Frodo had been begging papa for a puppy for weeks. Ever since Old Hardbottle Gaffer's lab had given birth to four beautiful puppies. His pleas had so far gotten him nowhere.

No, mama had said, “I have enough work to do. I don't need to be watching both a rambunctious hobbit babe and puppy to boot.”

Even Papa had agreed with her. “Now, Frodo my lad, you know that puppies are a lot of work and they need lots of training. You would have to walk and feed him every day and eventually they grow up and become a dog. They won't stay small forever.”

Papa had then tried to get his young son to want a bunny for a pet instead, something that he could keep caged and out of the way. Or more like, out from under his wife's foot. Though Frodo did love bunnies they were not as much fun to play with as a puppy. So, every day he continued to beg and plead for one.

He was lonely, he had no other siblings, though he had asked his mother if she would convince papa and get him a little brother to play with. Instead of getting a happy chuckle from his mother she had broken down into tears, fleeing the room. The display confused Frodo and it would take many years for him to realize he had inadvertently caused his mother a deep pain. She had never been able to have any more children.

However, now he was a child and though he loved his parents he was bound and determined he would have himself a pet. Any pet would do. A slithering snake sat sleeping on a rock, the sunlight warming his skin.

Frodo smiled and contemplated bringing it home. Mama hadn't responded well to the frog he brought home just last week. It took about ten seconds, for her to demand him return it to the pond at once. The snake he wouldn't even be able to get in past the door.

His stomach growled and Frodo realized he was over due for a snack. So, Frodo turned away from the lake and headed for the apple orchard. He had just reached the first of the trees when he spotted a beautiful horse.

She was standing on her hind legs and was trying desperately to reach the top of the trees where only the remaining apples had been left. Frodo's family and relatives just last week had harvested the orchard, leaving only the top apples, which would be picked tomorrow.

The horse was truly a beautiful sight, but so big. At least to him it seemed big. Moving towards her he had just about reached her side when she had finally lowered her front legs. She let out what seemed like an angry snort and then realized she had a visitor.

They eyed each other for a long time. Frodo had never seen a horse with a protruding horn before. He wondered what type of horse she was.

The unicorn stared equally back at the small creature before her. She did not know what species it was. She had only just come into this area, for the lands seemed green and peaceful and she had yearned for peace since leaving the East. Too many horrors, too much loss. It had been all to much for her and so she had come here alone seeking solace. Hungry, she had spotted the apple orchard and sought a nice sweet apple to tied her over. But all of the lower part of the trees had been picked clean. As tall as she was, she just could not reach the top to get to the last few left.

“What creature are you? Not an annoying and greedy human, not a disgusting horrid Orc and certainly not a fair elf. Although you are quite fair in your own right.”

It was then that the unicorn had noticed a light shining inside the small creature. It was not too bright but someday, it would shine. Ah, this one's aura was indeed powerful. He was destined for something great. It was then she felt the pain too, something horrible would also happen to this one. One that did not deserve such pain.

“Did you want an apple?” Frodo had asked.

She looked on at the small one and bowed her head twice.

Smiling, young Frodo hurried to the tree and before her very eyes began to climb up it. It took only a few seconds for him to reach the top and collect the longed for prize. He rejoined her a few minutes later and with a bundle of apples in his pockets. He took out the first and offered it to her.

The unicorn paused and then stepped forward and took the apple, munching on it and delighting at the juiciness of it. She had never tasted anything so sweet. It filled her senses and she whinnied in joy. Smiling at the horses happiness, Frodo pulled out the second apple and gave it to her as well, followed quickly by the third apple and the fourth. When he pulled out the last apple, the unicorn instead backed away. Frodo realized she was letting him have the last one for himself.

Then she did something completely out of character, even for one of her kind. She bent one of her legs and lowered herself ever so slightly with her head down. Frodo was quite taken back by this graceful bow.

Then she stood once more and her right hoof patted the ground three times. Unable to help himself, Frodo approached her and touched her long hair. It felt so soft and so silky. Not like Rain or Peony, his Uncle and Aunt Dora's ponies. They were sweet and kind ponies but not as stunningly beautiful nor had fur or horse hair so soft.

“You're a pretty pony! Want to come home and be my new pet?”

The unicorn snorted. “Horse, he thinks I am a horse? How ridiculous a notion.”

Frodo frowned. “I know, my mama wouldn't let me keep you anyways. I am not sure, but I don't think you would fit in my bedroom. I sure wish mama would let me have a pet of my own. I wish she would let me have a puppy. Just one. I get so lonely sometimes. Nobody ever wants to play with me.”

