Disclaimers: See Chapter 1 for more info.

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This is the last chapter for this story.

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Frodo opened his eyes. He was in a hall with blue curtains on either side of the bed. The mattress was so comforting. That wasn't the only thing he saw. He turned around to see a baby in a crib. The baby was crying. He moved his hand to touch the baby, only to find dried blood on his hand.

"NOOOO!" He screamed himself awake. He was lying on the floor in severe pain. His stomach ached, and yet there was a cold hand touching his wound. He could hardly breathe. He wanted to go back to the world of light. He couldn't. Instead, there was a hand cleansing the wound. He looked up at the face enveloped in the white light.

His wound. It was healing! And the baby was growing in size and strength. A hand draped in the light held onto his youthful spirit. It was his brother, dressed in green and gold clothes. He looked worried. Frodo closed his eyes, feeling hands touch him, bringing him into a warm bed. He came to in the healing hall. Bingo looked down on him. He wasn't in the shadows. He was alive.

"You!" Frodo said, weakly. "You."

"Don't speak." Bingo said, calmly. "Save your strength. You lost a lot of blood. If it weren't for Ilúvatar, I would have feared the worst." He raised his eyebrows in wonder. "I'm alive. I'm not dead anymore." He grinned. "Thanks to that elven fight, I'm free now. Free to wander the lands wherever I please. I was just letting you know that all is well."

Frodo glared at his twin. He wanted to speak, but he couldn't. It was all in vain, just like Bingo wanted.

"I know you hate me. I understand." Bingo told him, softly. "I'll leave you alone now." He approached Lida, telling her. "Speak with him."

"Where will you go? You're free." Lida told him, concerned.

"Away from here." Bingo said, annoyed. "Take care of Frodo. He needs you more than me."

Frodo stared at the ceiling. Sleep was just too much for him. He tried to fight it, but he failed. Sleep overwhelmed him, forcing him back in the shadows of his mind until he could rest no more.

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Frodo didn't wake up for another two days. His wound was mostly healed. He ate and drank slowly, doing his best not to throw up. He looked up as Bingo entered his room. Frodo sighed. How could he forgive Bingo? How could he forgive himself? This wasn't his fault. The only thing he did was listen to his brother talk for a good hour, trying to apologize for his behavior. By the time Frodo noticed him, Bingo had fainted.

No! He wanted to come to Bingo's aide. Something was holding him back. His head hurt so much! He collapsed on the bed, blacking out in seconds.

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Frodo made a quick recovery, as did Bingo. It was after that day that Frodo realized he and his brother had a connection, a bond that affected them both. It was hard to believe, given Bingo had been a doppleganger once. When Frodo asked him, Bingo said he didn't remember ever being one. Frodo found this hard to believe, given Bingo had a clear memory before the blackout.

Frodo gave up on his brother. Sure, Bingo would find his place in the world, but Frodo couldn't stay in Rivendell. The thought of nearly dying, due to his brother wanting revenge, was too much to bear. He needed to get away for a while.

Frodo started packing. He grabbed whatever supplies he could muster and put them inside a pack. Food, clothes, waterskin… he had all he needed. What he didn't count on was Lida finding him.

"So that's it? You're just leaving everything behind? Rivendell is your home!" Lida pleaded.

"I know my place isn't here. I must find my way in this world." Frodo told her, quite convinced this was the right path. "I'll send you a letter when I've reached the Blue Mountains. I know a few dwarves that passed by here not long ago. They've seen the Blue Mountains. I'll meet up with them." Frodo paused. "I'll send you a letter after I get settled."

"I can't stop you. I just want to know why you're leaving?" Lida asked, concern dwelling in her eyes.

"Too many memories of the past." Frodo said, serious. "I'll see you later." He moved his pack off the bed, making his way towards the door. He was stopped by Lida, who grabbed the door frame.

"Wait. Frodo, please?" Lida asked, a tear streaking down her cheek. "What will I do?"

"Watch over Bingo and Bilbo, see that they're safe." Frodo told her, calmly. He rested a hand on her cheek. "I will come back. I promise." He ducked out of the room, before Lida could follow him. He made his way towards the stables, grabbing his pony and saddling him. He strapped his sword to the saddle and mounted the steed. Before he reached the stone bridge, he looked one last time at the Last Homely House. He saw his twin brother, Lida, Bilbo, and Elrond staring at him. It was as if they were wishing him off. He nodded to them, knowing that, for once, everything was going to be all right. With one final bow, he gently tapped the pony and set out for lands unknown.

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