The Hobbit Sisters

by JewelSerenade

Four Hobbit lasses, best friends, from all different walks of life, come together on the adventure of a lifetime as they try to help Frodo Baggins, and the rest of the Fellowship succeed in destroying the Ring and saving Middle-Earth anyway they can.

7. Chapter 7

Rivendell

Strider did not waste time in encouraging the remaining hobbits to pack up camp and proceed in their journey, despite their exhaustion. Neither Merry nor Sam were appeased by this stance, and Mina turned to take in the boys reactions. She noted Sam still glaring at Strider, looking as though might sincerely be tempted to take a swing, or some other foolish move towards the ranger. Merry was not far off in his own response, and Mina took a deliberate step forward, placing herself in between the two hobbits and the object of their wrath, worry and frustration, reaching out a steady hand to place on each of their shoulders.

"They'll be alright." She insisted, her voice firmer and steadier than what she felt inside. She understood their panic at having their friends disappear into the night with danger not far behind, but she also recognized Strider had no other choice. And she was determined to hold onto whatever hope they had no matter the desperation of their circumstances. "Frodo and Violet are among the strongest hobbits that I have ever met. They will make it to Rivendell. The faster, the better. There's no time to argue. Now we must be strong for them." Merry opened his mouth as if he were about to protest, but with one severe and meaningful look from Mina he slowly nodded his head. Sam looked even less convinced, but he honored his friend's wishes taking a step back, closing his eyes as if willing to calm himself. Offering both boys another encouraging squeeze, she turned her attention back to the man who had saved their lives more than once. "We're ready to keep moving Strider. Just tell us where we need to go."

Jessa remained oblivious to all of this, her eyes fixed on the place where the horse and its riders had disappeared. Arwen's words from earlier echoed in her mind. Frodo was fading. And so was Violet. They didn't have much time. They had to make it to Rivendell before it was too late. If the Black Riders didn't get them first.

A thousand images seemed to pass before her eyes. Meeting Frodo for the very first time as children when he came to live with his Uncle Bilbo after the tragic death of his parents. Visiting Bag End to 'help' Sam with the garden (he had always had a love of plants, and had started his gardening duties from a young age), and ending up playing with Frodo instead. The two of them listening with rapture as Bilbo recounted his wondrous tales, acting out his many adventures, and imagining what it might be like to have one of their own. Quietly reading books in the woods, whenever she could spare time to get away from her other duties. Or sitting and talking for hours on end, his blue eyes lit up with excitement and animation. So many memories. All of that couldn't simply fade away. It couldn't.

Jessa felt a gentle hand on her shoulder, and nearly jumped out of her skin, before turning to see Mina standing beside attempting to offer a small encouraging smile, though it didn't reach her eyes. "We need to keep moving." Jessa nodded, her feet instantly moving forward as they finished picking up the camp and then continued to follow Strider deeper into the wood.

Sam, Merry, and Jessa remained right on Strider's heels as they continued on their journey, desperate to reunite with their friends. Mina wanted to join them, but glancing back she saw Pippin with his arm around Ebony, doing his best to support her as they trudged along. Her young face was set with resolve, and it was clear she was determined not to complain or ask for even the smallest rest. Though it was equally obvious she desperately needed one. Smiling with pride, Mina held back to help the struggling siblings, certain Pippin must be equally tired, not to mention starving. There had been little time to worry about proper meals since the disaster on Weathertop, and she was sure all of their bodies were feeling the strain. Not to mention the emotional toll of their current circumstances. Mina was sure they were all on the verge of collapse, when they heard the sounds of riders coming through the trees. Strider instantly drew his swords, and each of the boys shoved the girls into the middle, forming a protective circle around them. Had Violet been there, she would have protested against such treatment. As it was, Mina was preoccupied with protecting Ebony, and Jessa was paralyzed with the fear of making the situation worse.

However, when the riders appeared, they were not Wraiths at all, but several elves who appeared to radiate a beauty and light similar to that of Arwen. They spoke to Strider in their native tongue, while all of the Hobbits watched with breathless wonder, before several of the riders reached down to lift them up upon their mounts. Ebony first, followed by Mina, Pippin, Merry, Sam, and Jessa who rode with Strider upon his own steed, the little pack pony Bill following along behind. Both Ebony and Pippin almost instantly fell asleep once they were comfortably settled upon the horses backs, but the other four were still far too on edge for that.

"What did they say? Jessa demanded of Strider, and he offered a small smile, mixed with relief, sadness, and amusement at her spunk and determination.

"They arrived safely," He replied simply, and Jessa sighed in relief to hear the words, though the elves' very presence likely should have confirmed this fact. "Frodo and Violet are now in the hands of Elrond. If anyone can save them, he can." Jessa nodded, glancing over her shoulder to where Sam and Merry were clearly also listening into the conversation. All three shared a small smile, though Merry still struggled to meet Jessa's eyes, and she could hardly blame him. Then she turned forward, and again allowed her mind to become filled with thoughts of her two dear friends (though as you might suspect, it was mostly of Frodo), as if she could hold them here in the light by merely clinging to their memories together.

Mina on the other hand, upon hearing the news of her friend's safety, attempted to distract herself from further useless worrying by studying her surroundings, comparing them to everything she remembered from Bilbo's tales, imagining not for the first time that she was there traveling alongside him. She much preferred his adventure to her own. This was likely due to having the advantage of already knowing the ending, while their fate, especially that of Frodo and Violet, remained uncertain. The horses moved swiftly, and it wasn't long before they left the trees behind them, forded the river, and came upon the wide land, covered in heather and rock, and patches of grass and moss just as Bilbo had described. She pointed these out to her companions as they passed, and they murmured in agreement, Pippin and Ebony perhaps more enthusiastically than the others, though Sam did make a valiant effort for his friend. Merry and Jessamine were almost despondent in their responses, and Mina decided not to push much harder, respecting their need for space and time to process the current situation and events.

Rather she redirected her attention to scanning the ground, searching for any sign of the white stone path, catching brief glimpses of what she believed might be it, but the Elves and Strider did not seem nearly so preoccupied. It was clear they all knew this path well, and Mina again found herself wondering at their companion's strange origins. A man, a ranger, who appeared to have a close relationship with the Elves of the last homely house in the west. She had never heard of such a thing. Then again, she had not many chances to hear stories of adventures outside of Bilbo's and the Great Took, and some of his other descendants, growing up sheltered in the Shire. There was likely much she did not know about the world. Part of her was eager to learn, while another part only wanted to see her friends mended and then return home. She wondered if Bilbo had ever experienced such inner conflict on his own adventure? She wished she could have had the opportunity to ask him.

