Honeymoon

Part of the Return to My love Series: Book 6

By Summer

Beta’d by Grapeofdeath and Kathryn Ramage

Class: Slash

Fandom: Lord of the rings

Pairings: Frodo/Sam

Warnings: Mpreg series and two orphan children as the result of an ORC attack. (Some Elvish deaths but no main characters)

Rating: NC17 (Yeah folks, heavy male on male…Hobbit sex coming)

Disclaimer: I don’t own them. Just playing, that’s all. No profit is made and when the story is done all goes back to the proper place in Tolkien‘s books.

Song; Don’t give up (By Josh Groban)

Writer’s note: This is the continuing love story of Frodo and Sam. Ten years later, Frodo returns from the Tol Erressea healed and with child. Three years have now passed since then. Frodo now has a son named Bilbo and is living with Sam near Ithilien where they live in a smial together with Rose and Sam‘s other children. Frodo and Sam have also adopted a baby named Belle. Merry and Pippin are also married and have children of their own having settled with them nearby.

To date: the children born into the next generation from the following marriages. Aragorn and Arwen: Luthien (Died a few months before Frodo returned), Eldarion and Lalaith (The twins, prince and princess, age two ½ ), Gilraen (aged one). --Arwen is currently expecting--

Sam and Rose: Elanor (aged 16), Frodo-Lad(13), Rose (Her namesake 12), Merry (11) and Pippin (10) lads, Goldilocks (9), Hamfast(8), Daisy(6) and Primrose(4). (Mistress Rose died one year before Frodo’s return, while giving birth to Primrose.)

Sam and Frodo: Bilbo (just under three years old, Mpreg) and Belle (less than a year old --adopted child who is part elf and part hobbit, she is also deaf.)

Faramir and Eowyn: Boromir(8), Theoden(5) and the latest birth Finduilas Rose (born the same year of Frodo’s return almost 3 yrs old.)

Pippin and Diamond: Sunshine (Called Sunny, aged 6), and Faramir (Born shortly after Bilbo’s birth, aged two)

Merry and Estella: Eowyn (called Wyn for short aged 5), Rory (3 yrs old), The Twins-- No names given (Miscarried), And the Quad’s (About six months old) -- Merimac, Sarac, Emerald and Adora.

Eomer King and Ioreth: Elfwine the fair. Aged four --

The numbers above is the current ages of the children, remember however Hobbits take longer to mature than human children, so usually I take the ages and cut a few years. So say Elanor is sixteen, in my thoughts she would be like a human child at about 10 or 11 years old.--

More notes: A little over three years have passed since Frodo’s return. Seventeen years since the war of the rings. I am also playing with canon and please note that this is an AU series. I have also played with the fact that Erestor and Lindor are still living in Rivendell.

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He pushed the curtains apart and gasped at the beautiful falls that stood before their bedroom chambers. Even after all these years, the beauty of Imladris did not seem to fade away even though it was nearly empty of its many inhabitants. Without the great Lord, many left for the West or went to other areas of Middle-Earth.

Wearing only a long thick blue robe, Frodo basked in the joy of the early morning sunlight. Frodo listened to the sound of birds singing love songs in the trees and marveled at the colorful and changing leaves that fell downwards into the courtyard below. The air was a bit crispy this morning as autumn was finally unraveling its colorful cloak. Everything around him seemed to signal that winter was nearing. And yet, no cold chill was in the air. It would be a pleasant few days.

Frodo did not mind winter, though; he had always loved the ever-changing seasons. For with the change of the season came a new adventure. That was how he looked at life now, an adventure, full of joy around every corner. He had been to the darkest places imaginable and now he had finally been freed from that darkness and could embrace the light once more.

Every day was a gift and one that brought him the utmost happiness. Not only had his wounds healed but now he enjoyed his life with his family and, most importantly, with his Sam. His love.

After the destruction of the Ring, it had lead Frodo to truly believed his life was over. To his surprise, it had just been the beginning.

"Frodo, my love, come back to bed," the voice called to him. Frodo smiled and shook his head still in awe of his blessings. He didn't deserve them.

A small voice that he was sure he knew seemed to speak clearly in his mind. "Rubbish, you deserve so much and more."

His Sam was insatiable and Frodo turned to see Samwise Gamgee leaning against the pillows with nothing but blankets covering his golden skin. His eyes were wide and filled with desire and it made Frodo's toes want to curl.

It had been a little over a month ago that Sam had brought this idea up. What was it called? Oh yes, a Honeymoon. It seemed that the Big Folk had a tradition when once one was married: To go off and spend time alone at some romantic location.

Usually, they went away to this location for a few weeks. Sam had never heard of such a thing before, usually when Hobbits were wed they set up a cozy home right away and started having babies. A very hobbity thing to do. They never had such a thing as a honeymoon.

Sam had liked the sound of this word from the start and it wasn't long that he started making subtle hints that a few weeks away from the children and spending some quiet time with just the two of them would be fun.

Frodo admitted he hadn't been as thrilled at first. Not that he disliked the idea spending time alone with Sam, which was certainly not often with eleven children to take care of. What distressed him was the simple fact of leaving the children behind.

Becoming an instant 'Uncle' to Sam and Rose's children had worked out not only well but helped Frodo prepare for Parenthood. When Bilbo came along, he fell into a routine that was more than blissful. He was no expert and was still learning as he went, for it was a long process and with the arrival of Belle, every day was turning out to be an adventure and it had Frodo craving for more. Frodo loved the children, all of them, and spending time with them was not a chore--well-- sometimes exasperating and sometimes even a bit exhausting-- but never a chore.

The children were mostly well-behaved and whatever small mischief they tried, Frodo’s early years helped to catch the culprits beforehand. Frodo held no regrets and truly enjoyed every moment of being a parent. It was a gift, after the Ring, he never believed would ever be possible. The Smial was truly home to him now and the place he loved most in the world.

The best was yet to come, for when the children were all settled and put to bed he could spend some quality time with Sam. Though, often it was rather quick and as quiet could be, as not to wake the little ones.

"Honeymoon? What do we need a honeymoon for, Sam? Aren't you happy?"

"I am, my dear, more than happy. But when you came back to Middle-Earth, we could hardly have any... well, real loving done. After the birth and the arrival of the little ones... Me fixing the homestead and gardening, we have hardly had any time at all just between the two of us... if you understand me."

Frodo did, and in a way, understood, however the idea of leaving the children, even for a few weeks, did not sit well with him.

"Sam, we can't just leave the children." Frodo countered an offer, allowing the children to stay with Faramir and Eowyn for a few days, while they stayed at the smial... alone.

Sam felt that defeated the whole purpose of a honeymoon, the whole point was to go away to another location and he was not going to be stopped now that he was on a roll. "I talked to Faramir and his lady and they both offered to take Bilbo and Belle while we were away and Strider and Arwen offered to care of the older ones, with some help from Estella and Diamond."

"Sam, that is hardly fair to sack poor Estella and Diamond with the children, and what about Arwen and Aragorn with nine hobbit children? Arwen is expecting again."

