

Elrond smiled at that compliment.

I also have news about the thing that I told you was my reason for leaving your kingdom.

I paused biting my lip. "Lady Elizabeth?" Elrond asked. I blinked then I closed my eyes.

I was right in the fact someone sent me those visions of your son Legolas. It was sent by a man who was my Lover back in the other world, a man I thought died saving my life. His name is Joshua Patterson, but I have learned that his real name is Black Bone, Last of the Mordorina Dragon-Blood Clan. What's more, I have learned that my Mother was the Dragon-Blood he was chasing, Pyael Freaniraheal and at the moment, I am the Last True Dragon-Blood.

I turned into my True Form and, for the first time, let my wings spread out a bit. When I opened my eyes I saw the four Elves looking at me with wide eyes and, in the twins' case, slack jaws. I took off one of my scales from my shoulder and placed it on the letter.

I've enclosed one of my scales in the letter as proof of this claim. A Dragon-Bloods scale is smaller than a real dragon, but larger than a fish. I ask that you tell no one else of this information, not even your son. I'm not sure if Legolas will forgive me for running from him like I did. I will tell only those who I know for a fact are trustworthy and have gained my trust. Lord Elrond, his sons and Lord Glorfindel know. I wish you well.

Signed,
Anna Elizabeth Jones

I reached over, tuning my hand into the Dragons paw, and pressed it next to my name. "Segnare questa lettera con la mia stampa.***" When I lifted my paw the pawmark of the Dragon-Bloods appeared next to my name. It was the combination of both the Rohaniana and Gondoriania Clans marks showing I was a daughter of both.

I faded back to my Human Form and swayed a bit, Elrohir catching me before I fell flat. "Note to self: Don't transform into my True Form more than once in Forty Eight hours."

Elrohir helped me to my chair and Elladan gently grasped my shoulder. "Before you ask, I had only merged with my True Form the night before last and my body is not physically strong enough to hold my True Form and its power. I can hold it for a while, but the longer I hold it or the more within a single day I transform the more tiring it becomes." I closed my eyes and took some deep breaths. "I am curious, Elizabeth, who is your Teacher?" Elrond asked.

I looked up at him and hesitated to tell him. To tell them a Dragon still lives would endanger Draco. I sighed but when I opened my mouth to answer, my journal vibrated. I held it up and placed it on the desk allowing my father to see. He bowed to Elrond and Glorfindel before he made the book fly open.

I am. As her Birth Father it is my duty. The Elders have made a way so that when we died, we could safely pass on our knowledge to our descendants.

Elrond nodded. "I have heard of such spells and books. It is an Honor to speak with you again old friend."

Thank you Lord Elrond. I wish to speak with you and I know my daughter is tired and hungry. I would be very appreciative if your sons will care for her. She does still have injuries from her run in with Orcs a few days' ago.

Elrond nodded to his sons and one placed my arm around his neck while the other grabbed my bag. Before leaving, I took the journal and kissed the picture of my Father. He visibly blushed and I giggled as the others chuckled. As I was led out of the room, the last thing I saw was the journal opening and the words Don't Laugh at the Awesome me! appear.

The days passed and I became accustomed to life in Rivendell. I trained with both my father and Draco to strengthen my body. Thranduil and I continued to keep in contact with each other. He told me many times that Legolas still hasn't gotten over his love for me. He also wrote that since I'm immortal now, he would like his son to officially court me and perhaps one day marry me. I wrote to him that I believed Legolas would not forgive me for leaving as I did.

The twins became my brothers and Arwen, whom I met later, became a sister. The twins helped continue my education in Elvish and now knew all my secrets including my feeling for a certain Elvin Prince and they would often tease me about it. Arwen often became my shoulder to cry on when I thought about my Mother and Step-Family, or when I thought about how Joshua had betrayed me.

I had also met Gandalf during this time. He often told me stories of his travels and hinted more than once that he had been to my world before. Two months after I had arrived in Rivendell he invited me, meaning I begged for hours, to go with him to the Shire for Bilbos' One-hundred and Eleventh birthday celebration. He agreed.

