It had been ten years since he left the Shire. Ten years since he left Middle-Earth, and now, like a thief in the night, he seemed to be making his way towards the great city. The journey had been slow, for his two companions refused to allow him to over do it. They would travel only a few hours before taking a lengthy rest. He knew they were in a rush, but they would not push him too hard. They knew upon seeing him that he bore another burden that was as precious as he.

So, it had been nearly a week ago that he came back on the shores of Middle-Earth. It was not to the Grey Havens he returned, but to another more secret dock, the Sea of Rhun. He was still confused by all that had happened to him, and the amount of time that had passed. He was also half asleep and wasn't sure if he would make it much longer without collapsing.

Then, as the sun seemed to rise above the mountains, Frodo could see the towering white city from afar. It was stunning and beautiful. More beautiful than Frodo had remembered. But, at that time he had other pressing concerns, as well as a wound that would not heal.

Smiling, he stopped his pony and took a long moment to stare at the vast magnitude of this great kingdom. It had been nearly destroyed and ruined by Sauron, but now after so many years the rebuilding had restored it to its glory. It was so lovely that tears filled his eyes.

“Little one?“

Frodo returned to himself, and nodded at the twins, who looked back at him with worried eyes. Frodo smiled and waved at them. “Time is wasting, my friends. I am hungry and long for my first breakfast.“

With smiles returning to their faces, they quickened their pace.

***

Frodo held the hood over his face and allowed his escorts to continue to walk him through the vast levels of the city. His gray colored pony made no protest and faithfully continued to bare her burden with pride. It was almost in some way she knew what she carried. Frodo had been surprised to see her waiting at the docks for him, as if she had been sent.

She held no bridle or saddle and seemed to be owned by no one. Yet, when Frodo walked off the plank, she stood before him. Frodo was not sure who had brought her, or how she came to be, but he knew the gift that was given him and took it eagerly. The twins arrived shortly afterwards.

They saw the ship that carried its passenger already disappearing into the horizon, going back from whence it came. Frodo stood quietly by the pony, stroking its mane and trying to allow himself and her to get use to each other. On the ground near Frodo's feet were two trunks. One larger than the other, it was black with little to no designs upon it. The other trunk was white and had a familiar seal upon the trunk. The ornament of a leaf and a white elvish marking that read --Gifts of Olorin.

Frodo was surprised to see the twin sons of Elrond. Though, like their sister, they had chosen to remain in Middle-Earth. Frodo did not know how they had known of his return. Who had sent them?

As it happened, they had been making way to Minas Tirith when they both fell into reverie. A vision came to them. Their father spoke, telling them to come to the shores of Mahana near the Sea of Rhun. And here they came. They rejoiced at the sight of the Ringbearer's return.

Frodo had laughed and allowed each of the twins to hug him. After a light luncheon, Frodo remarked of his desire to go at once to the Shire. Ever since stepping foot upon the boat, Frodo had visions of Samwise Gamgee, his faithful servant, that truly worried him. It had been this way for some time. He did not see the smile of his gardener looking back at him but a hobbit in grief and pain. But, that was another story. A story Frodo did not wish to go into, not now.

However, instead of getting an escort to the Shire, the twins had begged Frodo to come first to Gondor, to see Aragorn. Although, Frodo indeed intended to see the King, Frodo's first wish was to be reunited with his beloved gardener and cousins. To see them once again and rejoice in all that they had accomplished since his departure. But the twins were most insistent. After some time, Frodo finally asked them to be blunt. Why this rush to go to Minas Tirith?

They finally, sadly revealed the state of affairs in Gondor. A plague had hit the city, and many had died. The Queen and Aragorn were hit with the sickness last year, and though they survived, Arwen, who was eight months pregnant with a daughter had miscarried. Since then, the King and Queen had fallen into a deep depression. It seemed all of the kingdom mourned, until a few months ago, when the Lady informed all that she was once again expecting. That was the reason for them coming. To do all that they could to make certain this child came into the world healthy and alive.