Frodo continued to stroke her sides and mane, not realizing that as he was speaking her horn began to shimmer and then returned to normal. The unicorn nudged her head to the side and brushed it against Frodo's neck and shoulder, before lowering herself to the ground, and in response Frodo put his arms around her and climbed aboard.

Seconds later he felt as if he was riding the wind. She moved quickly and yet carefully along the forest and hills. She galloped to and fro, still mindful of the small burden who sat on her with his fingers tightly clutching to her mane.

It seemed to Frodo just a short ride, though it had actually been hours, she had traced the entire area and while checking out a hill, she had seen more of the small creatures in the valley below.

“Those are my kin. Hobbits, that is what we are called.”

She returned to the orchard and lowered herself so he could get down. When he did, Frodo held out his hand to her and she nuzzled his hand once more.

It was then that Frodo heard a voice calling his name. “That's my mama. I have to go now. I suppose I won't ever see you again?”

She seemed to understand his words and sadly shook her head. Frodo felt tears come to his eyes and he raised his hand. “Bye bye horsie!”

With a turn, she was half way across the field before the second hobbit came into the Orchard. She watched as the woman grabbed her little faunt and held him tightly in her arms.

“Frodo! What am I going to do with you! I don't know whether to spank you or kiss you.” She opted to kiss him. “You scared me out of my wits when I realized you were gone. Please, please don't take off like that on me again.”

“I'm sorry, mama. I won't do it again. I promise.” And Frodo was true with his promise. He never did.

She watched them with great envy. It had been such a long time since she had a mama. Someone to love her. Ever since the darkness came from that place in the far east, she had traveled a long lonely road. She had been searching for others of her kind. So far, she had not found a single unicorn.

At least that little faunt had his mama. She turned to head further into the orchard when she spotted something just beyond the trees. A large white figure with a shinny golden horn protruding from its forehead. She jumped for joy and hurried after the figure. He waited for her, glad to also find someone at last of his own kind.

He had come from the south, seeking a peaceful land and others of his own. For many years he had searched and now... now he would no longer be alone. They checked each other out for a few minutes and then they were off, running at full speed, side by side.

***

Frodo remembered that day when he had gotten home his father had a surprise waiting for him. It seemed his parents had changed their minds and had gotten him one of the lab puppies.

He had named him, strangely enough Horsie. Horsie had stayed with them until the death of his parents. He had been shipped off then to Brandy hall and of course no dogs were allowed at the hall. So, not only had Frodo been forced to deal with the death of his parents, but also the loss of his own pet. He had cried every day for a month. However Uncle Saradoc remained firm, as much as he wanted to bend for his young nephew, he would not allow any dogs to live in Brandy hall.

Horsie had been taken in by a kind and loving widow, and lived out the remainder of his years well care for. Horsie died a few years later from old age. For Frodo the years that came after were long and lonely ones, but then, eventually of course, Uncle Bilbo came and Frodo's life changed for the better.

It was during his first week at Bilbo's that Frodo had found the mythical book of beasts. Inside Frodo had found an unusual picture of a horse and had questioned Bilbo about it. Oh, how Bilbo had laughed when he heard Frodo call the picture of the four legged animal a horse.

“My dearest lad,” when Bilbo had been able to finally speak. “That is not a horse. That is a Unicorn.”

“A unicorn?”

“A mythical creature, said to be immortal, created when Middle-Earth was still young and new. They were a favorite of the Valar and a creature prized by the elves. They are said to be magical too.”

“In what way?”

“There horns are said to be able to cure others of wounds and injuries even from poison. They are said to bring great fortune when seen. And even grant wishes. Nothing like bringing back the dead or such nonsense, but they can create little ripples that can bring about a simple wish to come true.”

Frodo smiled at the thought. “Like wanting a puppy?”

“What was that lad?”

“Nothing, Uncle. How wonderful a creature. Where are they? Why haven't I seen one in such a--I mean, why haven't I seen any?”

Bilbo sadly closed the book and headed for the kitchen to make a spot of tea. When he handed his young nephew and heir a cup, he took his own and sat down at the table. Joining Bilbo, Frodo waited for the story to come. He didn't have to wait long.

“It is not common knowledge, however when I was in Rivendell a few years ago, I was looking in the library when I found this book. Elrond entered while I was looking at it and I had asked him the same question. The image of that unicorn just spoke to me. So, I asked him, 'Where are the unicorns?'”

When Bilbo grew silent, Frodo prodded him. “Uncle? Where are the unicorns?”

“They no longer exist.”

Frodo blanched at the thought. “What do you mean?”