We traveled, stopping at Bree's Prancing Pony for a night, and soon we entered the Shire. At the moment we were singing the song old Bilbo would sing when he traveled.

Down from the door where it began...
(Humming)
And I must follow if I can.

The road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began...
Now far ahead the road has gone
And I must follow if I can.

"You're Late." The cart stopped and I looked up from my spot in the back of the cart at a man a head shorter than me with hairy feet. He had curly black hair and honestly looked in his early twenties. "A wizard is Never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to." Gandalf replied.

There was a stern staring contest between the two before they both began to laugh. "It's wonderful to see you Gandalf!" The Hobbit, Frodo, said jumping into the old man's arms. "You didn't think I'd miss your Uncle Bilbos' Birthday, hm?"

Frodo sat beside Gandalf before he noticed me. "Hello. Who might you be?" I smiled and held out a hand to him. "Anna Elizabeth Jones. It's nice to finally meet you Mr. Baggins." He grasped my hand and gave it a firm shake. "The pleasure is all mine Miss Jones, you can call me Frodo if you want." "As long as you will call me Elizabeth." He nodded and the carriage drove to Hobbiton. Gandalf pulled out his pipe and started smoking. I went back to the book Elrond had given me before I left and half-listened to their conversation.

"What news of the outside world?" Frodo asked. "Tell me everything!"

"Everything?" Gandalf exclaimed. "Far too eager and curious for a Hobbit. Most unnatural..."

I smirked a bit.

"Well, what can I tell you? Life in the wide world goes on much as if it has this past age. Full of its own comings and goings, scarcely even aware of the existence of Hobbits..."

"...for which I am very sure your thankful, old man." I whispered. Gandalf heard me and turned to try and take a swipe at me but I ducked and used Frodo as a shield. "Ahh! Frodo save me from the fearsome Wizard!" Frodo just laughed.

Gandalf growled a bit before returning his eyes to the road. "So, how is the old rascal? I hear it's going to be a party of special magnificence."

"You know Bilbo. He's got the whole place in an uproar."

Gandalf chuckled. "Well, that should please him."

"Half the Shire's been invited. And the rest of them are turning up anyway."

They both laughed as we passed some Hobbits hard at work in the fields. We cross over a small stone bridge over a stream and into the little town square, making tour way towards Bag End. We pass through the little town of Hobbiton and I observe the other Hobbits in wonder.

"This reminds me of the country side of England back home."

Frodo looked at me. "England? Where's that?" I looked back at him sadly. "The Mother country of my Home country. It's very far from Middle Earth. I'm not really sure if I'll be able to return." "I'm sorry." I shook my head. "It's alright. I've recently found out my Birth Father was born here and is buried somewhere in Gondor country far south. Living with my Mother and Step-Family is nice, but I want to know my real father." I looked up at him with a smile. "Middle Earth was my Birth Father's home, so it shall be mine."

He smiled at me. "So tell me Frodo,' I said placing my elbows on the wooden seat between him and Gandalf and leaning my head on one of my hands. 'what's your Uncle like? In Rivendell, the Elves often talk about him and his journey with Thorin Oakenshield and company."

"To tell you the truth," Frodo began, "Bilbo's been a bit odd lately. I mean, more than usual. He's taken to locking himself in his study."

Gandalf turned to him, his face looking concerned and full of thought. "He spends hours and hours pondering over old maps when he thinks I'm not looking. He's up to something."

I gave Gandalf a sideways glance before he grunts and give Frodo a similar glance. Frodo looked back at him, waiting for him to answer. Gandalf looked away, as if he didn't know anything.

"All right, then. Keep your secrets." Frodo said a bit frustrated. "But I know you have something to do with it."

Gandalf then feigned innocence. "Good gracious me."

"What do you mean Frodo?" I asked. He turned to me and explained. "Before he came along, we Bagginses were very well thought of."