Once they entered into the Hidden Valley, all of the Hobbits gazed in awe at their surroundings. It was protected by mighty mountains, with majestic roaring waterfalls pouring down their sides and feeding into the river below, keeping it lush and green with beech and oak trees growing in abundance. The house of Elrond itself, was a magnificent structure, and Mina nearly fell off her horse trying to take in the entire building. Sam reached out from his place riding alongside her to steady her, and their eyes met both glowing with excited disbelief. They had been dreaming of this moment their entire lives, never daring to believe their wish could actually be fulfilled. Yet, somehow this only made the absence of their companions hit harder.

The party immediately demanded to be taken to their friends (as you can well imagine), and they were escorted to a room with a large elegant bed in the middle of it, a small figure nearly lost within its covers. "Violet!" Merry cried, bursting through the door to kneel at the bedside, reaching out to take one of her hands. Pippin, Ebony, and Mina followed suit, and Jessa wanted to follow, but she couldn't stop her eyes from searching the room for any signs of Frodo.

"He's in a room down the hall." A familiar voice said, and she turned to find none other than Gandalf standing in a corner of the room giving her a knowing albeit sad smile.

"Gandalf!" She rushed forward and threw her arms around the wizard. "Where have you been?" She demanded, trying to sound stern, though the relief in her voice made it difficult to take her too seriously. Just the sight of her dear old friend seemed to fill her heart with courage. As if his mere presence were a sign that they truly were safe, and everything would be alright. They had reached the end of their journey. If only she knew, that was far from the case.

"I am sorry, my young friends." Gandalf apologized sincerely, though he did not offer any detailed explanation at this time. "It could not be helped."

"How is she?" Mina asked, glancing up from the pale hobbit lass, bringing Jessa back to the seriousness of their current circumstances, the desperate anxiety returning to the pit of her stomach at the reminder. She needed to see Frodo. The sooner the better.

"Violet's wound was not as severe as Frodo's, but her body appears to have been weakened before the attack, which has complicated her recovery. However, Master Elrond is certain that she is on the mend. It will only take some time. Frodo…" Jessa felt her heart skip a beat as he hesitated. "Elrond fears part of the blade may have remained in the wound. He and his people are attending to him. He is strong. He will pull through."

"Of course he will." Ebony said bravely, and Jessa smiled at the younger girl for her efforts. "They both will. They have to."

"We have been doing our best to ensure that neither of our young friends are left alone." Gandalf continued to explain, and all of the hobbits hung on his every word. "This evening I have stayed with Miss Cotton. Another old friend is sitting with Frodo. You may join him as soon as you wish."

"Old friend?" Mina asked, and Jessa could hear the curiosity in her voice. Who did they know among the elves? Of course there was only one possible answer, but none of the hobbits were in a place to hope it could be true.

Gandalf only nodded, his face revealing nothing further. Jessa, Sam, and Mina all glanced at one another, before seeming to come to an agreement. Mina squeezed Violet's hand tightly, as she leaned forward and gently spoke to the sleeping hobbit lass. "We're here for you Vi. You keep fighting to come back to us. We love you." Jessa noticed that Merry seemed to tighten his grip at these words, and she knew there was nothing anyone could say that would pry him from her side. Her heart ached at the thought. She wanted to open her mouth and say something, anything to express her love, but the words remained frozen on her tongue. She didn't know why. The two had been friends since they were children, and although she may not have been involved in her and the others pranks, Jessa had still considered the two of them to be close. She had always admired Violet for her courage, independence, and natural leadership skills. It was that selfless fearlessness that had propelled her to risk her own life to save Jessa's. And that was a debt she could never repay. Perhaps that was why she hesitated. Why she had spent so little time with her friend since the incident, focusing nearly all of her thought and energy on Frodo. Avoiding the guilt that threatened to consume her.

"I'll be back soon." Mina promised, half to Violet and half to Merry, Pippin, and Ebony who elected to remain behind to support their cousin and friend, before rising to join Jessa and Sam at the door. The group followed Gandalf a little further down the hall, into a similar room. Inside stood a tall elf, with long brown hair, with a wise air about him though his brow was currently creased with concern. Sitting at the edge of the bed was an old hobbit, with almost snow white hair.

"Bilbo!" Mina cried, and in an instant she was across the room throwing her arms around her hero, nearly tackling him off the bed in the process. But he didn't seem to mind in the least. Only laughed and returned the embrace full heartedly. "Oh dear, Mister Bilbo. I feared we would never see you again."

"There, there my dear." Bilbo said, pulling away to beam at the hobbit lass he had grown so fond of over the years. "That is the beauty of adventures. One never knows who they might meet upon their path."

While a part of Jessa was aware of the happy reunions taking place, her eyes were drawn immediately to Frodo. He looked worse than Violet had, his skin paler, though he certainly appeared to have more color than the last time she had seen him. Almost without thought, Jess found her feet moving her forward again, and soon she was kneeling at the bedside, grasping at the unconscious hobbit's hand, again grateful that it was no longer ice cold, but had regained some of its old familiar warmth. Frodo seemed to stir slightly at her touch, though he remained trapped in the world of sleep. "It's alright, Frodo." She whispered, as a few stray tears slipped down her cheek without her permission. "We're here. I'm here."

**JS**

Mina stirred in her seat as she heard Merry enter Violet's room, just before dawn was getting ready to rise outside the windows. He didn't appear to have slept a wink, but Mina knew better than to even attempt to persuade him to go back to bed. It had been all she could do to convince the hobbit to take a brief break from his ever constant vigil the night before, and she decided to be grateful for at least this. It had almost been a day and a half since they had arrived in Rivendell and their friends appeared in about the same condition. The group slipped into a regular routine while keeping vigil over their friends. Jessa and Sam were nearly constant fixtures at Frodo's bedside, with Merry being equally dedicated to his post at Violet's, Pippin and Ebony often accompanying him aside from runs to the kitchen for meals and brief naps. Mina went dutifully back and forth, between the two, offering her support in whatever way she could, and encouraging if not obligating each to take rest whenever they would allow. Last night was the first time that Merry had accepted, mostly at the insistence of Pippin, Ebony, and Gandalf himself who had also continued to accompany the group whenever he was not busy meeting with Elrond.

"Would you like me to sit with you for a while?" Mina offered, as he took his seat beside the bed. "At least until Pippin and Ebony wake up?"