“It is said, many centuries ago, during the days of Sauron, when he still had form, he and his dominions, the orcs, searched all the lands of Middle-earth for any and all unicorns and when he found them he hunted and killed. He had their horns taken, the only way to kill a unicorn, and used it to increase his powers and magic. It is said that he tracked down all of them sparing not a single one. That is why we no longer see anymore unicorns.”

Frodo gasped and had felt pain of great sadness shoot through him. “Oh Bilbo. That is horrible.”

Frodo now wondered if that unicorn had been the last of her kind. The Last unicorn?

“Perhaps one could have survived. Surely?”

Bilbo shrugged his shoulders. “Anything is possible. Now, how about we change this morbid discussion and get ready for supper? Mushroom pie and some apple bread?”

Frodo smiled and nodded. “That would be lovely, Uncle, and can we invite Sam?”

“Naturally. As long as it is alright with the Gaffer. Go make sure.”

And Frodo was off, heading for the garden.

***

Frodo returned to the present and shook his head in disbelief. “Horsie? I mean... I mean unicorn. Are you the same one I saw as a child?”

She bowed her head and lifted her right hoof and though it was painful to use the left hoof to support her weight, she pawed the earth three times.

“It is you!” Before Frodo realized it, he was hugging her. She was slightly startled by this but then calmed and lowered her head on Frodo's neck. It was always nice to meet old friends.

“I wish I had an apple to give you...” Frodo then pulled away and stared up at the sky. “This storm is going to be a full blown blizzard. Come, please come with me. You need shelter and that leg needs tending. Trust me...”

Frodo turned and started for home. He paused and waited and he smiled to see she had begun to follow him.

3

The ponies eyes widened when the door opened and Frodo entered with the special arrival behind him. They were completely spell bound by the appearance of the unicorn. He brought her over to the last stall and quickly gathered fresh hay and with a clean blanket and put it down on the ground. The Unicorn seemed to pause, as if thinking this through.

Frodo saw the gate and quickly secured it so it would stay open. That way at anytime she could come out. Once he did this, she came into the stall. “Wait here, I will go get some water and some bandages.”

Frodo did not know how long he was gone, to him it seemed like forever, before he got to the homestead and retrieved the things he thought he would need and was quickly making his way back. Frodo was just entering the barn when he spotted a familiar form stroking the Unicorn and speaking soft elvish words in her ears.

“Legolas! What brings you here my friend?”

Legolas turned to Frodo and smiled continuing to whisper into the unicorns ear. “You cannot be in safer hands, dearest one. For this is Frodo the Ringbearer. The most gentlest of hearts.”

The unicorn did not disagree. “Well, yes, I am quite aware of that already. Thank you, Elf Prince.”

Addressing Frodo, Legolas nodded at the hobbit. “Sam sent me. He has the children and is waiting though the storm at Joquin's home. They managed to fix the roof just in time. I was passing by when he asked me if I would check on you. It seems you are also seeing to the care of others in need.”

Frodo laughed and told Legolas what had happened, recounting the story also of when he was a child. When he had finished, Legolas gave the mother unicorn another pat. “You indeed were greatly blessed, Frodo. I myself have never met a unicorn. I believe my father saw them once, long ago ... before the darkness.”

The unicorn stamped her foot and started to tremble. She was shaking. Legolas assisted the unicorn to the blanket and then, with Frodo's help, bandaged the wound.

“Do you think she will be alright, Legolas?”

The elf prince only looked at the unicorns abdomen and slowly began to touch it. The unicorn let out a soft whinny. “She should recover, Frodo. The leg is not broken and it appears to be just a flesh wound. My great concern at the moment is that she is very near her time.”

Frodo couldn't believe it. “What? You mean... you mean now?”

Legolas grinned. “You have been through this a few times, you should be use it, my dearest Hobbit.”

“With Hobbit babies, yes. With humans, not unicorns!”

Legolas couldn't help it and laughed. “Frodo, it is the same as humans, hobbits or even elves giving birth. She will do most of the work. We must allow nature to take its course. However, she may need our support.”

“Can you communicate with her at all, Legolas?”

“To a degree. They are more like sensations, images rather than speech. Although, I am fairly certain she can understand us quite clearly.”

“I thought so. When I spoke to her earlier, she acted as if she understood my words. So, what do we do now?”

“We wait.”

***

The storm indeed became a full blown blizzard and it was quite the distance for Frodo to make his way to the smials. He checked on Jaina, Estella and Di with the children. All seemed to be well. Jaina, of course, would remain over night. Estella was not going to allow a sixteen year old girl make her way home in this horrible storm.

Although, Frodo did not go into detail he mentioned a hurt animal and that he and Legolas were caring for it in the barn. It appeared to also be pregnant.