"Really?" I asked leaning up closer to him.

Frodo nodded. "Never had any adventures or did anything unexpected."

Gandalf interrupted. "If you're referring to the incident with the dragon, I was barely involved. All I did was give your uncle a little nudge out of the door."

"Whatever you did, you've been officially labeled a disturber of the peace."

I giggled.

After Gandalf let me shoot off one of his fireworks for some Hobbit children, he told me to go on with Frodo. He gave me a small tour of the town, introduced me to some relatives, not the Sackville-Bagginses, his friend Samwise Gamgee and finally to Bilbo at the end of the day before the party. As I changed into more appropriate clothes for a party in Bag End's guest room I realized something. I no longer was homesick. I glanced at the Journal where the picture of my father was smiling at me and I smiled back.

This was going to be a fun yet tiring night. Certainly one to Remember.

~Time Skip~

I sat next to Sam as he held a tankard of Ale, seeming not to look at one Rosie Cotton dancing. I held a small goblet of white wine. My father had told me something I found interesting and a bit disturbing: Dragon-Bloods can't get drunk. No matter what they drink, whether it be the Ale of the Hobbits, the Wine of the Elves or the Malt Beer of the Dwarfs we can't get Drunk. I could think of both the Goods and Bads of that. Bilbos' party was in full swing and honestly I couldn't wait to dig into the cake that was there.

I was wearing a dress Elladan and Elrohir had given me. They based it off the colors of my True Form, the Blood Red contrasting Beautifully with the Sparkling Gold. My Father had instructed me on how to do my hair up in a way that was traditional to the Dragon-Bloods. Red and golden ribbons twisted in my hair to the symbol of the Shireian Dragon-Blood clan at the bottom of the braid.

Frodo came over and plopped down on Sams other side. "Go on Sam! Ask Rosie for a dance."

Sam sighed. "I think I'll just have another ale." He tried to turn away and get another tankard.

"Oh, no, you don't." Frodo said grabbing him by his shoulders. "Go on!" He pushed Sam onto the dance-floor and into Rosie's arms. Frodo and I laugh at Sam's attempt on dancing. "Sam and Rosie sittin' in a Tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" I whispered to Frodo and he snickered.

Gandalf let another set of fireworks off, which took the form of arrows flying through the air. I smiled in awe. I had remembered seeing the fireworks from the movie but it was even better in person. "Elizabeth, do you want to dance?" Frodo asked. "I don't know any Hobbit dances." He smiled at me but pulled me up towards the dance-floor. "It's easy."

As Frodo was teaching me how to dance I saw Bilbo sitting in front of a group of hobbit children, telling one of his stories of his adventures. The children listened in apprehension and I caught a bit of the tale.

"So there I was, at the mercy of three monstrous trolls! And they were all arguing amongst themselves about how they were going to cook us. Whether it be turned on a spit or whether they should sit on us one by one and squash us into jelly."

Gandalf suddenly decided to join the dancing and me and Frodo stop to watch. He basically was sticking out like as sore thumb. Frodo and I looked at each other before doubling over in laughter. We continued laughing until I felt a smack to the back of my head. I rubbed it and saw Frodo doing the same, we turned and blushed and stuttered when we saw Gandalf looking at us with a raised eyebrow.

Later I was talking with Bilbo when we both heard something… more specific Someone.

"Bilbo?"

He whipped around in fear, when he saw Frodo behind us.

"Sackville-Bagginses! Quickly, hide!" He pointed in the direction where he heard the voice of Lobelia Sackville-Baggins and himself, Frodo and I run away quickly to find a hiding place and we soon settled for a tent.

Two sour and grumpy looking Hobbits push their way through the crowd looking for Bilbo. Lobelia and her husband Otho appeared around the corner of the tent, yet do not see us. They soon continued on, looking for Bilbo.