"I'll be alright." He assured her, though he did not even attempt a smile under the present circumstances and she didn't blame him. "I'm sure they won't be long. And I think I could use some time alone. Please, Mina."

"You'll let me know the moment she awakens?" It was the deal they all made, whenever any of them took a shift with either Frodo or Violet, and he nodded.

"I promise. Thank you for your help, Mina. Go get some rest. You look exhausted." She nodded reluctantly, inching her way towards the door, before glancing back at her friends. Merry's entire focus was on Violet now, his hand tenderly brushing a lock of stray hair out of the hobbitess face, before taking her limp hand. Perhaps it would be best to leave them alone after all.

Rather than heading to the rooms she, Jessa, and Ebony had been assigned, Mina headed towards the kitchens, unable to bear the thought of even trying to rest. Sure nothing but nightmares would come, and feeling that constant need to be useful. Mina never had been much of a cook, something that Sam had enjoyed teasing her about in the past, but she assisted the Elves in whatever manner she could to prepare breakfast, including arranging the plates on a tray for easier delivery. She stopped first at Frodo's room, providing both Sam and Jessa with a plate each, as they groggily stretched after such a long night. Promising to return soon to relieve them, despite each of their protests that they were fine, Mina then headed to find Ebony just getting out of bed and preparing for the day. The younger hobbit lass eagerly took the tray of food, promising to bring it to Merry and Pippin in Violet's room. The moment she left, Mina took a moment to change into a fresh pair of clothes, provided by the elves before taking a plate and heading towards her last destination.

"Come in!" The old hobbit's familiar voice called out as Mina knocked at the door, and she stepped into the room to find Bilbo already up, and hard at work on his book, sitting at his desk in the corner of the room, completely oblivious to the rest of the world.

"Good morning, Mr. Bilbo." She greeted, and he glanced up from his writing to give her a cheerful and hopeful smile that seemed to work like a balm to Mina's disheartened soul. Though it was clear he had aged a great deal since the last time she had seen him the day of the fateful party in the shire, his eyes still held their adventurous twinkle. The strength and optimism that she had always admired about him. "I brought you some breakfast."

"My dear girl, you shouldn't have. I would have been out and about in a moment or two." He said, making a move to stand, just as she walked over and set the plate before him, careful not to spoil any of the precious documents he was so carefully working on.

"Perhaps in another hour or so." She contradicted with a teasing and admiring smile. "You forget, I know you well Mr. Bilbo. You would write all day and night if they let you."

"I suppose I would. Not that I ever have the opportunity. Between you and these Elves, it will be a wonder if I ever finish." They laughed together for a moment, before he glanced quizzically at her own apparent lack of food. "Won't you be joining me?"

"I ate earlier." Mina lied, knowing she couldn't stomach a bite for the nerves in her stomach. The old hobbit stared at her, clearly not convinced, but he didn't say another word, and they sat in companionable silence for a moment, before she set about tidying the room and organizing the papers and maps that Bilbo had strewn about as he continued to work towards perfecting his beloved project. He regaled her with stories of his adventures and shared the progress she made in his book. Though she hoped it didn't show, it was perhaps the only thing keeping Mina sane. Finally, after an hour or so, she offered to accompany him to his daily morning visit at his nephew's bedside.

They arrived to find Sam asleep on one of the benches, while Jessa remained upright, staring at the page of one of the books the elves had allowed her to borrow, though her gaze appeared to be more glazed than actually reading. Both hobbits stirred at the sound of Mina entering the room, Sam appearing the tiniest bit startled as if he were ready to attack the first thing that moved.

"Relax Sam." Mina she said with a small chuckle, as she helped Mr. Bilbo to settle in one of the chairs closest to the bed, before coming over to sit beside her dear friend placing an encouraging arm around his shoulders. "Mr. Bilbo and I were just coming to take our shift."

"One can never be too careful." He defended himself, and Mina rolled her eyes good naturedly at his stubborn protectiveness.

"Please, Sam. We're in Rivendell now. We're safe."

"Tell that to the nightmares." He muttered under his breath, and Mina gave his arm another comforting squeeze.

Deciding to change the subject, rather than comment, she asked "How is Frodo holding up?"

"About the same as yesterday." Jessa replied. "It is strange, at times he is so still, he appears almost dead. And at others, completely restless as if he were tormented with nightmares. I am not sure what is worse."

"But he usually settles, whenever he hears Jessa's voice." Sam chipped in, placing a reassuring hand on his cousins. "She's sung some of the lullabies from back home. That seems to help."

"I'm sure it does." Mina replied, reaching out to embrace her friend, before allowing herself to glance over at Frodo's form. It was unnerving to see either of their friends this way, but Mina had to remember that they were much improved, and with the help of the healing of the Elves would recover. However, thinking of the look on Gandalf's face when they had first arrived and he had explained their condition, particularly that of Frodo, she wondered if either hobbit would ever truly be the same again. "You two go get some rest. Mr. Bilbo and I will stay with him for now. We'll let you know if there are any changes."

Sam looked as though he were about to protest, but with one look from Mina he nodded his head reluctantly. Standing, he headed towards the door before glancing back at his cousin who had not moved an inch.

"I am not tired." Jessa insisted, her voice firm, though she could not hide her true exhaustion.

Mina sighed, before standing and walking towards the girl, kneeling beside her. "You haven't slept in almost two days. You need to get some rest."

"I'm fine." Jessa argued, glaring back at her friend as daring her to disagree. "I need to be here with Frodo."

"That's not what Frodo would want." Mina tried, though this seemed to have little effect. "He could wake any moment."

"Which is exactly why I can't leave…" Jessa interrupted, but Mina continued as if she hadn't heard.

"And when he does, he will need you to be rested and strong. He won't be able to focus on his own recovery if he sees you sitting here half dead, and you know it."

Jessa hesitated for only a moment, before allowing her eyes to meet Mina's, and whispering just loud enough for the other hobbit lass to hear. "I don't think I can sleep."

"I know." Mina nodded her understanding. "But you need to try. For Frodo's sake."

Jessa hesitated another moment, before Sam also came over and offered his cousin a strong reassuring hand. "You'll let us know, the moment he awakens? Or if he needs me?"

"Of course." Mina agreed patiently, giving both hobbits one last hug, before they reluctantly left the room.

"You know, the same applies to you." Bilbo spoke up as soon as they were gone.

"What?" Mina asked curiously, sincerely caught off guard by the comment.