“You don't mind watching the little ones?” Frodo had asked, feeling indeed he had put Jaina and Estella in a bad position.

“Frodo!” Di had replied, after a bit of a coughing fit. “Don't be ridiculous, they are darlings to look after. (sniffle) In fact they are napping now and it would be a sin to wake them and make them go with you to the barn. Let them stay here and be warm. Go, take care of that poor creature in the barn. Achoo!” She finished dipping her nose and mouth into a handkerchief.

Frodo had smiled at the ladies and then quickly headed back to the barn. When Frodo returned he found that the unicorn's breathing had changed and she was obviously having some pain and discomfort. Legolas had changed his own position and had one hand on her hind hip and the other holding back her tail to see how the progress of the birthing was coming along.

“Legolas?”

“I think the first is coming...”

Frodo and Legolas both watched as a head with a very small stump on its forehead emerged. The mother unicorn seemed to be pushing and within moments the first baby was born. Frodo and Legolas were both laughing and chuckling as the small faunt at once tried to stand on its own two legs. She was the spitting image of her mother, all white with a silver sheen and the stump was glittering like a diamond. However it couldn't quite make it and wound up on all fours. It was dazed and still weak.

Frodo's laughter stopped and, concerned, tried to go to the baby to help her when Legolas stayed his hand. “No, Frodo. She must stand on her own. This is important to all creatures. If she cannot, she will be rejected by her mother and left to die.”

“But--”

Before Frodo could continue the baby unicorn was attempting to try again. This time she succeeded, though a bit wobbly. She then let out a bellow and moved towards her mother. They nuzzled for a bit and then the baby laid down beside her. The mother attempted to clean her baby when the pains started again and she stopped to concentrate on other matters.

Frodo and Legolas returned to their positions, and not even ten minutes later, another baby unicorn entered the world. This one a male.

“Twins! Congratulations!” Frodo replied, giving the mother a kiss on the nose and gentle pat.

The ponies, who had been watching this event, seemed to be just as happy and made several approval whinnies.

The twin took a bit longer to find his balance, but he too managed to get to his feet. Then proudly walked to the stall, giving Frodo and Legolas an odd look before joining his twin sister and mother. However, the mother unicorn wasn't done and let out a painful wail.

Frodo and Legolas looked at each other in surprise and watched as the third and final unicorn entered the world. This one was different from the others. It was another girl, but smaller than her siblings. The others were the size of a full grown dog, while this little one looked like a baby goat. She, like her mother and siblings, also had a horn, yet this one was shining like sunlight. Several times, she attempted to stand only to fall back on the ground with a loud thud. After this continued for some time and seeing that she was making no progress, Frodo made his way towards the baby.

The mother and the twins seemed to be watching, and made no attempts to help.

“Frodo.” Legolas replied.

Frodo would not look back or answer. He moved to the faunt and taking her into his arms assisted her to her feet. The baby wobbled and when Frodo let her go, she fell back down again.

“Frodo.” Legolas attempted again. “If she cannot stand soon and on her own, she will be rejected. You must let her stand on her own. This is their way.”

Frodo only shook his head and glared at the whole lot of them. “It may be their way, it is not MY way. She needs help. I am not going to stand by and watch her die. And if she wants to think of herself as a mother when she rejects a helpless baby that is of her own blood then so be it! But, I don't call that being a mother!”

The female unicorn seemed to be jolted by these words, and whinned almost in a sad and even sorrowful way.

Frodo would not look at her or Legolas and continued to help the third baby, who was making soft cries in distress at still being unable to stand. It was almost as if she knew that if she didn't she would be left behind to die. Alone.

“Come on sweetie, you can do it. I believe in you. Come on now. One more time, I'll help you.”

And with Frodo's hands firmly under her belly to help her keep balance, she made another attempt to stand. Frodo let go, she wobbled and started to fall once again.

She moved quickly and it took both Legolas and Frodo by surprise as the mother, even with her still wounded leg, got to her third offspring and caught her with her head and horn preventing her from falling to the ground. She steadied the faunt and waited and then let go. This time, the baby stood. She was shaky, but she was standing. Frodo wept in relief.

***

The Storm was over. It was like a winter wonderland outside. Frodo and Legolas stared at it and then turned to look at the stall. The mother and her three babies were huddled together sound asleep. It was yet another beautiful sight that Frodo had ever seen. Once again, he could not help to thank the powers at be gracing him the return to Middle-Earth.

“I wonder where her mate is?” Frodo asked out of the blue.

Legolas turned to Frodo in confusion.

“Well, I am guessing she had a mate. Unless Unicorns can spontaneously have babies?”