We came out of hiding and Bilbo sighed. "Thank you, my boy, Elizabeth. You're a good lad, Frodo. I'm very selfish, you know. Yes, I am. Very selfish. I don't know why I took you in after your mother and father died but it wasn't out of charity. I think it was because of all my numerous relations you were the one Baggins that showed real spirit."

Frodo looked at his uncle weirdly. "Bilbo, have you been at the Gaffer's home brew?"

Bilbo looked a bit confused. "No…well, yes, but that's not the point. The point is, Frodo, you'll be all right."

Bilbo took a sip of his ale and Frodo looked at him in confusion over what he just said. I however could guess. He was leaving for Rivendell and leaving Frodo Bag End and everything. Including the Ring. I shuttered at the thought of the evil that made it and what it did to Gollum and Isildur. "Are you alight Elizabeth?" Frodo asked. I snapped out of my thoughts and gave him a smile and nod. I suddenly turned when I heard an explosion.

"Look at that!"

A firework soared high into the sky and exploded into an array of sparks. The crowd started to clap and cheer as they watched. The firework then turned into a dragon, and it flew down towards the party field. The hobbits run away in fright, screaming.

"Bilbo? Bilbo, look out for the dragon!" Frodo shouted.

"Dragon? Nonsense! There hasn't been a dragon in these parts for a thousand years."

Frodo pulled Bilbo to the ground, the dragon flew over them. It stopped in front of me and actually bowed, touching its head to mine. It then flew over the Hobbits again barely making it over the field, before exploding into a mass of colors. The hobbits cheer and clap.

When everything calmed down, they brought out the food and Bilbo finally blew out his candles. I got my piece of cake and in eating the first bite, I hummed and turned to Frodo. "Who made the cake?" "I'm not sure. Why do you ask?" I smiled around the fork in my mouth. "So I can get the recipe, not even my Step-Dad's food is this good! That's saying something!" he laughed and the Hobbits began to chant out:

"Speech, Bilbo! Speech!"

"Speech!" Frodo and I shout.

Bilbo got up and bowed to the beckonings. He stepped up on a barrel under the Great Party Tree and opened his arms welcomingly. As each name called, the respective family cheered.

"My dear Bagginses and Boffins, Tooks and Brandybucks, Grubbs, Chubbs, Burrowses, Hornblowers, Bolgers, Bracegirdles, Goodbodies, Brockhouses and Proudfoots."

"PROUDFEET!" Shouted a Proudfoot.

While everyone laughed, Bilbo shook him off. He then saw me next to Frodo and smiled.

"And we can't forget our guest, Miss Anna Elizabeth Jones."

I blushed as all the Hobbits cheered and some of the more braver, younger Hobbits wolf-whistled. Frodo chuckled at my shyness and gave me a small pat on the back.

"Today is my 111th birthday!"

Cheers of 'Happy Birthday' and 'Many Happy Returns' sounded around the field.

"But alas, eleventy-one years is far too short a time to live among such excellent and admirable
Hobbits. I don't know half of you half as well as I should like and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."

The hobbits seemed not know how to take what Bilbo just said. They looked at each other in confusion. Bilbo pulled something out of his pocket and began to finger it behind his back. The Ring. Gandalf was watching closely, suspecting something. Frodo watched as well beside me, his smile slowly vanishing.

"I, uh, I have things to do." He then whispered to himself. "I've put this off for far too long." He addressed the Hobbits again. "I regret to announce this is the end! I am going now. I bid you all a very fond farewell." He gave one last sad look to Frodo. "Goodbye."

With that I gasped as he put on the Ring and vanished. While everything went to chaos, I whispered to Frodo. "He most likely went back to Bag End. Gandalf and I will go and make sure he's okay." He gave me a nod.

When I reached Bag End, I heard shouting from Bilbo and Gandalf. "Argh! What business is it of yours what I do with my own things!?"

"I think you've had that Ring quite long enough."

"You want it for yourself!"

I rushed into the room to see Gandalf take a step forward. The room grew dark around us and the air trembled with power. Bilbo had flung himself towards the wall behind him terribly frightened.