"They will have nannies and Elanor is quite responsible now and can help out. I think they could handle things for at least for a couple of weeks."

The discussion continued for almost a month. Sam would bring up the subject and Frodo would counter with reasons why they could not.

Until finally one night, Elanor and the children walked into the living room, all in their night clothes, and announced that they wanted a month free of no parents. That they had taken up a vote and it had been unanimous. Even Bilbo had raised his hand and said, "Go on Honeymoon and don't forget to bring back some honey for us."

Sam had simply swelled with pride with the children and Frodo, after recovering from his shock, had chuckled not knowing what else to say.

Three days later, they were packed and the children were waving farewell. Frodo of course still had his reservations and Aragorn was quick to lay them aside.

"They will be fine. Everything will be fine. I spent more than forty years protecting the Shire, I think I can handle watching nine Hobbit children. Go and enjoy yourselves. You both deserve some quality time together."

"B-but--" Frodo had started to protest and seeing Belle kicking her little feet and being held so carefully in Eowyn's arms he almost lost it, when she let out a small whimpering sound. Can babies feel a parents' distress? Frodo pondered. Could she know that her new fathers were going away? This was a bad idea.

"Perhaps we should take at least Belle and Bilbo... they are so young and three weeks is such a long time..."

Frodo felt leaving the smallest children behind was-- wrong. Already, Frodo felt as if his arms were empty and Bilbo and Belle were so young. What if they thought their parents had abandoned them?

Sam had hit his forehead with his hand at this statement and everyone was certain that the honeymooners would indeed take the two youngest along with them. Which completely canceled out the idea of what a Honeymoon is supposed to be.

It was then that Bilbo had stomped his feet and shook his finger at his fathers with a most serious expression on his face that made everyone want to laugh, including his parents. Frodo would later recount that Elanor had a very mischievous look in her eyes, which left no doubt she put him up to this.

"Go! Get honey, we be fine. I stay and will look after Belle. Go on, Shoo!" and Bilbo moved his hands outward in a shooing manner that caused everyone a few chuckles.

It was settled and after two or three more hugs given to every child and a promise from Aragorn that if anything should go wrong--

"I will send my fastest men to Rivendell to get you. But nothing bad is going to happen. Now go, or I swear I shall make a decree to have you banished from Ithilien... for three weeks."

And finally after a few more protests from Frodo they were on their way. It had taken some time for Sam and Frodo to decide where they should go for their honeymoon. Sam proposed a return to Bag End. But, Frodo felt the distance was too far if anything bad should happen to any of the children, he wanted to get to them in a reasonable amount of time. Rivendell had been the second choice and one that Frodo agreed upon.

Though Frodo did not see why they couldn't just rent a cottage just outside of Ithilien, for it was much closer, which is why Sam slapped that suggestion down as it would really not count as going away.

Rivendell became the perfect choice. They were escorted by Elrond's twin sons personally as they had arrived just last night. It had been a long yet uneventful trip. Now settled, Frodo had to admit this had been a great idea, though they were too tired to make love upon there arrival.

In the morning, Frodo had awakened to a hungry appetite that no amount of food would satisfy and Sam was more than up for the challenge. The Twins had seen to their needs and then just as quickly left them to their own devices, promising to return later to check on them as they wanted to scout an area a few days journey from here, for it was heard that a renegade group of Orcs had been sighted.

The only ones that now lived in Rivendell, other than the twins, was Erestor and Lindir and of course a few that were still deciding whether they wished to leave for the Havens and into the west or remain in Middle-Earth.

Frodo made his way towards the bed and was quickly pulled into Sam's arms. Frodo felt a thrill go up his spine for Frodo never tired of those warm hands on his body, that smell of soil and flowers that filled his nostrils that were the very essence of Sam.

Those deep brown eyes looking up at him, filled with love was enough to send him crashing into ecstasy. Sometimes that look was all it took. Frodo felt Sam's lips touch his collar bone and felt his hands pull him closer against the hard chest. One hand holding his back and the other clutching at his rump. Frodo gave up all resistance and basked in the glory of his love.

A heaviness descended in his sacs and his member grew hard as the touches aroused not just his flesh. "Oh Sam."

Frodo wrapped his arms around Sam's back and held on tight, enjoying the sensations. He never truly felt such love and belonging as the day he met Samwise Gamgee on his arrival to Bag End. Life had never been the same and Frodo thanked the Valar for bringing Samwise Gamgee into his life.

"I love you," Frodo whispered into Sam's ear and licked at the earlobe before giving a gentle love bite.

Sam pulled Frodo down onto the bed and moved his hands to cup Frodo's face. Their bodies entwined around each other. Their eyes met and for this moment in time it was just the two of them. Sam had tears in his eyes when he nodded and managed to speak. "I love you, my love... my heart, my soul."

Frodo realized that three weeks were just not going to be long enough.

***

"Greetings, fair Prince. Legolas, what brings you here to these parts?"

Legolas rode over the hill and spotted Elrond's sons from a distance. He had sighted them long before they had come to his eye vision and was glad to see them. Gimli had remained in Minas Tirith with Aragorn and found himself a bit lonely without the dwarf's presence.

The arrival of his elven kin would help to ease his loneliness. Smiling, he slowed his horse and joined the twins' side.

"Greetings yourselves, Princes. I am on my way to Mirkwood to visit my father. He sent me a letter informing me that some of his people were coming to Ithilien. A few of them are wishing to set up a new settlement with Men."

"That is wonderful news," replied the eldest of the twins. "Do you wish for company?"

"That would be most acceptable." Legolas led the way and the twins began to follow. In the distance, a towering mountain lay before them.

***

Smoke could be seen in the distance. A distinct and horrendous smell filled their senses, the smell of death. The three elves paused to see where only elvish eyes could. Then with a war cry, they moved their horses forward. The twins raised their swords, while Legolas pulled out his bow and arrow.

The Orcs did not even have time to run as the Elven warriors descended upon them.

***

It was over in a matter of minutes. There had only been about a half dozen Orcs and they had been taken by complete surprise. When the battle was over, it was only then that Legolas realized that there were more bodies. But they were not Orcs. They were elves.

They laid in a field where they had been caught unaware and slain coming out of a nearby forest. A few of the elves must have fought back in the attack, for a few more Orc's corpses were found also in the field. Tear-filled Legolas walked around the small field, unable to comprehend the slaughter. Most of these elves had no weapons. They were, after all, not a war party, they had been elves seeking a place to call home.

Many of these elves were even familiar to him, for they were all dressed in clothing that was most distinct. They were obviously the party sent from Mirkwood Forest, his father's kingdom, his kin and of his blood. They must have left earlier than his father anticipated, impatient to start a new life.

He paused for a moment, catching sight of one particular elf. A female with long silver blond hair. Her face pale and her eyes frozen open, a gaping wound on the side of her skull. Dropping to his knees, Legolas gave a cry of anguish.

No! Not Shemalay.

He had known her for nearly a thousand years. They had played together as children. How could she have survived so much, only to die... here?

The twins came to Legolas side and also felt his pain. They may not have known any of these elves, however, they were still of their own blood. The worst wounding of all was that nothing could be done. It was too late. Not a sign of life could be found.