Legolas shook his head. “No, she must have had a mate.”

“Could it have been a horse?”

“Possibly.” Legolas paused and cocked his head to the side, towards the unicorns and seemed to be listening. He closed his eyes.

“Legolas?”

“The Father was one of her kind, unicorn. She met him the same day she met you. He had come from the South and she from the East. They-- they were so happy and so in love. Many years of happiness. Then, they had left those woods, the woods of the Shire. They were heading back to his homeland. She was carrying the little ones and they... they were attacked by a pack of wild wargs.”

“No!” Frodo couldn't believe it. “They still exist! Even after all these years? I thought they were all killed!”

Legolas took Frodo's hand into his own as his eyes filled with tears. “Even after all these years, yes, Sauron's evil still exists to fester more wounds upon Middle-Earth. Alas, they came upon them and he... he held them off so she could flee. She believes he perished.”

Frodo sadly shook his head and made his way back to the mother unicorn. Her eyes were open and wet with tears. He fell to his knees and hugged her.

***

Frodo brought out some more hay, while Legolas had gone at once to inform Aragorn and Arwen of the special guests at the hobbits homestead. He was just setting out some of it when he noticed that the babies were desperately trying to feed off of their mother and seemed to be getting more and more distressed.

The mother, also, did not seem pleased. Frodo examined the area and checked the nipples to find they were dry. She was not producing milk. Frodo looked at the unicorn and then at the babies.

“Could it be your wound has stopped you from being able to produce milk?”

The Mother only looked blankly at Frodo. She did not know.

Sighing, Frodo tried to think this out. There is not knowing when or if she will start producing milk and in the meantime the babies are starving. Already they were making loud wails and were walking restlessly around the stall.

He had to do something. But what? An alternative perhaps? But what alternative? Then Frodo remembered the Cow.

“Nellie.”

And Frodo was up and running to the other side of the barn. Nellie, who had been resting most of the day, now awoke when the sound of a pail was placed underneath her. She glanced over and saw it was the master. Odd, where was Sam, he was the one that usually took milk from her. Or the other one, Frodo Lad. Though she liked Frodo, it was still rather odd to have him milking her. Besides, it was late in the day. Usually she was milked in the mornings only.

Pulling up his sleeves Frodo smiled. “It's been sometime, but some things you don’t forget.”

Before long he had a full pail of warm milk. Bringing it to the stall, he offered the pail to the hungry unicorn’s. They stared at it blankly, as if it was some kind of weird object.

“Drink.” Frodo replied. However, they turned away and tried once more to get milk from their mother. They came out empty handed and whinnied in distress.

Then Frodo realized why and was quickly making his way back to the smial.

***

Sam picked up the little ones in Estella and Di's smial and had Elanor send the lot of them up to the smial for a nap. He was about to follow when he was informed by Di that Frodo was in the barn.

“What is Frodo doing in the barn”

“Helping an injured animal that is pregnant.”

Sam raised both eyebrows and headed directly for the barn.

***

“One at a time please. I can only feed you one at a time!” Frodo replied as three hungry baby unicorns attempted to push one or the other of its siblings aside to get some milk that was now contained in a large bottle with a rubber nipple at the end of it. Frodo couldn't help but laugh at the lot of them. They were indeed very hungry.

Even the mother had settled down and was watching in pure enjoyment at the smart invention, that Frodo informed her would only be until she was healed and producing milk. Frodo looked up when he heard a gasp and a deep intake of air.

“Bless my soul, Frodo! Is that what I think it is? Unicorns?”

Frodo looked up at Sam and smiled. “Sam, would you be a dear and get two more baby bottles and give me a hand? These little ones are starving.”

4

It was not even a day later that the King himself made an abrupt arrival at the Hobbits Homestead. Leaving his four guards waiting by the pond, Aragorn handed Gimli the reins to his horse and ran as fast as his legs could carry him into the barn. Legolas winked at Gimli and then followed slowly behind Aragorn with a smile on his face.

Gimli just scoffed and made for the smials. “Fine, you go check out those silly magical things, I have better things to do. Like food.”

It was quite well known that when Gimli made an appearance at the smials he found himself surrounded by the ladies and given quite a feast to eat, as well plenty of good ale to drink.

***

Aragorn stared at the sight in complete bewilderment, his mouth hanging slightly open. He was completely thunderstruck. Frodo, Sam and Elanor were sitting in a stall, each of them holding a bottle of milk and a small faunt Unicorn in their lap of which they were feeding. The mother unicorn was standing to the right, watching calmly.