"Bilbo Baggins! Do not take me for some conjurer of cheap tricks. I am not trying to rob you." The room slowly became light again and Gandalf softened his voice. "I'm trying to help you."

Bilbo ran into Gandalf's arms, weeping. Obviously he had been scared out of his wits.

"All your long years, we've been friends." Gandalf said "Trust me as you once did. Let it go."

Bilbo nodded, a bit reluctantly but still. "You're right, Gandalf. The Ring must go to Frodo." He grabbed his pack and walking stick and walked past me towards the door. "It's late. The road is long. Yes, it is time."

He opens the door and starts to walk out but…

"Bilbo," I said. "Aren't you forgetting something?" He turned to me confused. "The Ring is still in your pocket." Gandalf clarified.

Bilbo stopped and looked at Gandalf and me.

"Oh, yes.."

He took the Ring out of his pocket and looks at it with a stern face. Slowly, he turned his hand, letting the Ring fall to the floor with a heavy thud. Quickly, Bilbo walked out, stopping a few strides from the door, taking deep breaths. Gandalf and I come out after him. "I've thought of an ending for my book: 'And he lived happily ever after to the end of his days.'"

"And I'm sure you will, my dear friend." Gandalf said. I smiled at the Hobbit from the story I loved and cherished. I stepped forward and bent down to hug the 111 year old hobbit. "It was wonderful to meet you Bilbo Baggins. I hope we can meet again." He hugged me back and smiled. "It was wonderful to meet you too Elizabeth."

Bilbo pulled away and kissed my forehead. He then turned to Gandalf and held out his hand. "Goodbye, Gandalf."

Gandalf grasped his hand in both of his. "Goodbye, dear Bilbo."

He walked out of the gate of Bag End, down the road going east, singing the very same song Gandalf and I had been singing on the way here.

"The road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began..."

I turned around and headed into the hole as Gandalf whispered, "Until our next meeting."

I stopped when my foot was an inch from the Ring. I bit my lip and slowly reached down to pick it up. It was calling to me. I quickly pulled back and hit the wall and stared at it wide eyed. "Gandalf!" He quickly came inside. "What's wrong?" I pointed at the Ring, my eyes became my True Forms eyes, Blue with gold slits. "It... was calling to me." I looked at him wide eyes.

He stared at the Ring on the floor, then bends down and puts his hand over it as if to pick it up. Before he could even touch it, we both saw a flash of the Eye of Sauron. Surprised, he left it alone. Gandalf looked up at me and I looked back at him. "Did... did you just see what I saw?" He nodded.

I blinked, my eyes going back to normal, and slid to the floor. "Gandalf, if that is what I think it is..." "Elizabeth, you are tired. Go on to bed. Goodnight." With that, Gandalf goes to sit by the fire in the study of Bag End, smoking and in deep thought.

I got up and walked slowly towards my room. When I closed the door Father's Journal opened.

What happened? I felt a surge of power earlier. That wasn't from you, was it?

No. Gandalf just got a bit angry. I wrote back trembling so much I had to write my response twice to make it readable.

Tutto bene? Stai tremando.****

I bit my lip. I... saw the Eye of Sauron...

He did not speak for a long while. I sighed and undressed getting ready for bed. When I crawled into the sheets he finally responded. Non toccarla verremo.***** Sauron already knows your existence in this world and has Black Bone on his side. If he knew you had the Ring as well...

I felt his shudder through the book. I know Father... but I won't leave Frodo to Gollum's Fate or worse. Plus I have to protect the Book so I guess I've got my job cut out for me.

Dormi, Bambino.****** We'll talk more on the plan tomorrow.

Sì, signore.******* I actually think I will be staying in Bag End for a while.

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*Good Night, my beautiful daughter. I'm so proud of you.
**Good Night… Father.
***Mark this letter with my print.
****You alright? You're trembling.
*****Don't touch it again
******Sleep, Child.
******* Yes, Sir.