It took several hours for Legolas and the twins to collect the bodies. They had first burned the Orcs bodies and then began to tend to the remains of the elvish party. Twenty-two in all had been found, though Legolas was sure there had been more. Finding the rest of the bodies would take time. If they would be found at all.

They had been tender and careful with each body, doing there best to maintain their dignity even in death. They would take them back to Rivendell and then send a message to Legolas's father telling him of their sad and tragic end. Yet, as the last of the elvish bodies were placed on a wagon, Legolas paused to glance around. For a moment he thought he heard something.

He shook his head, dismissing it. He turned to climb upon his horse when the sound came again. He pulled out his bow and arrow and waited, the Twins paused by their own horses, already they were alert. This time they too had heard the sound.

Time passed... silence and then it came again. Legolas raised his bow and arrow at the fifth tree to his left and was just about to shoot, when Elrohir let out a cry and reaching Legolas' side pushed his hand downwards.

Surprised by this, Legolas looked at Elrohir and then back to the tree. The sound came again and Elrohir shushed them and took several steps forward. Bending down to his knees he brushed his hand behind him for Legolas and Elladan to do the same.

They complied.

Moving forward, Elrohir paused and then pointed at the small dark hole inside the tree. Legolas could see that inside looked to be a small crevice, far to small for an Orc to hide. It was then that Legolas spied a pair of deep blue eyes.

He let out a cry and getting to his feet he ran to the tree. As Legolas reached the hole, something shiny flashed in front of him and he dived to the side just in time to avoid getting a knife wound to his chest.

He paused and then spoke carefully into the dark hole. "Fear not, little one, I am not here to harm you. I am of your kin. Come out."

But all he received was silence. Elladan came forward and handed Legolas a small canister. Catching on, Legolas offered the small object to the one hidden in the tree. No, not one, there were two within.

Legolas felt tears spring into his eyes as a small sobbing noise came from within.

"Water. Surely you must be thirsty."

A moment passed and just as Legolas was sure they would not take the bait, a small hand came out of the hole. Legolas handed the canister to them and both the hand and water bottle disappeared inside. After some time, Elladan handed Legolas more bait, a large piece of bread. Legolas waved it in front of the tree and when the hand reached for it, Legolas pulled back, taking a few steps away from the tree.

"You may have this and more, but you must come out first."

And once again, they sat for a long wait. It seemed like forever, then when they were almost ready to give a different try within they heard movement. The first to emerge was the oldest. A small elf child that couldn't be more then five or six years of age with silver blond hair and deep blue eyes. As he climbed out, he still held firmly onto his knife as if it was a life line for him.

He paused to look at the three elves. His eyes registering at last who was before him and with it his fear fading. Somewhere inside his mind triggered survivors and the next thought that came to him was of his family.

"Mama!" he cried and looked all around in desperation, hoping to see his mother.

But, his eyes fell to the wagon and caught sight of a familiar body, her eyes open and lifeless. His eyes closed and he passed out.

Elrohir caught him before he hit the ground and held him gently in his arms. The son’s of Elrond, could feel the child’s pain and felt the grief strike at there heart. The death or loss of any parent was something that no one could truly understand unless they too had lost a mother or a father.

A smaller and yet more desperate cry was heard and Legolas stepped forward to the bark of the tree and reached into the darkness. A moment later he held a small bundle in his arms. A baby, perhaps six or seven months old. A girl with deep emerald green eyes and silver hair. They must have hidden during the attack, perhaps placed in the tree by their own parents. Two small children now, by the twist of fate, orphans.

The three elves stared at the small children. A part of them filled with relief that someone had survived and yet... grief beyond grief that they were now left to walk the lands of Middle-Earth alone.

2

The picnic had been delightful, the food delicious, filling up every corner. Well, almost every corner. Frodo felt the friction and warmth deep inside of his body and moaned in true delight, the sensations completely overriding his thoughts. All he could do was just hold on, as Sam pumped in a slow, yet continuous motion.

“Sam, harder... faster.”

Sam was quick to obey, knowing that Frodo needed that added movement to bring him closer to the edge. Frodo could feel that small tingling sensation beginning in his lower region and knew it wouldn't be much longer. He gasped and called Sam's name just as the waves came suddenly crashing over him.

Sam was not far behind, as always, he remained faithfully close to his Master and now lover. When they had finally been able to move, Sam found himself lying on the blanket with Frodo in his arms. Both were staring at the sky and basking in the sun. It was an incredibly and unusual warm day today for Autumn. Not that Samwise Gamgee was complaining. Still, it was a bit odd.

“Do you ever miss it?”

Frodo opened his eyes lightly, he had been drifting off into a very satisfied sleep, until Sam had spoken.

“What Sam?”, asked Frodo as his fingers ran gently down Sam’s thigh.

“Do you ever miss it? Tol Eressea?” Sam, had often wondered if Frodo ever, even just a little, missed the land he had called home for nearly ten years. It had bothered him, that any piece of Frodo's heart did not belong to him. The fair elven land, had taken care of his beloved and healed him, when no one else could have. Not even him.

Sam felt the gentle fingers play over his left thigh and felt a warmth building inside. How was it that even after making sweet love to Frodo, he still could be aroused by just a simple touch, a look?

Frodo smiled, as if reading this thoughts, and shook his head. “No, Sam. I do not miss it. It is here still in my heart, I won't lie, for the land of Tol Eressea was beautiful and tranquil. It filled my soul and healed many of my wounds. But, I was also very lonely. I had Gandalf, Elrond and Galadriel, as well as Bilbo. But it did not have the one person in all the land I wanted most to be with me. All the time I was there, I thought only of you. Missing you. Wanting you.” Frodo reached over and gave Sam a gentle kiss on the lips and continued to play his fingers over Sam’s flesh, moving ever slowly downward. Reaching. Seeking. Finding.

“Always out of my reach. Even the peace in time was not enough to sustain me. Gandalf could see it, and did all that he could, bless him. But, it was you who I needed to complete the last of my healing. I think Eru knew that and that was why he allowed me to return. No, dear Sam, I do not miss Tol Eressea. I have now everything I could possibly want and more. I am truly content.”

Sam smiled, his fears easing away and then finally he nodded as his own hands sought out Frodo‘s chest and gentle stroked his lover, until Frodo‘s body began to warm under his administrations. It was only fair, after all, that as Sam‘s body was beginning to respond that Frodo’s body did as well.

“I miss Gandalf too.”

Frodo nodded and touched Sam's cheek and met his brown eyes with his blue ones. “My only regret, is that he stayed behind. Yes, I do miss Gandalf. He was--my family Sam.”

Sam nodded and kissed Frodo's lips gently before going for other territory, like Frodo's throat.

“Do you know, there was a time I truly thought that you and he...” He stopped, and started to laugh at the absurd thought he used to believe might be true. Frodo blinked and realizing the implications, started to laugh. His arms moved around Sam’s neck and Frodo sat up slightly to look Sam clearly in the eyes, so that he would leave no doubt where his heart called.