Aragorn noticed she eyed him carefully and seemed a bit uneasy, as if she wasn't sure if he was a danger to her and her younglings. She was beautiful; they were all so beautiful. They were the last of their kind. The Last and if Frodo had not intervened…indeed the existence of the unicorns would have come to an end.

It was then that Aragorn began to weep, in joy. He couldn't believe it, he just couldn't. He then walked over to the mother and, just before reaching her, dropped to his knees before her. She took a step back. She looked at the human, deep into his eyes.

This was odd. Most humans have a distinct aura, usually red or blue. But this one's was green. A forest like green. The aura of peace. This human was not like many of his kind. She lowered her head and stepped forward deciding he was not a danger.

Aragorn reached out and she allowed him to touch her. It was truly a magical moment. After a long time of silence, Aragorn met her eyes and nodded. “I swear to you by my fathers and my ancestors, though they failed to save your kind from Sauron's evil, I will keep that promise. I will never allow you or your children to come to harm.”

The mother paused as if listening and then realized that indeed the promise of the King was a promise that would be kept. She nuzzled him to show that she understood and was more than relieved. It would be wonderful to finally find a place that was safe. She was so tired of running.

Getting to his feet, Aragorn turned to Frodo and the others and sat down next to Elanor. Seeing his curiousity and desire in his eyes, the young lass handed Aragorn the bottle and the smallest unicorn dived on top of him in her attempt to get to the bottle of milk.

Aragorn couldn't help laughing, which was joined by the other hobbits and Legolas. When the babies finally had their fill and returned to their mother, Aragorn pulled Frodo and Sam aside, heading to the smial.

With Aragorn and Frodo seated at the table, Sam fetched some tea and cakes. Aragorn listened patiently as Frodo told his story and when Frodo finished, Aragorn couldn't help but thank the Valar.

“I just can't get over it. Unicorns. I thought... they were all gone forever. It is wonderful to see that they do still exist and thanks to you Frodo they will now grow in number once more.”

Frodo smiled. “The mother's wound is healing well. I think in another week or two she should be completely healed. The children, have named the three babies. The first one, that looks like her mother, Goldielocks named Snow White after a fairy tale story told to her at school. And the male Sam and I decided to name him Prince.”

Elanor, as she sat next to Legolas, laughed and add her two cents. “And I named the youngest. Guess what I named her?”

Aragorn waited.

“Gypsy. For she has stolen our hearts.”

Aragorn was a bit startled by this but then smiled at Elanor and nodded at them. “Well, this is just... wonderful. Frodo. Could I have a word with you?”

A bit confused, Frodo nodded and, taking Frodo's hand into his own, Aragorn headed out of the smial. Away from his men and the barn, Aragorn led Frodo to the pond. The sun had come out and the snow was already melting, and the water had raised a little but not too high.

After staring at the waters for a few minutes, Frodo finally spoke. “What is it?”

Aragorn lowered his voice, and when he spoke it was soft and filled with regret. “Frodo, you know that they can't stay here. That they will have to leave eventually...”

Frodo was a bit stunned by this and then nodded. “Well, no-- not forever. I figured they can at least stay until the end of spring or summer. The mother unicorn seems to like the children and here so, I--”

Aragorn sighed cut Frodo off gently. “I know a place, in the highlands. About a three day's journey. It is a lovely place with meadows, lakes, mountains and beautiful fields filled with apple orchards. About five years ago, Faramir had taken me to this place... they call it a reserve. A place where no one can settle, a place where only the wild live. It was like heaven to me, Frodo. It was so beautiful, that a part of me never wanted to leave.”

“You want them to be taken there?”

“Nearly 5,000 acres of land and I have placed on the high valley protective guards to ensure those woods and the animals within remain untouched. I think those lands would be perfect for the family of unicorns.”

“You want to take them away from me? Why? Don't you think I can take care of them?”

Aragorn faced Frodo and could see the hurt in those blue eyes and he cursed himself at once. He got to his knees and pulled Frodo into his arms.

“Nay, that is not what I am saying. Frodo, everything you touch comes alive. It is thanks to you that the mother is alive and her three babies.” He pulled away and stared into Frodo's eyes and with the tips of his fingers he wiped the tears from his cheeks. “I love you, my brother, with all of my heart. I know already you have grown attached to these beautiful mythical creatures. Frodo, they are creatures that are free. They are not horses that can be tamed. They are not pets that can be trained. They are a breed of their own. She has wandered all her life, living free in the wild. Do you understand? To keep her here... she would feel trapped and caged. There is something else you should know--”

Frodo waited, trying to breathe and listen all at the same time. Glancing away, he saw the mother unicorn. She was staring out of the barn door. The babies had come out and were playing. They were running and prancing and plowing into the white snow. But the mother was not looking at her babies or at Frodo. She had turned away towards the forest... to the mountains, with longing in her eyes.