"You forget, I know you well, Miss Aquamarine Noakes." He said using her own words against her, as she glanced away afraid she had an idea where this conversation was going and not liking it one bit. "When was the last time you got some sleep? Or ate a decent meal for that matter?"

"A few days maybe." She shrugged nonchalantly, hoping he would drop the topic, but he only continued to glare at her expectantly.

"I would guess, more than a few."

"I guess it's a habit I picked up while we were in the wild." Mina said sheepishly, though Bilbo gave her a kind and understanding smile.

"I think it's something you've had for much longer than that." He said, and she blushed at the comment. "You've taken care of your father, grandparents, myself, and your friends for so long. Perhaps it's time you took care of yourself."

"I'm not sure I know how," Mina admitted, glancing away, unable to bear his concerned and gently reproaching gaze any longer. "My whole life, others have depended on me. To be strong. To be level headed. To make them laugh, to be positive, or just be there to make sure they were okay. I can't let them down now. I am not certain anymore who I am outside of that. I am not sure if I am strong enough to find out."

"My dear girl, " Bilbo said, coming over to take her hand and leading her back to the bench where Sam had been lying earlier. One of the greatest lessons I have learned out of all my life and adventures, is that we all have doubts and fears and weaknesses that hold us back. Dedicating yourself to helping and serving others is certainly an admirable trait, and a profound source of courage. But perhaps the greatest strength that any of us will learn, is that which it takes for us to face our inadequacies, without allowing them to define us. At the end of the day, we must all choose our own paths. You cannot save or even help your friends, unless they choose to allow it. Just as they cannot help you, unless you allow it."

A stray tear slipped down her cheek, as she considered his words, knowing they were true, but afraid to accept them. "Remember, you are not alone, Mina. Now get some sleep. I may be old, but I can keep watch over both you and Frodo, at least for a little while." With that, he took her into his arms, holding her close as Mina allowed herself to soak up the comfort of his steady embrace before allowing herself to drift off to sleep.

**J.S**

Ebony watched as her brother fought to keep his eyes open, on the bench beside her, placed by the window in Violet's room. They had been there for several hours, and between the tension and the boredom, Pippin appeared to be about to succumb to the exhaustion they were all feeling. His head bobbed again, and Ebony had to bite back a small chuckle at his predicament, and his valiant efforts to stay awake. But within a moment, he lost the fight, his head lolling down on his chest, breath becoming steady and even with slumber. Ebony smiled at her beloved brother. He was the only one in their family who didn't treat her as if she were made of glass. He was the one who had taught her the art of pranking, eager to have her to tag along with him and Merry on their misadventures. Who listened to her share her dreams, encouraged her to learn how to dance, and create new styles that no one had ever seen before. He was the one who made her feel safe. She was so grateful to have him here with her now as they embarked on this grand adventure. She wasn't sure what she would do without him.

She glanced at Merry, who had taken on the role of leader and protector of the two siblings for as long as Ebony could remember, but his face remained in the worried and distant look in his eyes. Wanting to do something to cheer him up, she searched the room for any ideas. Seeing the water pitcher at the nightstand at the head of the bed, a slow mischievous smile spread across her face.

"Pst…" She whispered to her cousin, who glanced up in startled confusion at the sound. She motioned for him to watch, as she tiptoed towards the water jar, and returned stealthily towards her seat. Placing her fingertips in the liquid, she quietly but quickly flicked a few drops in Pippin's face. He moaned and scrunched his face at the contact, but remained fast asleep (he was a notoriously heavy sleeper, their father often calling it the sleep of the dead). She performed the movement again, this time using more water, and he raised his hand and scooted in his seat as if to push away whatever assailant was bothering him, nearly falling off the bench in the process. With a devilish grin, Ebony decided it was time, as Pippin himself would say, for the grand finale, and she tipped the entire pitcher over his head causing the poor hobbit to bolt upright with surprise before landing with a thud on the stone floor beneath them.

Ebony threw her head back, roaring with laughter, until her brother gained his senses enough to determine the cause of his rude awakening, and grabbing her hands yanked her down beside him in the puddle on the floor. However, Ebony knew it was worth soaking and possibly ruining the fancy dress the elves had lent her, when she heard the familiar sound of Merry's chuckle, not as robust as she was accustomed but there nonetheless.

"Thank you Bonnie." He said, using the nickname that only he and her brother ever used. "Pip needed a good shower. I was beginning to wonder what we were going to do about the smell."

"Oi!" Pippin called out in protest, though his eyes fairly twinkled at hearing his cousin joking and teasing again, even if a little half-heartedly. Besides, he was always a good sport, and Ebony was fairly sure that he was already thinking up a way that he could get his revenge. "It's actually quite refreshing. You should try it." Pippin said as he pulled himself to his feet, and grabbing a second pitcher from the night stand, and started making his way towards Merry who had already arisen and was moving backwards, mostly to make sure that poor Violet did not get caught in the crossfire.

Ebony let out a squeal of delight as Pippin chased his cousin, tossing water frantically until he had finally dumped a fair amount over the poor hobbits head, and he began spluttering. Soon they were all wrestling on the floor laughing almost the same as they would have back in the Shire, until they heard someone clearing their throat at the door.

"Humph…" They all looked up to see the stern eyes of Gandalf glaring down at them, though even he could not hide the amusement tugging at the corner of his mouth. "This is how you return the hospitality of our generous hosts. I'd say it's a miracle you haven't torn this room apart. Though it's not far off from that as it is."

"We're sorry Mr. Gandalf." Ebony apologized, though it was not very convincing amidst her giggles, and anticipating his demands offered "We'll clean it up right away."

"See that you do." The wizard said with an exaggerated huff, though none of them were fooled. He as much as any of them was grateful to see the three troublemakers back to their merry selves, though his eyes then strayed to the poor lone figure on the bed, who should have been celebrating with them. "We certainly do not want Violet waking up to this mess."

"Oh Violet wouldn't mind," Pippin said, nonchalantly. "She'd probably be more upset about missing the fun."

"Yes," Merry agreed, the sadness and concern returning to her eyes. "She'd probably have a few ideas about how we could make the prank better."

"Yes," Ebony agreed, her tone almost reverent as she thought of her dear friends natural leadership skills. "She was a master."

"Hobbits…" Gandalf muttered under his breath, before turning his attention more to business. "Peregrin and Ebony Took, change into some fresh clothes and fetch some towels to dry the floor. And Pippin, prepare some clothes so that Meriadoc can change once you return. Meanwhile, we will remain her with Violet."