“Oh Sam, you silly fool. Though you are ever mine, Gandalf was... like a grandfather to me. I never thought of him in that... well way.”

Sam joined Frodo in his laughter. “An all powerful Wizard, who knew everything, all I could think about was... how could I ever compete with that?”

Taking Sam's face into his hands, Frodo kissed Sam's cheek and lips and smiled. “You didn't have to, Samwise Gamgee. You held my heart the day I stepped into Bag End. The moment I laid eyes upon you my heart was held captive. Believe me, I have never been so happy as I am right here, right now.”

And Sam never again would question that love or belief again.

***

Frodo and Sam had enjoyed a quiet evening by the fire place and quite a feast had been set for them by Lindir. It had left them feeling sleepy afterwards and a call to an early bed had them scrambling to their chambers.

A week had already passed and far too quickly and Frodo had finally concluded that they would have to have another Honeymoon... next summer. A trip to Bag End might be in order. They could leave the younger children in Eowyn or Aragorn’s care, while the older ones Frodo could deliver to Rose’s parents.

Frodo was sure, now that Rose was gone, the Cottons were quite lonely and a long visit with there Grandchildren would help them heal. Moments later, Frodo drifted off into a peaceful sleep that had something to do with dancing mushrooms.

***

It was well into the night when the sound of a wail awoke him. Frodo paused and blinked, wiping at his sleep filled eyes. What time was it? It had to be late. Poor Belle she must be hungry.

“--got to feed the baby.”

Sighing and still in a half dazed sleep, Frodo was about to get up out of the bed, when Sam pulled Frodo back down to the pillows muttering softly in a half sleepy daze himself. He had been having such a wonderful dream about mushrooms and a very naked Frodo on his kitchen table when he had been startled awake by a small wail.

“Go back to sleep, Frodo me dear, I'll go feed Belle. My turn anyway.” Sam now started to rise and then he stopped.

A dawning realization struck them and the sleepy haze vanished and abruptly they became fully awake. Both Frodo and Sam looked at each other in the darkness, then with a loud gasp they got out of bed, pulled on there robes and made for the door.

***

Frodo could not believe his eyes when he walked into the small kitchen. Legolas was sitting in a chair and was holding a small bundle in his left arm, while trying to feed the small bundle with a bottle of milk with his right. The bundle had flailing arms and legs, as if it was not pleased at this arrangement. As the wails increased, one could see clearly that Legolas was getting equally fretful.

The twin sons of Elrond were bent down at the same table, looking under the cloth at a small dark figure that was trying to hide at the corner wall. It was most unsettling to see the twins trying to offer soup and bread to the tiny creature and getting no results at all with the effort. The small creature was far too frightened.

Frodo and Sam looked at each other and then went into action. Sam moved to Legolas side and shaking his head reached in and moved Legolas left arm slightly upward.

“Bring the little one up just a little, Sir. That way the little one won't feel so topsy turvey. Now, slant the bottle just a bit to the side. There you go.”

With Sam's slight adjustment, Legolas found the baby now accepted the bottle and began to drink from it with much happier results. The crying finally came to a stop.

Frodo meanwhile got down on his knees and settled himself in front of the small figure. He made no attempts to touch the child but just sat and waited. His arms held out so as not to appear as threatening.

The small elf child was still crying when it realized that he was being stared at by a different pair of eyes. He thought at first that it was also another elf child when he realized that this being was no elf. He wiped at his eyes and stared at the being quietly.

The older being did appear to have a shining light that surrounded him. This thing in front of him was special, that much was certain. And so they sat that way, starring at each other for quite sometime, before the elf child looked at Frodo's hands and realized that the small creature had only nine fingers. Nine fingers. He gasped and then Frodo found himself holding a crying elf child in his arms.

It took some time, but Frodo managed to get the small one off the floor and into a chair, where Elladan handed a tray of food. When the child looked confusingly all around him, Frodo quickly took up a fork and knife and began to feed the child himself. After the plate was clear and the child had begun to sway, Frodo got up and helped the child to his feet. With Elladan leading the way, they took the now sleepy children to the nursery where Lindir had prepared a crib and small bed for its occupants. Once they were settled, Frodo and Sam closed the door and followed the Twins and Legolas back to the kitchen.

“Who are they?” Frodo had asked once they were all seated in front of the fireplace.

Legolas told the tale of the Orcs and the now orphaned children. At the end of it, Frodo felt tears come to his eyes.

“Once more, a child is made orphaned because of Sauron.”

Frodo clearly thought of Belle and how she had come to be in the Baggins and Gamgee household. Though Frodo truly blessed the day she came into his life, he still could not help but feel sorry for the way that it had come about. Frodo knew and could feel the pain and loss of one's parents. It was more than just heart breaking.

The child for years to come would blame themselves for the loss. Thinking in some way if they had done this or done that their parents would be alive. Eventually that would mend, but the longing and loneliness never relinquished its hold and the lack of belonging left a hole that no individual could fill.

“Poor Little un's. What will you do? Bring them back to Mirkwood forest?”, asked Sam.

Legolas shrugged sadly. “Not yet. I have sent a letter to my father. I must first try to learn who the children are before I can do anything. They may yet have kin in these lands and they may wish to come for them.”

“And if they don't?” asked Frodo. Legolas had no answer and Frodo looked to Sam with a silent question, Sam only looked back with eyes that held no answer.

***

“Sam?”

“Frodo, not now. It is late and morning will be coming soon.”

“But, Sam.”

“Frodo, my love they are elf children. They are not even half hobbit. They may yet even have kin that will want to claim them.”

“But if they don't?”

“Then we shall cross that bridge when it happens.”

Sam felt Frodo move slightly in the bed, and Sam let out a soft sigh. “We have eleven already. The Smial is full.”

“You always said, 'There is always room for one more...' did you not?” Frodo replied back softly.

“My love, I know your heart and believe me, if I could I would gladly take them in but--”

“I know, Sam. I know we can't save them all, it is just... they are so young... so small. So helpless...”

Sam sighed again and pulled Frodo back into his arms. “Let us not worry about that right now... Let it wait until morning...”

And though Sam fell asleep shortly after, Frodo did not. The sound of a small wail stirred him from his bed.

He carefully pulled on his robe once more and tiptoed out into the hall. When Frodo arrived at the room, he found that the sounds of the baby had softened and the sound of elvish singing come from within. Frodo opened the door slightly and looked inside and smiled in surprise.

Legolas was sitting in a chair, rocking the baby in his arms and looking down at her, singing a soft but ancient melody, probably sung to him as a child. What surprised Frodo was the look in Legolas eyes. A look that mirrored many an expectant father or parent. The elves eyes were filled with love and perhaps even something else. Hope.

Frodo returned to his chambers and gently got back into bed. Sam's arms were waiting for him and Frodo smiled and curved his body into their familiar and most happy position and within moments Frodo drifted off to sleep.

***

In the early hours of morning, Frodo awoke again, not the sound of wailing but of laughter. Frodo rose from his bed and moved to the nearby window. Below he could see the sons of Elrond outside in the garden. Sitting on a stone bench in front of them was the small boy.

