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17 years later

Year 3018 of the 3rd age

I looked up at the moon basking in its gentle light as I thought of the past events. It had been seventeen years since Frodo and I have seen Gandalf. Whatever Gandalf had set out to do was taking him a great deal of time. Sighing I walked down the hill, jumped through the window, and curled up on my bed of blankets. I stared at the dying flames like I always do waiting for sleep to take me. Closing my eyes I drifted into a restless sleep.

A huge black tower appeared in my dreams. There was a volcano behind the tower. When, suddenly, screams tore through the air.

"SHIRE! BAGGINS!" the voice screamed.

I was suddenly thrown away from the place I knew was Mordor. I found myself racing across a great plain. I looked down and I caught sight of a figure riding a galloping horse through the plain.

I gasped as I recognized the figure. It was Gandalf. He drew the horse to a stop as he looked over the hill and caught sight of the white city of Gondor.

The scene changed and I found myself in a crowded room filled with books and scrolls.

I heard shuffling behind me; I turned, and caught sight of Gandalf again. He was currently looking through some scrolls when he suddenly froze. Taking out of the pile was a great long scroll. He then began to read it aloud.

"'The Year thirty-four thirty-four of the Second Age. Here follows the account of Isildur, High King of Gondor and the finding of the Ring of Power. 'It has come to me, the One Ring. It shall be an heirloom of my kingdom. All those who follow in my bloodline shall be bound to its fate for I will risk no hurt to the Ring. It is precious to me, though I buy it with great pain.'" [The Ring in Isildur's fingers seems to shrink] "'The markings upon the band begin to fade. The writing, which at first was as clear as red flame, has all but disappeared. A secret now that only fire can tell.'"

I processed the information I had just heard in my mind. Gandalf had finally come to the realization about Bilbo's ring.

I was once again thrown away from the scene in front of me and found myself in front of a hobbits house. He was chopping wood when suddenly his dog started to bark loudly until it walked backwards into the house growing silent. I turned around and balked in surprise. Right in front of me was a Nazgul.

It turned its head towards the hobbit and hissed "Shire. Baggins."

"Baggins. There's no Bagginses 'round here! They're up in Hobbiton, that way!" the hobbit told him fearfully as he backed into his house and slammed the door shut.

I jolted awake, jumping to my feet. Frodo… I had to find Frodo. I jumped out the window and raced down the road heading towards the Green Dragon. It was finally happening. Sauron had found out the location of the ring and sent his dark wraiths on the hunt.

I ran passed a group of hobbits startling them. Ignoring their curses that they threw at me I finally reached my destination. I slipped through the door and started to search for Frodo.

I caught sight of Merry and Pippin. They were currently dancing drunkenly on top of a table singing. I finally found Frodo he was sitting with his faithful Sam at his side at a table. I padded silently to his side and rubbed my head against his leg in relief startling Frodo.

He looked down at me with shock in his eyes. I knew he was surprised to see me. Since most hobbits were uneasy about my presence so I refrained from leaving Bag End.

"What are you doing here Aear?" he asked me.

A conversation at the table next to us caught both of our attentions. There were two elderly hobbits smoking their pipes as they sipped their ale.

"There's been some strange folk crossing the Shire. Dwarves, and others of a less than savoury nature." one of the man said as looked at a hobbit I recognized as the old Gaffer.

"War is brewing. The mountains are fair teeming with goblins." Gaffer told his companion.

"Far-off tales and children's stories, that's all that is. You're beginning to sound like that old Bilbo Baggins. Cracked, he was. Young Mister Frodo, here, he's cracking!" he laughed looking at Frodo.

"And proud of it! Cheers, Gaffer!" Frodo told him.

"Well, it's none of our concern what goes on beyond our borders. Keep your nose out of trouble, and no trouble'll come to you." The second hobbit exclaimed.

Frodo merely smiled and raised his tankard at him.

Oh poor sweet innocent Frodo. He had no idea that he was currently being hunted.

Finally Frodo left the bar with me right at his side. We parted ways with Sam and walked back to Bag End.

We walked up to the door and Frodo opened the door and we entered the dark household.

A strong breeze went through my window causing some papers to fall to the floor.

I smelt him before I saw him. It was Gandalf, I turned around and saw a hand clasped Frodo's shoulder and turned him around startling him.

"Is it secret? Is it safe?" he asked Frodo as he stepped out of the shadows looking stressed and disheveled.

Frodo walked hastily down the hallway and opened a chest looking for the sealed envelope crying out in success. He handed the envelope to Gandalf.

Gandalf snatched the envelope and threw it into the fire. I knew what he was doing. He was trying to confirm his greatest fear.

"What are you doing?" cried Frodo.

I pinned my ears to my head and barred my fangs silently as I watched the envelop burn up in the fire revealing the ring.

Gandalf reached into the fire with a pair of tongs then turned to Frodo.

"Hold out your hand Frodo, it's quite cool." He then dropped the ring into Frodo's hand. "What can you see? Can you see anything?" he asked Frodo.

"Nothing. There's nothing…" Frodo replied as he turned the ring over in his fingers.

Gandalf sighed in relief but I knew better when Frodo cried out.

"Wait. There are markings." He told him. The glowing red handwriting reflected on Frodo's face. "It's some form of Elvish. I can't read it."

"There are few who can. The language is that of Mordor, which I will not utter here." Gandalf told him.

"Mordor?" Frodo said as he recognized the name.

"In the common tongue it says, 'One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them. One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them.'" Gandalf told him as I glared at the cursed ring.

The time had finally come…

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