Neither hobbit bothered to even try to argue, and both took off to fulfill Gandalf's orders without another word. Ebony finished changing first, and was looking around for one of the Elves who could direct her towards where she could find towels and other cleaning supplies necessary for the task at hand, when she heard a familiar voice call out to her. "May I help you?"

Ebony turned to see Arwen, the she-elf whom had been so instrumental in the rescue of her friends, approaching from down the hall. Slightly in awe of this woman's beauty and grace, and infinitely grateful for the help that she had provided them that fateful night, she gave a quick and respectful curtsy. "I am sorry to say my Lady, my kin and I made a bit of a mess as we were keeping watch in Violet's room, and I was looking for something to help us clean." Ebony admitted, unsure of how the elf would react to the news, but the warm smile that crossed her face soon put Ebony's concerns at ease.

"Come, I will show you." Ebony smiled and nodded in gratitude, before falling in step beside Arwen. "I am sorry that your visit to our people has been under such dire circumstances, but I hope you and your friends and kin have been comfortable during your stay here."

"Oh yes," Ebony was quick to assure. "You and your people have done so much for us. Especially for Frodo and Violet. I am sure we could never fully express our gratitude."

"There is no need." Arwen said kindly. "I am only glad that I was able to be of assistance."

Ebony hesitated a moment, her thoughts again going back to that night, and Mina's words to Merry just before Arwen's arrival. How she had mentioned any of their willingness to sacrifice for one another, and the self-doubts that had been tugging at the back of her mind ever since. She thought about how this she-Elf, a complete stranger, had been willing to risk everything to help their friends. She wasn't sure if it was appropriate, but she had to ask the growing question on her mind. "Were you frightened? Taking off alone with those wraiths on your tale?"

Arwen appeared a bit surprised by the question. "Yes." She admitted without shame or embarrassment. "Though I'm sure, no more frightened than the rest of you."

"How did you do it?" Ebony persisted, and this time Arwen took a moment to consider her answer.

"Because I knew there was no other choice. Frodo and Violet needed to get to Rivendell as soon as possible or they were not going to make it. I knew my Father could heal them if I only made it in time. I was the fastest rider. I could not leave them to their fate." She explained, though this answer only made Ebony feel worse. Her friends had needed her that night on Weathertop, and yet she had done nothing. Perhaps she was simply not as brave and strong as her friends. "Besides, I knew that I would not truly be alone. I had the strength and power of my people with me.."

"But you weren't in Rivendell yet." Ebony pointed out, confused by the comment. "You were not within the bounds of your people's power. They couldn't help you. You were alone."

Arwen smiled patiently at the young hobbitess. "That is the secret of true power, my young friend. It comes from knowing that none of us are truly alone. We always have the love and guidance of our friends and family to guide us along our path, and give us the strength and courage that we need to face whatever tasks come our way."

Ebony considered this for a moment. She thought about everything they had experienced on their journey so far. The ways in which they had depended on one another throughout to keep moving forward towards completing their mission. She thought particularly of everything that her friends had done to help her specifically. And while the thought filled her heart with love and gratitude, it also made her wonder if she could ever give back nearly as much as she had given.

"Courage is not always about grand acts of valor." Arwen continued, almost as if she could read the doubts and insecurities in Ebony's mind. "It can also be found in the great strength it requires to stand back and watch as our loved ones carry heavy burdens and face their own tasks."

"Like Strider, when he allowed you to leave." Ebony realized, and she nodded solemnly. "You care for one another, don't you?" Again Arwen nodded, a small loving smile spreading across her face, not the least bit hesitant or concerned about acknowledging her relationship with the rider.

"I do not know what lies ahead for you and your friends, or what courage may be required of you," She continued and this caught Ebony's attention. She had figured that as soon as Frodo and Violet were recovered (and she had no doubt in her mind that they would recover) "But dark times are coming to all of our lands. And your friends will need you with them no matter what may come. And I have no doubt, young Ebony Took, that you will be ready when that time comes."

Ebony beamed at the compliment from this woman she had come to admire a great deal in the short time they had known one another. "Thank you, my Lady. I will do my best to prove you right."

**J.S.**

For what felt like ages, Violet had been gripped in a dark and seemingly ongoing abyss. The only images that filled her mind, were that of the Wraith as his blade bit through her skin as his attempt to reach the ring bearer. Violet's own screams continued to echo, over and over again in her ears, soon joined by Frodo's, Jessa's and even Merry's. Before being drowned out by the Witch King himself, taunting her, beckoning her to succumb to the blackness. She could still remember the feel of her blood seemingly turning to ice, the slowing of her own heartbeat. And then just as she had been sure she could endure no more, a light had come to penetrate the darkness. In that light, was the face of an Elf. He spoke words that she could not understand, and yet they seemed to penetrate to her very core. And then the darkness returned and she was lost to the world again. Until now.

Violet's body ached, and she felt a particularly stiffness in her left shoulder, though she could not remember why. She strained to hear the sounds of her brother's as they went through their usual routine of preparing for the day, pushing to get their fair share of the morning's breakfast, before setting out for another long day's work. She imagined Rosie would be in soon, with the same kind if not exasperated reprimand as always. Perhaps, even bringing her breakfast in bed. She would welcome all of that, after the nightmare she had just been through.

Pushing against the heaviness of her eyelids, Violet forced them open, only to find herself still surrounded by darkness. Her heart began to pound in her chest, as she questioned the reality of her dreams and whether they were truly over or not. Then as she forced herself to take steadying breaths, and her eyes adjusted to the dimness, she realized it was not nearly as dark as the visions that had held her captive for who knew how long. She was in a large bed, in a room with an arched ceiling, starlight faintly filtering in through the open windows. And she was not alone, another hobbit lass sat in a chair at the bedside, looking nearly asleep herself. That is until their gazes met.

"Mina?" She murmured, as her friend's face came into perspective. The hobbit lass eyes grew wide, and then shone with light, as she nearly pounced onto the bed, enveloping Violet in tight embrace, which her tired and sore muscles protested most vehemently.

"Violet! You're awake!"

"Yes," She replied, a little taken aback by her friends enthusiasm, and still disoriented as to what was going on. "Where are we?" And then everything came flooding back with perfect clarity, and Violet bolted upright in her seat. "Jessa? Frodo?"

"They're alright." Mina assured, her voice maintaining the steady firmness that Violet so appreciated of her friend. "Jessa wasn't hurt, thanks to you. Frodo is still recovering from his own stab wound, but thanks to Master Elrond he is on the mend as well. Jessa's with him now."

