Thorin held Elizabeth in his arms as she rested on the day bed in Bilbo's room. Bilbo stood at the table near by unwrapping a package of cloth in front of him. As the cloth opens it reveals none other then Bilbo's sword.
"My old sword, Sting, here, take it..take it," Bilbo said handing it to Frodo.
"It's so light," Frodo spoke in astonishment.
"Yes...yea - made by the Elves, you know. the blade glows blue when Orcs are close. And it's times like that my lad when you have to be extra careful," Bilbo spoke seriously warning his nephew.
Elizabeth watched through slightly closed eyes as Bilbo bent down and withdrew a shinny object from the trunk in front of him.
Thorin's eyes widened as he saw what Bilbo had removed.
"You kept it?,"
'I did, you gave me it as a gift, now I will pass it down to protect our nephew from the dangers ahead seeing as I will be living out the rest of my days here,"
"You are wise to do so my dear friend, none of us will speak of it being on Frodo throughout the journey," Thorin spoke as Elizabeth gave a simple nod in response to the topic at hand.
"Here's a pretty thing Frodo, Mithril, as light as a feather as hard as a dragon scale. Let me see you put it on. Come on," Bilbo spoke handing it to Frodo.
As Frodo began to unbutton his shirt he forgot the ring's power on Bilbo as he suddenly saw his uncle's mood change as he saw the ring around his neck.
"Oh...m - my old ring! Oh I sh - sh- should very much like to hold it again, one last time."
Elizabeth sat up with worry as the three of them watched Bilbo's eyes light up as he began to wring his hands, his eyes focused on the ring. Quickly Frodo began to cover it up.
Bilbo settled for a moment smiling at him in a grandfatherly way. Suddenly the three of them were startled as Bilbo transformed by the power of the ring lashing out. Elizabeth gasped as she saw how he looked with eyes round ringed in purple shadow, his teeth like yellowed fangs in his mouth, stretched open wide as he gave a strangled cry.
Startled at his own behaviour as Frodo backed away quickly placing a hand over the ring Bilbo looked ashamed of himself.
"I'm sorry I brought this upon you my boy, I'm sorry that you must carry this burden," Bilbo said sadly as he sat upon his bed weeping.
"I'm sorry for everything," as Bilbo said that Elizabeth made her way over leaning down hugging Bilbo, as did Frodo who hugged him from behind.
In the morning the fellowship stood in the glade preparing to leave as Elrond stood before them.
"The ring bearer is setting out on the quest of Mount Doom. On you who travel with him no oath nor bond is laid, to go further then you will. Farewell. Hold to your purpose. May the blessings of Elves, Men, and all free folk go with you."
"The fellowship awaits the ring bearer," Gandalf spoke in Frodo's direction.
As Frodo made his way to the gate to lead them forward he whispered behind himself to Gandalf.
"Gandalf, Mordor is it left or right?,"
"Left," Gandalf replied as the journey officially began to destroy the one ring of Sauron.
I know this is a very short chapter but its going to get longer this was just the departing scene.