“These may be truly the last of the Unicorns. Word will spread of them and before long people will be coming to have a look at them... some will be simply out of interest or admiration... others will come wanting to buy them. Wanting to purchase them and not to breed or keep as a pet... for their horns. Do you understand what I am saying?”

Frodo closed his eyes and after a moment he opened them and nodded. “I do, it's just... I love them, Strider. We all have grown rather fond of them...”

“I would rather take my own life than cause you any pain, Frodo.”

“I know. And what you're saying is true. They are not puppies, or horses to be kept. But she is still weak and is still not milking yet ...”

Aragorn smiled and nodded. “No, I am not speaking of taking them away, not today. A week or two perhaps. She will let us know when she is ready.”

Aragorn then slowly made his way to the mother unicorn and spoke softly into her ear. After a few moments she bowed her head several times as if saying yes. After some time, Aragorn bowed to her and returned to Frodo's side.

“From what I can sense, she will want to go to this place I mentioned to her. She has also grown fond of you Frodo and your family. But she does not belong to anyone and wishes to remain free. She will let you know when she is ready. Send for me then.”

Frodo numbly nodded. Aragorn took Frodo's hand into his own. “I will leave a few guards in the area. Just in case word gets around. For their safety and yours.”

***

Sam wrapped his arms around Frodo and pulled him against his chest. When he felt the wet tears on his flesh, Sam closed his eyes and pressed his lips against Frodo's. When he broke the kiss, he softly whispered into Frodo's ear. “Strider is right, you know. It is for the best. I talked to Faramir and he told me that this place is a true paradise. I think they will be happy there.”

Frodo didn't respond and Sam smiled sadly at his lover.

“You should count yourself one of the luckiest hobbits in all the Shire, Frodo me dear. Not only have you saved all of Middle-Earth, had a baby and been with one of the most handsomest of hobbits...” Sam ignored the soft chuckle coming from below his chin. “And lived in your very own kingdom... you also got to see a Unicorn. Now, who in Middle-Earth can rightfully say that?”

Melting Sam's gaze, Frodo smiled at the one he loved. “Sam, make love to me.”

Sam blew out the candles. “As you wish.”

***

Faramir opened his arms and the babies came to him, each curious at the newest arrival. Laughing, Faramir turned to his wife and the Queen and watched as they too moved forward. Soon all three were settled in the barn, holding a baby Unicorn in their arms. Frodo and Sam watched, busy brushing down the ponies, who seemed to be feeling quite neglected the past few days.

“There-- there now, Firelight... you know I love you.”

Firelight tapped her hoof, as if copying the mother unicorn and lowered her head on Frodo's shoulder, as if informing Frodo that she indeed loved him in return.

Flicker nuzzled his owner Sam, also informing him of his undying love and devotion.

***

Two Weeks later

Frodo awoke to the sound of laughter. Getting up, Frodo moved to the window to see that the children were all outside. The snow was almost all gone, only a few patches left. The baby unicorns were out of the barn and were prancing, leaping, jumping, kicking and running all around the place. The Gamgee and Baggins children were also outside watching the display with great joy. Frodo sat down next to the window and, like the children, watched as well.

***

A week later, her wound was healed and when the bandages were taken off and no wound, not even a scar could be seen, the mother unicorn whinnied in delight. Then she, much like her own children, began to gallop all around the area. Prancing, kicking and jumping to show everyone that she indeed was well again.

Frodo watched her race around the smials, his eyes filled with sadness when she stopped next to her little ones. They surrounded her and went to feed from her nipples. This time they had success and the milk came and they drank to their hearts content. While they fed, the mother turned to stare at Frodo and he knew without a doubt that she was telling him it was time.

***

Aragorn, Faramir and several rangers gathered five days later outside the smial. Frodo watched as the family of unicorns walked willingly onto the plank and stepped into the large specialized wagon that would take them away.

He looked at Aragorn and was about to turn and run back to the smial, when Aragorn reached down and pulled Frodo towards him. “Come with me, Frodo. Come and let me show you that this indeed is the right thing for them.”

Frodo looked to Sam and then back at Aragorn. With a heavy sigh, he nodded.

***

It was a three day journey and despite the sadness, Frodo found moments of joy. They would often stop to let the mother and the babies come out to get some exercise. On one occasion and in surprise to everyone, the Mother unicorn had lowered herself to the ground and allowed Frodo to climb on top of her as he had done once before as a faunt. She road like the wind, but was careful with her burden and Frodo clung onto her mane, smiling and laughing as he remembered a joy he thought he'd forgotten long ago. He felt like a child again, innocent and carefree.