Violet sighed in relief at this news, easing back down gently to rest against the bed with Mina's help. Now that she knew here friends were okay, her curiosity peaked again, and she was eager to hear whatever news Mina could provide. "Master Elrond? The same Elrond from Mr. Bilbo's stories?"

Mina smiled excited and nodded her head, "Yes, the very same. Oh Violet, he is just as Mr. Bilbo described him. And so is Rivendell for that matter. It's beautiful here. I can't wait for you to meet him and see all of it for yourself."

"We made it then." Violet said, not sure how to feel about this news, seeing as it seemed to imply that the quest upon which they had inadvertently set out was seemingly coming to an end. After everything that had happened, Violet supposed she should be relieved by the thought, but she wasn't. Perhaps it was because she had the most peculiar lingering impression that there was unfinished to attend to. She wasn't entire sure what. Perhaps the ring. Or perhaps the Witch King himself. The mere thought should have terrified her, and yet Violet found she was filled with resolution. Whatever lay ahead, she was determined to face it head on.

"Yes," Mina confirmed again. "You and Frodo arrived first, with the help of Lady Arwen. You'll love her as well. The others and I have been here for almost two days."

"Two days." Violet repeated, shaking her head at the news. "And I've been lying here in bed the entire time. What a waste."

Mina laughed, again reaching to embrace her friend tightly, which Violet fiercely returned. "I've missed you Vi. It's good to have you back."

"You didn't think you could get rid of me that easily, did you?" Vi asked, with her typical teasing and confident air.

"Not for a second." Mina responded, and the two shared a knowing smile. There was no need for additional words. That was how it had always been between the two of them. Though Mina spent a great deal of effort trying to spread her time among each of their friends, while Violet remained primarily with Merry, Pippin and Ebony the two of them shared a certain understanding and bond that did not dim with time nor distance.

"Tell me everything about your journey. How are the others? What have you been doing all this time, while I've been shamelessly sleeping?"

Mina filled Violet in on everything, from Arwen's arrival at the camp and bravely volunteering to take the ailing hobbits the rest of the way, the near mutiny of Sam and Merry against Strider for his allowing this to take place, to their anxious journey to Rivendell. Violet was surprised, but pleased to learn that both Gandalf and Bilbo were present in the last homely house of the elves as well. She couldn't wait to be reunited with them, a part of her wanting to scold the wizard for a change for leaving them alone on this little adventure when they certainly could have used his help; though she knew deep down there must be a good reason for this. She laughed to hear about the mischief that Ebony and Pippin had caused in her room, in an effort to boost their friends' morale, starting water fights and nearly driving poor Gandalf mad with his efforts to control the young hobbits' antics.

"I wish I could have seen it." She sighed, in contentment, to know that her friends had fared alright all things considered in her absence.

"Me too," Mina agreed. "I was helping Mr. Bilbo at the time, though Pippin's descriptions were quite detailed."

"Probably an exaggeration, knowing Pip." Violet smirked.

"Probably," Again they shared a knowing smile, before Violet dared to ask the question that had been at the back of her mind.

"And Sam?" Mina's face became slightly more guarded at the question, and Violet felt her heart sink in her chest.

"He's been doing alright," She (Mina) hedged, evasively. "You know Sam. He's strong. And stubborn. I think it would take more than a couple of Ring Wraiths to break his spirits."

"Yes, I imagine." Violet agreed, her heart aching as she imagined Sam's kind face. Although her memories after being scraped by the Morgul blade were fuzzy at best, she felt she could recall some of Sam's fierceness and desperation in defending Frodo and seeking for his aid and recovery. She longed to imagine that he might react that same way for her, have shown that same level of concern. Yet part of her was sure she already knew the answer. Still she had to hear it for herself. "Has he come to visit?"

Again Mina hesitated, and that was all the confirmation that Violet needed. "He has come once or twice, with Mr. Bilbo and I. He's mostly been with Jessamine in Frodo's room. We did our best to coordinate things so that neither of you would ever be alone." She explained, but this did not make Violet feel any better. She had thought she would be used to this disappointment where Sam was concerned by now. But she wasn't. Perhaps, that was the real reason she dreaded for this adventure to be over. Part of her had hoped that being away from Rosie's shadow, out here in the wild, perhaps she could finally have a chance to catch the hobbits eye. Get her to see her, the way she had always hoped that he would. But that didn't seem to be the case.

"Of course." She said as if this were merely the most natural news in the world, which retrospectively it probably was, and doing her best to hide her true feelings. But she could tell her friend was not fooled. "They are best friends after all. And he did make that promise to Gandalf. I'm glad Frodo has a friend like Sam. He certainly needs one with everything that's happened."

"Don't we all?" Mina agreed in a half joking manner, before becoming more somber. "You have friends too, you know."

"I know." Violet cut her off, before she could continue, not wanting to be the subject of her friend's pity. "And I appreciate you being here for me, Mina. I really do. It means a lot."

"I've certainly been here as much as I could, but you should know," She said in acknowledgement, catching Violet's attention. "Merry has hardly left your side, since we arrived in Rivendell. And only when I or Gandalf himself has forced him to rest or eat or some other inconvenient task like that." Violet's eyes widened in surprise at the news. Though she wasn't entirely sure why she should be taken aback by the comment. After all, as she thought back on her life, Merry's was the face that most often came to mind. His blue eyes sparkling with mischief and intelligence, a ready smile or smirk twitching at the corner of his mouth; and then there was the serious tone they took on when he was trying to solve a problem. He was her best friend. Always had been. Always would be. So why did she feel almost as if all of this information were dawning on her for the first time. And why did it seem to be hitting differently? "In fact, I'd better send for him, or he'll truly wring my neck when he finds out I've kept you so long all to myself." Mina was just getting to her feet to do so, when they both heard a sound at the door.

"Violet!" The hobbit in question was standing there, those same eyes filled with a mixture of concern, hope, relief and joy as he sprinted into the room, and nearly tackled Violet on the bed. She laughed as she eagerly returned his embrace.

"Merry!" She cried, and was frustrated to find a few actual tears spill down her cheeks as she was reunited with her best friend. What was wrong with her? She was never weak like this. But Merry didn't seem the least bit concerned, his own eyes appearing to glisten slightly, though Violet was sure that was only a trick of the starlight. Nonchalantly, he brushed the tears away, before pulling back to give her a once over as if to make sure she were really there and he wasn't imagining things. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I'm ready to get out of this bed." She said flippantly, before giving him a playful slap on the shoulder.

"Oi!" He cried out in startled surprise. "What was that for?"