The boy had apparently been washed and dressed and now was being amused by the playful antics of Elrond's sons who, although were thousands of years old, still acted like elflings themselves.

Frodo watched them play with the boy for a half an hour and then with a satisfied smile on his face, Frodo went back to bed. When Sam awoke a few moments later, Frodo pulled Sam back down and into his arms.

“Go back to sleep, Sam. Everything is well in hand.”

And the two hobbits drifted back into a much needed rest.

3

The following weeks passed by quickly. Though Frodo and Sam made it a habit to check in on Legolas and the Twins on how they were doing, barring a few accidents, they seemed to be adjusting pretty well with the two additions in Rivendell.

The boy had given them some information, but not much. He would only say he was six years old and that his name was Arander. The name was enough, and the twins held hope that some of his kin would still be alive and would come for him. As the third week neared, Frodo and Sam continued their honeymoon with little interruption of the added presence in Imladris. Though, when Arander and the baby were brought out to the courtyard, Frodo seemed to have an itch to hold them.

When Frodo and Sam would be taking a walk or a picnic, they would often find the young boy playing with the Son‘s of Elrond. It was always a joy to them whenever the twins managed to get the boy to smile or laugh. And if Frodo and Sam took a long look at the Twins, they could see the Son's of Elrond appeared to have a small twinkle in their eyes. It was apparent that they were growing attached to the children. Especially to Arander.

It was one night later that Frodo was sitting and reading in his chair, while Sam took a hot bath, that a soft knock came at his door. “Enter,” he replied in Sindarin and saw the door open slowly and heard the little patter of feet entering the room.

Frodo smiled when he saw Arander staring up at him with a hesitant and fearful gaze. The Twins had probably made it a point to explain who Frodo was and though Frodo understood the necessity to tell the famous story of the One Ring, Frodo still at times did not see himself as the hero so many believed him to be. Barring that, the hero worship in other's eyes often left Frodo feeling shy and unsure of what to say. That feeling had gradually lessoned but not altogether disappeared.

Frodo put down the book and moved to one side of the chair. The boy hesitated a moment longer before climbing up and taking the now open area beside Frodo. For a long time, the elf child kicked his feet and stared off at the fire. The elf child seemed to be in deep thought, as if trying to put together the words he so desperately wanted to say. After what seemed like a long time, the boy's hand moved suddenly, reaching for Frodo's hand, the one with nine fingers. The boy's hand and fingertips gently touched Frodo's and very carefully stroked the spot where his finger had been cut off.

“Does it hurt?” the child asked out of the blue.

Frodo smiled and shook his head. “No. Not anymore.”

“Mama told me the story of the Ringbearers, of the one who had nine fingers and went across the sea. Are you he? Frodo Baggins?”

Frodo nodded softly. “Yes.”

The child now faced Frodo and shook his head. “You were so brave. I wish I could have been as brave but... I just hid in the tree. I am a coward... I should have died with my mama.”

Seeing the tears in the small boy's eyes, Frodo slid his arm around his shoulders and pulled the boy into his lap where he could hold and rock him gently. When he was sure the boy had calmed a little, he spoke softly and as clearly as he could in Sindarin.

“Brave? No, not I. I was not so brave. Resolved and determined, but not brave. No, it was my Sam that was my rock... my brave hero, who kept me not only sane but also safe. It was he that took away the darkness and reminded me that I was not alone. You were very brave, Arander. You stayed and protected that little baby and did as your mother told you. There was nothing more you could do. If you had not hidden you too would be... gone.”

“I wish I had,” he replied softly.

“I am glad you did not,” Frodo replied back.

The boy's head turned and stared up at Frodo in surprise. 'How could such a great being, think so highly of me? I am just a child...' thought Arander.

“Every life is special to me and a child's life even more precious than all the jewels of the earth. My heart would have broken if you and your dear little friend had perished. I am not sure I could have dealt with it. I sacrificed so much and to come back and find that... that great evil still lurks in Middle-Earth and taking the lives of those I had saved... tears at my soul.”

The elf child's mouth slightly opened in surprise and then he leaned against Frodo's chest and sighed. “I miss my mama—papa... How can I go on without them?”

“You take one day at a time, my dear little one. One day. And every day, it gets just a little bit better and a little bit easier. You will never forget them... and you will never stop grieving for them. But you will go on. Because they... your parents would have wanted that. Not just to go on living but to be happy and loved. Cherished. And they will never be far away... always they will be right here. In your heart. Someday, someone will come along in your life that will fill some of that loneliness and though it won't fill up all the holes and darkness it will be enough. It will be.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

The little boy gave Frodo a small peck on the cheek and, with a small but still sad smile on his face, he headed out the door where Elrohir and Elladan already stood ready to comfort him. He stared at them for a moment and then fell into their arms and wept. Elrohir and Elladan held onto him tight as if they would never let him go. A few moments later they closed the door and took the young child back to his room.

Frodo wiped at his eye and then saw a white cloth being dangled in front of him. Frodo smiled up at Sam, took the hanky and pulled Samwise into his arms and kissed him softly on the lips. When they came up for air, Sam stroked Frodo's cheek. “I love you , my dear.”

“I love you, Samwise Gamgee.”

A split second later, Sam made sure the door was closed and locked before he pulled Frodo towards the bed and into his arms.

***

A rider entered the courtyard just as Frodo and Sam were entering the garden. Holding hands, they watched as the mysterious rider was met by Legolas and the Twins. He handed them a small scroll and then, after a brief discussion, he turned and got back onto his horse and rode away.

Curious, Frodo and Sam followed their friends into Elrond's study. There Legolas and the Twins read the scroll. When they had each read it, Frodo spoke, unable to contain himself any longer.

“Well? What does it say?” Frodo asked.

Legolas looked at Frodo and sadly sat down in an empty chair. “The boy, Arander, has kin still in Mirkwood forest. An Uncle and a few cousins. They will be coming within the month to claim him. Although, it was the wish of Arander's parents to remain in Middle-Earth, his remaining kin have decided to sail west. They intend to take him with them. As for the baby, her name is Inwe Linwelin. Her parents were all that she had left. All other kin have already sailed. My father is undecided what is to become of her. He believes that she too should be taken into the West and have what kin she has there take responsibility for her.”

There then, it was decided. Frodo and Sam stared at each other and then at Legolas who now rose to his feet and walked out of the room. His head bowed. The Elrohir and Elladan remained in the room staring silently out the window.

Outside, Arander could be seen jumping and playing in the eastern garden. He was holding a bunny rabbit in his arms, given to him as a present by Elrohir the day before and was feeding the bunny a small carrot. Feeling eyes upon him, he looked up at the Son’s of Elrond and smiled at them. The Twins forced a smile to there lips. Then they turned away.

Frodo saw two streaks of tears fall from each of the Elves eyes. It was apparent that they were going to miss the elf child. In a matter of a few short weeks the boy had done more then become a responsibility for them, but someone they had come to love and cherish. They had found something to fill a gap in their hearts, something they hadn't realized they had been missing in their lives-- until now.