***

Frodo knew they had arrived, when he found himself standing on top of a cliff, and staring at the most beautiful forest and fields below. They were green and the trees were full of life, birds were singing and the air was fresh, crisp and clear. A waterfall was nearby and Frodo could only stare at its magnificence and beauty.

“Here winter is brief. It lasts a month at the most and then spring and a long summer and autumn come. Well?”

Frodo looked at Aragorn and smiled. “It is beautiful. You're right. It is the perfect place for them to call home.”

Frodo watched as the Rangers allowed the family of unicorns out of the wagon. For a moment they seemed to just stay still, looking all around them. Even then, they didn't seem to move.

The mother turned to Frodo and continued to watch him. Her eyes filled with some regret and even a bit of sadness. It was obvious to everyone that she had grown quite close to the Hobbits. Aragorn knew he had to intervene.

“Frodo--she is waiting.”

“For what?” Frodo asked, unsure what Aragorn was suggesting.

“She is waiting for you to give her permission to go.”

Now completely confused, Frodo looked at Aragorn. “What? What are you talking about?”

“I told you, she is a free creature. Unicorns do not usually, even when they existed long ago, allow themselves to get attached to anyone outside of their species. She has grown attached to someone. You. Now, she needs you to let her go.”

Frodo swallowed and slowly walked over to her. The adult unicorn stared at Frodo intently.

“I never even knew your name...”

“My name is Ethereal.”

Frodo gasped when the name seemed to pop in his head. “Ethereal. That is beautiful, as beautiful as you and your babies. I shall miss you.”

“And I you, Frodo Baggins. Thank you, for saving my life and the life of my children.”

She lowered her head and again she lifted her right leg and pawed it three times. Then she leaned forward and nuzzled against Frodo's shoulder and chest. Frodo hugged her tightly and then he let her go.

“Go, Ethereal... Go! Be free!”

And then she turned and was running down the cliff and into the valley. The twins followed after their mother, but the smallest unicorn did not follow. She walked slowly towards Frodo and also waited. Frodo reached down and stroked her mane and smiled.

“Go, Gypsy. Be free!”

And with that she spun away and ran after her siblings and mother. When she joined them, they all turned to stare at the King, the Rangers and the small Hobbit. And as one they bowed their heads and turned to gallop away.

Frodo was looking at the ground when Aragorn touched his shoulder. “Can it be? Look, Frodo. Look!”

Frodo raised his eyes and looked to where Aragorn was pointing. The mother unicorn and the three little ones had stopped and seemed to be frozen in place. Down by the trees, near a huge pine stood a huge white stallion. It looked to be a horse, except for the golden horn protruding from its forehead. Frodo stared in shock and saw as the mother and the three babies then began to run to the male unicorn. It was no doubt in anyone’s mind who the other unicorn was. The mother and her babies nuzzled the male unicorn, he nuzzled them in return and then together they turned away from the fields and disappeared into the forest.

Aragorn pulled Frodo in front of him onto his horse and turned for home. After some distance, Frodo turned his head to Aragorn and this time, though he had tears in his eyes, a smile graced his lips.

“You were right, Aragorn. If I had not listened to you, they would never have found each other.”

“Yes, and because of you, they are alive and free.”

***

Epilogue

It had been almost a week when Frodo managed to arrive home. He was tired and still a bit sad, however for the most part, he was glad to be home with his family.

As soon as Frodo sat down on the rocker, Bilbo and Belle were placed in his arms by Sam and at once his mood brightened. Sam then went to warm him something to eat.

Later that night, Sam sat down beside Frodo and the two of them took out their pipes and had some of old toby. After a few minutes, Frodo looked at Sam to see a twinkle was in his eye. It had been their since he came home.

“Sam? What is it?”

“What is what, my dear?”

“Don't give me that, 'What is what, my dear.' Samwise Gamgee, you have something to tell me. What is it?”

Sam took a few more puffs on his pipe and after letting out a few smoke rings he smiled brightly. “Two days ago, I went down to the barn and Firelight was acting a bit strange. So, I had Legolas come and look at her to make sure.”

“Is she alright?”

“Perfectly, for a pregnant mare two months along. Seems Flicker was a bit naughty and I think he was encouraged when he saw those baby unicorns.”

Frodo blinked. Sam smiled and then-- they were laughing.

***

Nine months later, Frodo and Sam and the children gathered around the barn to watch the special event. An hour later, Firelight gave birth to a brand new baby pony. A girl, which everyone named Ethereal.

THE END