"Getting into a water fight without me." She returned indignantly. "Mina was telling me about the mischief you, Pip, and Ebony have been getting up to these last few days. I can't believe you would allow me to sleep through it. And I thought we were friends."

Merry only shook his head and laughed in response. "I'm surprised you could sleep through that racket. You know how Pip and Bonnie get when they're in a pranking mood."

"Oh yes, just Pip and Ebony."

"Naturally," Merry agreed. "I was certain Gandalf was about to murder them, when he came in the last time, a few vases broken and water everywhere. I don't think even the elves were so uptight."

"You'll have to tell me all about it." And he did. The two friends continued to talk animatedly, so much so that Violet didn't even notice as Mina slipped out of the room to let the others know the good news.

**J.S.**

Jessa's voice was sweet in the stillness of the morning, and the only thing that could break the tender melody of her song was the sound of Sam's deep breathing on the couch across the room. Jessa was unsure whether he was truly asleep, or simply trying to afford his cousin the respect of some privacy during their vigil. Either way, she was grateful. Leaning down, she gently brushed some of Frodo's dark curls out of his face, the way she had countless times over the past two days since their arrival. Two days which had felt more like an eternity.

"Frodo is lucky to have such devoted friends." A familiar voice said from behind her, and Jessa nearly jumped out of her seat, before relaxing as she turned to see none other than Gandalf at the door. He was observing the scene with a kind understanding gaze, and Jessa blushed at the compliment, even as she stood to give the wizard a small hug. She closed her eyes, and breathed in the wizard's strength and wisdom. Something she greatly needed at this moment. Although she was grateful for all of her friends, and especially Sam's support over the last few days, nothing made Jessa feel safer or more hopeful than knowing that the Wizard was nearby. She only wished that he had been able to accompany them earlier.

"We are lucky to have him." She said, pulling away and returning to her seat, the wizard coming to stand beside her. They remained there in companionable silence

"Jessa! Jessa! Did you hear the good news?" The younger hobbit lass practically demanded as she came bounding into the room. "Violet's awake! She woke up in the middle of the night. I wanted to come and get you immediately, but Mina insisted we should wait until morning, so you and Sam could keep the night watch with Frodo."

"Vi's awake?" Jessa asked, feeling both instantaneously relieved and nervous about her friend's recovery.

"Yes!" Ebony said with a happy laugh. "She's insisting that she's ready to get out of bed, though Merry and Mina have been trying to convince her to take things slow. But you know Violet. I doubt they'll be able to convince her to stay put for much longer."

"She's a head strong hobbit lass," Gandalf agreed, with feigned contempt, though Jessa could see the twinkle of admiration if not exasperation in his eyes as he thought of the other girls' many misadventures. "I am sure her recovery from this point on will be speedy."

"Of course." Ebony agreed, as if it were the most natural and obvious fact in the world. "And Lord Elrond has also said that he believes Frodo should awaken anytime now. Then we can all truly celebrate."

"I hope so." Jessa whispered under her breath, and only the wizard appeared to catch her words.

"Mina, told me to come and get you and Sam so you can see her as well. I can wait with Frodo while you're gone." Ebony offered generously, her eyes continuing to shine with excitement at the opportunity to share the wonderful news and be of service to her friends. Sam who had seemingly given up all pretense of sleeping, rose to his feet and nodded making his way towards the door. "Of course. We would love to see Violet, wouldn't we , Jessa?"

Jessa felt frozen to her seat, feeling utterly cornered by the situation, and not knowing what to do or say. Both hobbits were looking at her expectantly. And of course, why shouldn't she care to join her friend? Especially after she had saved her life? But Jessa couldn't bear the thought of being separated from Frodo, especially now if there was any chance that he might awaken soon. At least that's what she told herself, as she reluctantly shook her head. "Maybe later. I want to stay with Frodo a little longer, just in case. You two go ahead."

She encouraged, though she noticed Sam's hesitation. Besides having a crush on Rosie, Sam and the rest of the Gamgee's had been close family friends with the Cottons for as long as Jessa could remember. He was close to several of her brother's, and Jessa as well had spent a great deal of time with Violet since they were young. One of the many reasons they were such close friends. It was natural that he would want to see her. But Frodo was his best friend, and she knew he had shared her deep worry and concern over these past few days.

"But…" Both Ebony and Ebony started to protest, before Gandalf lay a reassuring arm on each of their shoulders.

"It's alright, my young hobbits. I will remain with Jessamine. I am sure we will all have the chance to be reunited shortly." He said, his voice kind but firm, inviting no opportunity for argument. Ebony shrugged in agreement, before giving her friend one last hug, and glancing over to share a concerned but hopeful and excited smile towards her own cousin.

"Let us know as soon as he's awake," She repeated the mantra of the past few days, and Jessa merely nodded in agreement, and with that Ebony reached out to take hold of Sam's arm, nearly pulling him along as she skipped towards the exit.

Unsure, he glanced back at his cousin, with an almost helpless expression calling out "I'll be back soon." She smiled and gave him a small wave of farewell, as the two of them slipped out the door.

Jessa could feel the Wizard's piercing gaze upon her, but she attempted to ignore this, turning all of her attention back to Frodo, making sure that he was comfortable in the bed, and any other excuse she could think of to avoid what she knew was inevitably coming.

"It's not Violet you fear to face." Instantly her head shot up, completely caught off guard by the comment. Of all the lectures that she had imagined him giving her at a time like this, none had started like this.

"I beg your pardon?"

"It's not Violet Cotton you fear to face." He repeated again, his tone neither judgemental or condemning. Simply a statement of fact. "Or Meriadoc Brandybuck, or any of your other friends for that matter. It's yourself." Jessa remained quiet, shocked at his ability to see right through her, and put into words what she had not been able to for herself. Though she knew she shouldn't be. It was Gandalf after all. "However, that is one confrontation I am afraid you will not be able to avoid, no matter how hard you may try."

"I keep playing that moment over and over again. Frodo's and Violet's screams. The fear. The agony. But if I'm being honest, I can't see myself doing anything different. I couldn't sit back and watch those terrible riders stab Frodo. I couldn't." Jessa's hands gripped tightly at the book the Elves had loaned her, almost against her will, as if somehow by doing so she could force the memory through sheer will. "How can I go in there and celebrate that she's doing better, when I know I am the reason we almost lost her in the first place? And that I would do it again, if given the chance? What kind of friend does that make me?"

"One that would do anything to save the ones she loves." Gandalf replied smoothly. "The same as Violet."