***

Frodo found Legolas in the children's room. He was in the rocking chair and in his arms, held ever so close to his heart, was the baby. His eyes were closed and he was singing. The melody was soft and held a hint of deep sadness within the words. It appeared that Legolas was also having some difficulty in dealing with the fact that the baby he had taken care of these past few weeks would soon be gone.

The attachment seemed to be returned, for the baby seemed happiest when she was in Legolas’s arms. Before Frodo turned and closed the door, he watched as a single tear fell and rolled down Legolas's cheek.

***

“No! No, I won't go. I won't!” The small child was told later that day where his destiny now lay and the results was not ones that anyone expected.

The boy had run off, crying, and disappeared into the garden.

It was Frodo who found Arander, hiding behind a statue of Elrond and his beloved wife Celebrian. A monument created to remind all others, especially visitors, that she and her husband once dwelled here and this was the Last homely house--this was sanctuary.

Frodo didn't say a word; he only took out his small hanky and handed it to the crying child. Arander took it and sniffled at Frodo. His heart was obviously quite torn. After a brief time, the boy handed the hanky back to Frodo who placed it back into his pocket.

Silence followed and, for a moment, Frodo thought the boy had drifted off to sleep but then his head rose and he stared sadly at Frodo. “They will take me in, not out of love, but because of responsibility. I don't want to go with them. I don't want to go to another land I have never seen. I want my mama and papa. Please don't let them take me. My Uncle doesn‘t even like me.”

Frodo took a seat beside the young elf child and held out his arms. Not even a second later, the boy was leaning against Frodo, who gently stroked his hair. What could he say? What could he do to help this poor child?

And then the idea came to him. Frodo softly, began to tell Arander of the life of a young happy boy, who loved his parents very much and that one day... while the little boy was sleeping, his parents had decided to go for a midnight boat ride.

When Frodo finished his story, the elf child was staring into Frodo's face with an expression of horror and yet also, a sense of kinship. That finally one person understood his pain.

“I loved my Uncle Sara and Aunt Esme. They were kind and so very loving. They did their best to take care of me. But as a child I could only think of my own woes and pain. I felt alone and isolated. Although I cared for them in return, I wanted my parents back. That could never be. Then... then one day... my Uncle... Well, a cousin really but... Well, I always called him Uncle... Bilbo, he decided that he needed an heir. And of all the boys in Brandy Hall... he chose me. Like you, I was scared at first and afraid. I did not know what he expected from me. Nor did I know what to expect from myself. It took time of course, leaving Brandy Hall and living in Bag End. Eventually, it became home to me and I came to realize that Bilbo took me in not just because he needed an heir, but because he was lonely too. And that he loved me very much and wanted to take care of me. You will see, all will turn out. I am certain, you just misunderstood your Uncle. I am sure he loves you very much.”

But the boy only shook his head. “My Uncle doesn't like nobody. He hates everyone. He even argued with my ada all the time about leaving for the West. No, no, Frodo I don't want to go! Please, don't let him take me.”

As the small elf child continued to cry, Frodo looked up to see the Twins looking down upon them, their eyes filled with anguish. When the small elf child looked up and saw them, instead of running off again, he ran into their arms and wept so hard, Frodo was sure even the Valar mourned the child's loss.

***

They had one day left before the return journey home, and Frodo felt conflicted. He longed for the children, but Frodo felt as if something was not quite finished. As if he had to finish something, and he wasn't exactly sure what.

Sam had already started packing and looked ready and happy to be returning home. In all, the secluded honeymoon trip, had been a huge success and now, he hungered for his garden and most of all the love of his children. Home was calling.

Walking to the window, Frodo looked outside and could feel a warm breeze upon his face. The air was still too warm. This was certainly very odd weather.

Hearing the sound of horses, Frodo saw a small party of Elves making their way up the long hill towards Elrond's homely house. So Arander's Uncle had arrived. Frodo watched them come closer and took a long searching look at the Elf. He was tall and slender like most of his kind and his hair was a match to Legolas, however, his eyes were dark and... cold. Was Frodo imagining it? He did not sense evil from this Elf, but Frodo could feel a detachment coming from this creature. As if... he was fulfilling a trying duty he had to perform.

Was Arander right about his Uncle? Or was he, Frodo Baggins, trying to come up with some absurd excuse to fight for the child? Somewhere in the back of his mind a long forgotten memory surfaced.

A small child of twelve stood in front of a grave and a large woman stood behind him with two others.

The small child, did not turn around to look at who had spoken. He knew who had and allowed the tears to fall bitterly down his cheeks. Aunt Lobelia would take him away to live in some strange place, with Lotho. At that moment, Frodo wished he had died with his parents.

Pulled back to the present, Frodo remembered with a smile, how Aunt Esmeralda had stepped forward then and snatched him into her arms and shot Saradoc a harsh look of pure rage. Aunt Esme knew that Lobelia would treat the child as if he was a servant and would doubtlessly make the boy’s life a misery, with Lotho tormenting and bullying him as he always had. Frodo never forgot his beloved Aunt’s next words.

And then Saradoc had finally spoken and his voice seemed filled with a bit of smugness and delight to finally best over Lobelia for once.

And with Frodo held lovingly in Aunt Esme's arms, he was led away to Brandy Hall, where Lobelia's detested and annoyed expression was clearly seen from many feet away. Frodo never forgot how tightly he had clung to his Aunt and Uncle that day. He only wished he had told them how relieved and thankful he was to them that he would never be JUST a responsibility to them. Nor, the relief, in not winding up in the care of the dreadful Sackville-Bagginses.

Perhaps, this time, he could do something.

“Sam, I'll be right back.”

Sam watched Frodo go and paused only for a moment before setting everything down and followed after him.

***

Frodo arrived at the courtyard to see the Twins and Legolas were speaking to the arrivals. Arander was present but was hiding behind Elrohir, with his face firmly hidden against his leg.

The baby, Linwe, was in Legolas arms. Moving forward, Frodo caught the words exchanged by the Uncle and the Twins and found himself shocked to the core at the coldness and indifference that was in that voice.

“I have come far to collect that which I have no desire to take. I hope, that you Arander will appreciate what I am doing? Such a responsibility thrust upon me because of your foolish parents.”

Frodo had gasped and could see the clear surprise also held in Legolas and the Twin’s eyes. Even Lindir, who was standing by the garden, had overheard and was genuinely surprised and shocked by these words. If only Lord Elrond was still here, he would have surely said something inspirational to put this hard and cold Elf in his place.

“And I suppose, I am to be further inconvenienced with this small babe? Alas, that is why I am here, let us not waste anymore time. Let us begone. I wish to be at the Haven's before the first snow.”

The boy had begun to wail as his Uncle took the boy's hand. It was not a tender touch and the Uncle's eyes seemed to become colder. “Enough with tears. They are gone, and it is time to move on. You are now my responsibility and I will provide you with a home with me.”

Could the words of Aunt Lobelia ring more loudly in his ears! Frodo felt the rage boil over and he ran forward grabbing the child from the Uncle's arms and handed the grief stricken child back to the Twins.

“What is the meaning of this?” Frodo roared and it was almost laughable for the Twins and Legolas to see Frodo, such a small hobbit, stare up at the tall Elf with much contempt in his eyes, as if he was chiding a child instead of an adult.