"Sometimes as much as I want Frodo to open his eyes, I'm almost terrified of the moment he does." Jessa admitted in a voice nearly above a whisper. "As terrible as the waiting and worrying has been, it's the only thing between me and facing the reality of what I have done."

"My dear young Hobbit lass," Gandalf finally said, placing a strong and reassuring hand upon her shoulder, and waiting until her gaze squarely met his to continue. "Frodo is not the only one who has had to carry a heavy burden since embarking on this adventure. You and each of your friends have endured far more than any person should ever have to. Such is the nature of these times. But you have done it together. Do not make the mistake of taking on weight that is not yours to bear, and certainly not trying to do so by yourself."

Jessa attempted to look away again, not daring to grasp at the redemption that he was offering her, but he would not allow her to shrug off his words so easily.

"Your desire to save Frodo, along with Violet's desire to save you were admirable. No one could blame either of your for your choices that night. But in the end, my friend, it does not really matter what others may think or say. You are the one who must decide how this moment will define you. Whether you will allow it to fill your heart with a darkness not unlike the Morgul blade which struck your friends, or find the strength to extend towards yourself the grace of forgiveness."

"I'm not sure I know how…" Jessa admitted, and Gandalf gave her an encouraging smile as he wrapped his arm around her.

"You will find a way." He promised. "The path towards healing will not end when Frodo awakens, neither for him, nor the rest of you. But I have no doubt that you will find your way to do so. Together." Jessa turned into the wizards embrace, allowing for the first time since that horrible night on Weathertop for a few tears to fall down her cheeks. He did not make any comment, only held her tight, until another voice broke the comfortable silence.

"Jessa?" For a moment she froze, not even daring to breathe. With every ounce of courage and strength she possessed, she forced herself to glance up to see where Frodo was clearly stirring in the bed, though his eyes remained closed. "Where am I?"

"You are in the House of Elrond," Gandalf answered confidently, releasing Jessa and leaning back in his chair, pulling out his pipe and taking a long satisfied draw. "And it is ten o'clock in the morning on October the 24th, if you want to know."

"Gandalf!" Frodo cried, as his piercing blue eyes finally opened, and turning to the sound of the wizards voice, he took in the sight of their beloved friend and mentor.

"Yes, I am here," Gandalf assured, before giving a gentle but emphatic gaze as he continued, "and you're lucky to be here too. A few more hours and you would have been beyond our aid, but you have some strength in you my dear hobbit." He smiled proudly, and Jessa wanted to let out a sob of pure joy, but she found she still could not seem to move a muscle. That is, until Frodo's gaze slowly turned to meet hers. In that instance it was as if whatever spell had been laid on her was broken, and before she even knew what she was doing, Jessa had leapt forward, throwing her arms around him, and nearly tackling him out of the bed in her excitement.

"Frodo!"

"Jessa!" He cried her name with equal delight, wrapping his good arm around her, and not even the sting of feeling the touch of the ring beneath his shirt could take away from the pure ecstasy of the moment. "You're alright?" He pulled back slightly, to look her over, concern coming over his face as blurred memories of those last precious moments before he had been stabbed seemed to return. "You were there. When the rider pulled his blade. You tried to get in the way? Did he? Did he strike you?"

"No." She assured him, moving to sit back on the edge of the bed, giving him room to struggle to sit upright, and she noticed he was favoring his left side which was still wrapped in cloth over the wound and the soon to be scar which would forever stand to remind them of their experiences. He reached out and took her hand into his, making Jessa both blush slightly and smile all the brighter at the gesture. "Violet pushed me out of the way just in time."

"Violet?" He asked, narrowing his eyes as he struggled to remember. "Is she…"

"She's fine." Jessa answered before he could even finish the question. "She was scraped by the blade as the Wraith was going to stab you. But she is also on the mend. She actually woke up just this morning. You know Violet. She always has to be the first at everything."

"That she does." He smiled at the thought, before again forcing her to fully meet his gaze.

"And you're sure you're alright?"

She laughed, shaking her head at his concern, when he was the one on the verge of a long recovery. "I am now. Everything is alright now."

"Yes. It is." He agreed, and the two shared a smile, before Frodo returned his attention to their companion, who was watching them with a satisfied smile on his face. "What happened Gandalf?" The Wizard's brow wrinkled in confusion at the question, and Frodo clarified "Why didn't you meet us?"

"Oh, I'm sorry Frodo. I was delayed." His face took on the same pained, regretful and distant look it always did when any of the others (particularly Sam and Mina) had pestered him with this question. The two hobbits shared a concerned glance, before Frodo spoke again in an attempt to wake him from his near trancelike state.

"Gandalf what is it?"

"Hmmm…" Gandalf shook his head, as if to clear it, before giving both hobbits a reassuring smile, though neither was convinced. "Nothing Frodo."

Before either of them could press further, a blonde blur came racing into the room, performing a nearly identical tackle to Jessa's from earlier, barely avoiding knocking her onto the floor in the process. "Frodo! Frodo!"

"Sam!" He cried in delight upon seeing his best friend, who reached out to take Frodo's other available hand.

"Bless you, you're awake." Sam replied, in obvious relief and joy, making Frodo laugh, the sound warming Jessa's heart and inviting a nearly giddy giggle to escape from her as well.

"Sam and Jessa have hardly left your side." Gandalf informed him, and Frodo turned to look in wonder at his two friends.

"We were that worried about you, weren't we Mr. Gandalf?" Sam said with earnestness.

"Of course we were." Jessa agreed. "You didn't think we were about to leave you alone did you, in your moment of greatest need? If Sam can't even lose sight of you in a field in the shire." She teased her cousin, earning herself a small playful slap on the arm, though it was clear by the looks on the other's faces that none of them were convinced by her attempt at lightening the mood.

"By the skills of Lord Elrond, you're beginning to mend." Gandalf interrupted before the cousins could continue to argue, turning his head, to direct their attention to the Elf who was just coming into the room.

"Welcome to Rivendell Frodo Baggins." He respectfully greeted the hobbit, and Frodo nodded respectfully, finding no words sufficient to express his gratitude. Meanwhile Jessa gripped tightly to her best friend's hand. Frodo was alright. He was here with her again. And she was sure that as long as that remained true, she could face whatever the future might hold.

Hey everyone! I know it has been a while since I've been able to post (understatement of the year). It's been a crazy couple of years, and this chapter has been particularly difficult for me to write. I want to do these characters and this story justice. I know it's a little long, but I hope you enjoy. Please let me know your thoughts! Thank you!