“How dare you! These children are not a responsibility nor an inconvenience. They are your kin and should be treated with higher regard then you seem able to give. They survived horrors that no child should ever have to contend with. Who do you think you are to speak to them in this way? Children need more than a roof over their heads and food in their mouths! They need love above all else, and if you cannot provide them with that then you are not FIT to take them! You should be ashamed. Your brother and his wife died to keep their son and this baby alive... And you hold them in contempt for it, because it dragged you all the way from Mirkwood forest? For delaying your time to leave Middle-Earth as if it was some junkyard to be thrown aside now that it is of no longer any use? I hold you in contempt!”

Frodo's finger raised and pointed at the Elf, his face contorted in barely suppressed rage. “And who said you should be fit to be their guardian? Who made this decree that you should take up this responsibility? Even strangers show more affection to them then you have in the whole five minutes of your arrival? You don't want them, then be done with it. Why did you come at all? So you can make them feel for the rest of their lives that they owe you? Owe your generosity in taking them in? Rubbish! Off with you then! Go to the Havens and into the West. But without them with you. They will stay here where they can be truly loved and cared for. Elrohir and Elladan will take care of Arander and Legolas shall have Linwe. They will show these children real love and generosity of which you have none to give.”

The Elf's back straightened, and the Twins and Legolas both saw the suppressed anger that was coming from this being. Legolas moved quickly to Frodo’s side to offer what support he could.

He had been insulted by this imp? Whatever it was, he was not going to allow it. “Who do you think you are, that you speak of me thus? What insignificant creature are you to judge me? I have lived since the first age and have knowledge that surpasses many! You who cannot even be in his early stages of adulthood? You who dictate that which is none of your business?”

It was Legolas that spoke out. “This is no mere creature. This is a Hobbit, Frodo Baggins. The Ringbearer. And he has more knowledge and wisdom in his short years than you have in all your long ones. He has the highest regard and love by the Elders. Including my Father and Lord Elrond. As well as the King of Gondor and all the free people‘s of Middle-Earth. So, I would watch thy tongue if I was you.”

The Uncle now looked at Legolas and was about to speak when suddenly a large shadow seemed to appear from above them.

Frodo looked up and gasped as the sight of a large eagle flying above and slowly started to make its way downwards towards them. Sam ran to his beloved and took Frodo protectively in his arms. The giant eagle circled only once more, before finding a place on a high boulder near the waterfalls.

They were astounded it was one of the Great Eagles. In fact Gwaihir himself.

Frodo watched as a single shadowed figure leaped to the ground and made its way slowly towards them. The figure was rather tall, and his hair was white. He had a beard and wore white robes and a gray cloak.

Frodo, Sam and Legolas smiled in joy to see the familiar form. Even the Son’s of Elrond looked at each other in delighted surprise. This was most unexpected.

The strange elf looked at the approaching stranger and though he had not met this being formally, he did know who was approaching. It was Frodo who spoke first. “Gandalf!”

The white wizard strode with pride and purpose towards the elves. The eyes did briefly glance at the two Hobbits and a twinkle was clearly seen in his eyes.

“Olorin!” The elf bowed his head but it was clear that even with an Istari he showed little respect.

“Tremaliha. I remember you well. Even throughout the centuries you cared for nothing but yourself and your own offspring. You are quite the stain to King Thranduil and an insult to many of the Wise and Great Elves.”

The wizard briefly glanced at two other Elves that had remained by their horses. They matched their father in looks and personality and cold eyes.

“I have come to full fill my duty. I will take the children.”

The wizard only shook his head and smiled. “And that duty has been taken from you, by the powers that sent me. They will not go into the West, not by you. Not now at this time. You may now go.”

Tremaliha waited for a moment and seemed about to argue, when Gandalf took a step towards him.

“Frodo Baggins is quite correct. Children need to be loved, not treated as if they are a burden to be used and discarded at your every whim. I say again, you may leave now. And may you someday realize truly what you have lost.”

The Elf paused only a moment but not before flashing an angry look at the Hobbits. Then he was on his horse and with his two sons headed away. Once they were gone, a joyful cry rang out. The Twins grabbed Arander and twirled him in their arms, each kissing the boy‘s cheek in their happiness. Legolas clung to Linwe and kissed her on the forehead, his eyes flashing with unsurpassed joy. As for Frodo and Sam, they raced to Gandalf's side and hugged the wizard tightly.

“Gandalf! Gandalf!” They cried. Frodo almost danced in a circle, waving his arms all around him in glee, before throwing himself back into the Wizards arms.

After a brief time, the wizard detached himself gently from the overjoyed Hobbits and grinned at everyone around him.

“You have come back? To stay?” asked Sam, his brown eyes positively filled with joy.

Gandalf stared at the once humble and shy Gardener of Bag End and smiled at the great Hobbit, Samwise, had become.

“Visit. I have been sent to perform an errand or two and I will stay until it is completed...”

Frodo could not keep the smile off his lips. “Gandalf! I am so happy you have come. I missed you. I missed you terribly!”

Gandalf laughed and opened his arms, and Frodo once again was hugging his beloved wizard and friend.

“And I you, my dearest of all Hobbits. And I you!”

No one noticed the giant Eagle span out his wings and return to the skies. They were far too busy rejoicing the return of the missing piece of the Fellowship. Gandalf was back.

***

4

“Gandalf, why have you returned? Not just because of... the children?” asked Frodo.

It was late, and the sounds of a night owl were heard in the distance. The fire crackled and Elrohir placed another log on the fire. Arander was asleep in Elladan's arms and for the past few minutes they were in debate whether to pick the child up and put him to bed or let him stay where he was, safe in their arms.

It was a warm night in Autumn, and again Frodo was struck by how strange of weather they were having.

Legolas was sitting by the window, his eyes drifting from time to time out the window and then back down to the small bundle he held in his arms. Gandalf stood by the hearth, drinking a small glass of wine and now, after a big feast to welcome the Wizard's return from the west, seemed to be in quiet reflection.

Frodo and Sam sat together at the table, their hands tightly wound together, staring at the wizard in joy and a little fearful. What had brought Gandalf's return? Was some great evil stirring?

“Gandalf?” Frodo prodded softly.

Coming out of his thoughts, Gandalf smiled. “No, not just for these two small ones. Although their suffering has been felt clearly by those that sent me. They are where they belong. In the keep of those that will truly shower them with love.”

Legolas paused to glance at Gandalf questioningly. Gandalf smiled at the elf. “You have braved Trolls, Orcs, a Balrog and yes, Sauron himself. Tell me not, fair prince, you fear the joys of parenthood? Surely this, is not such a... frightening task?”

Legolas smiled and shook his head. “I just don't know... will I be enough? What will Gimli say? And where and how shall I raise her?”

Gandalf chuckled at the elf and, moving to Legolas side, looked down at the sleeping baby and then back at Legolas. “When has the worry of what a dwarf thinks or says ever stopped you from doing what you wanted? I think you have nothing to fear in either case. I believe in time you will find Gimli sharing your burden with joy and great expectation. As for where? What a thought indeed. Why not where she was going to be raised in the first place. Ithilien. As for that first question... I believe the more important question should be will how to keep Linwe from being turned into a very spoiled elf child? Fear not, Legolas, my old friend. You are going to make a wonderful... parent.” Gandalf chuckled and walked away, ignoring Legolas’s slightly raised eyebrow which slowly lowered and a small smile came to his lips.

Gandalf glanced at the sleeping elf boy and smiled at the twins. “Your father sends his blessings. He has seen what you are facing and rejoices at your turn at fatherhood. He also bade me to tell you that he hopes that this small one will be ever as... energetic as you two were for him.” The twins paused and wondered if their father meant that as a good thing... or a dreaded curse.

Gandalf chuckled when he saw their faces and continued. “All that you need is here and he is certain whatever comes your way, you will handle it as you have handled all things. With great efficiency and bravery. Your mother also sends you her love and greetings and news. By the grace of the Valar your parents have been gifted a child of their own. A new sister to ease the loss of Arwen. She is called Miriel. And she has brought them much joy.”

The Twins each looked to each other, unsurpassed happiness filled their eyes.

“They bid you to raise Arander as your own and when or if ever a time you decide to come into the West, they will be waiting in joy for you both as well as there newest grandchild.”

Frodo rose from his chair and moved to Gandalf's side. His hand reached out and Gandalf took the small hand into his own. “I still can't believe you are really here. I just can't. And no matter how long or short... I am so happy. Aragorn will be so... so thrilled too. I can't wait to see his face.”

Gandalf looked down upon Frodo and smiled. “My dearest Frodo, I wish I could say that all my time will be spent on this visit with you and your new found family. But I am afraid that I do have some work to do. However, I promise to spend at least some of it with those I hold dear to my heart.”

Wiping at his eyes, Frodo nodded at Gandalf and then returned to himself. “So ah, again, why are you here?”

Gandalf couldn't help laughing slightly and then taking a seat at the table, he nodded at the group of friends. “As you well know, there are still traces of Sauron's allies here in Middle-Earth. Or rather a small gathering of Orcs, and yes, even some other darker forces. The Valar has looked into the future and sees much evil ahead. They have decided that something must me done to put a stop to it. Once and for all. That is why I have returned. To put out the last smoldering evil of Sauron. A task, I am certain, I am more than up to handling and shouldn't take more than...” He paused to see the fear in Frodo's eyes already dreading that his visit would be all too brief and doubtless the painful goodbye already approaching. “A few years, perhaps a decade or two?”

The fear vanished and joy filled Frodo's eyes. Sam offered Gandalf some grapes; Gandalf took them and winked at Sam.

“When you return to Minas Tirith, I will be joining you, that is if you don't mind the company of an old man?” Frodo and Sam both grinned widely. “I didn't think so,” chuckled Gandalf.

Minutes later, the two hobbits appeared to be following the path of the children and were having a hard time stifling yawns and droopy eyes.

“Off with you now. I shall be here when you awake and longer. You may yet tire of my company.”

Frodo only shook his head and gave Gandalf a final hug before taking Sam's hand and heading out into the hall and towards their waiting chambers. Once the two hobbits bade Gandalf goodnight, the wizard made certain the hobbits were well down the hall and out of hearing distance before speaking.

“I have come also to make certain no harm comes to the Ringbearer,” Gandalf replied softly and with more than a bit of concern in his voice. Both the twins and Legolas now faced Gandalf, with dread filled eyes.

“I knew there was more to your coming,” spoke Legolas softly. “What is it?”

“Two great evils are rising. And they must be stopped at all costs, my friends. One is a dark creature that has awoken in the Far East. An evil helped to be brought about, thanks to those who still desire to overthrow Aragorn and Gondor. I also sense a great evil approaching from the North.. This being will come seeking only one thing... to get their hands on the Ringbearer. I shall say no more of this. I will discuss it further only with Aragorn. Frodo and Sam must not know any of this. Not yet at any rate. When the time comes, I will tell all. For now, much like those dear babes you hold in your arms, it is time to rest.”

With that, Gandalf got to his feet and walked out of the room.

***

Legolas placed Linwe into her crib and stared down at the small sleeping baby. His eyes were filled with love and joy. He was a father now, it was slowly sinking in and all Legolas wanted to do was rejoice in song. He closed his eyes and began to sing.

--- Don't give up It's just the weight of the world When your heart's heavy I Iwill lift it for you ---

The twins placed Arander gently into his bed and paused to look down at him. The boy had folded his hands together under his head and had a small smile on his face. It seemed the pain and grief, though would always remain, had lessened now that he was going to be staying with those that would truly love him. The Twins also knew there life was about to change. No more would they be thinking only of themselves. They had another life to consider. A being that would need them for many years to come. The Warriors they were, they would always be, but now they would be more careful and more hesitant to go into battle. And though tomorrow seemed uncertain, the Twin sons of Elrond now had something to look forward to.

--- Don't give up Because you want to be heard If silence keeps you I will break it for you ---

The Owl sat on the tree branch and could see a warm light within the last homely house. Although many of its people had left it, the home still remained alive and full of energy. A place of sanctuary and love. The Owl hooted once more and then took off to look for her supper.

--- Everybody wants to be understood. Well, I can hear you. Everybody wants to be loved Don't give up Because you are loved ---

Sam held Frodo tightly in his arms and with a contented smile drifted off into a peaceful sleep. In his dreams, he was home in his garden, the children were playing. Belle was in her crib sleeping, and Frodo-- Frodo was sitting on the bench smoking his pipe and staring at his beloved with true happiness.

--- Don't give up It's just the hurt that you hide When you're lost inside I'll be there to find you ---

Gandalf entered the room softly, carefully so as not to waken the small ones. The light of the moon drifted on the bed, showing two small sleeping beings. The dark chestnut curls rested on a silk pillow, his body held in strong arms. A smile was on Frodo's lips and Gandalf could almost see that which brought Frodo to so much joy.

--- Don't give up Because you want to burn bright. If darkness blinds you I will shine to guide you. Everybody wants to be understood. Well, I can hear you ---

He was surrounded by light and love. His parents, Uncle Bilbo, Sam, his cousins, the Fellowship and most of all the children, his beloved children. They were with him and around him and all was wonderful and beautiful. He would never be alone again. Frodo sighed happily in his sleep. He was whole again, healed and loved.

--- Everybody wants to be loved Don't give up because you are loved (you are loved) ---

Gandalf looked out the window and stared up at the moon. A dark shadow past the bright light. An eagle circled once and then flew away. He turned back to Frodo and Sam and frowned in concern. No matter what he would guard over them this time and no Balrog would keep him from his appointed task.

Whatever came to pass.

When morning arose and after a leisure and more than adequate breakfast, Frodo and Sam with Legolas and his newly adopted daughter and Gandalf taking the lead started the journey for home.

---Don't give up (don't give up) It's just the weight of the world (you are loved) Don't give up (don't give up) Everyone needs to be heard (don't give up) You are loved (you are loved) ---

THE END (For now.)