They had also said that Aragorn was still filled with great sadness and grief. That Aragorn had heard of Frodo's departure ten years ago into the West and had never truly recovered. It seemed he was filled with guilt and remorse that Frodo's wounding had caused the hobbit to leave all that he loved to seek healing elsewhere. Not even the King's healing hands could cure the wounds inflicted upon the hobbit in whom he loved as a son. Frodo had wept at the news of the lost child. And it was then Frodo knew Sam and his kin would have to wait. He could easily send them word once he arrived in Gondor.

Frodo climbed upon his pony, which he named Firelight, and slowly began to make his way to the white city. It was not yet the first day when Frodo kept getting odd looks from the twins. They could not seem to take their eyes off of him. Frodo had ignored the looks at first, but after a while, they were making him feel uneasy.

“What is it? Why do you stare at me as if you have never seen me before?” Frodo had asked in Elvish.

Elrohir was the first to find his voice and apologized at once for the staring.

“It was just that you have changed. But not as I expected. You look younger. As in the days perhaps of your youth and a glow is about you, and... a light. A great light deep within you... By Eru!”

The twins both paused and then smiled. They then leaped off their horses and kneeled before the Hobbit. Frodo looked at them and felt his face turn quite red.

“Please, please don't kneel. You of all others know how uncomfortable I feel about such things. There is much to tell and explain, but not here. I will reveal all to the King and Queen and then we can celebrate this gift. A gift truly from the Valar.”

The twins had left it at that, but upon the journey they had made certain to take the easiest and safest routes and of course stopped frequently and lastly made certain that the Ringbearer had plenty to eat. Now a week had passed and finally Frodo could feel the butterflies in his throat. Soon, he would be seeing Aragorn again. He wondered briefly if Legolas and Gimli were here? Oh, how he longed to see the Fellowship again. How he longed to be with all those he loved. Save the one that he would never see again. Poor Boromir.

A brief pain hit him and Frodo clutched at his heart. The twins stopped at once and ran to his side. Their faces filled with worry and concern. While one touched his forehead the other touched his chest, murmuring words in Elvish. Frodo quickly, but gently brushed them away. Recovering, he smiled to reassure them.

“I am well. I am merely tired, that is all. Truly. Do not fear for me. My wounds have almost all been mended. I assure you.“

Convinced, but still concerned, they slowed the pace even more. As they reached the top level, Frodo expected Aragorn to be waiting. He had heard the calls ring out that visitors have entered the city. But, reaching the Courtyard, Frodo saw no King, but instead a Queen.

She was still beautiful and ethereal as ever. Her long flowing raven hair was pinned back with a jeweled butterfly and she was dressed in a long flowing pink and white gown, with laces everywhere. She glowed like an angel.

She smiled and as Frodo got off Firelight, the Lady Arwen had dropped to her knees and embraced the hobbit. “You have come back! Frodo!”

Frodo tried not to cry. He had prepared himself for this emotionally, or so he thought, but when he saw the tears of the Queen, Frodo felt his own tears arise.

“Aragorn is in court right now. He does not yet know of your arrival. I was informed by my courtier that my brothers had arrived with a Periannath. I thought it was perhaps one of your cousins. I could not believe my eyes when I saw you enter the courtyard. The light within you was unmistakable.”

She paused to look longingly at Frodo and realized he was not wearing the Evenstar. The necklace she had given to Frodo to help him in his darkest hours. Frodo smiled at Arwen.

“I saw your mother. She was--quite saddened by your choice, though somehow--she knew you would not come into the West. I hope you do not mind, I gave her the Evenstar as a gift and for comfort.”

Arwen smiled and nodded. “Thank you, Frodo. You are truly kind to all hearts. Now, come. Let us go to my chambers, and after some rest and refreshment, you must tell me everything.”

“Everything?” Frodo asked with a small smile gracing his lips.

Arwen paused to look at Frodo, her eyes dwelling below his chest. Frodo looked at her in return and moments later they were laughing.

***

Food was set before Frodo. The twins had taken seats near the fireplace and seemed to be in quiet contemplation, while at the same time preparing to listen to the story Frodo would soon tell. Arwen watched in delight to see that Frodo's hobbit stomach had returned. He ate everything on his plate and even had seconds.

He now sipped at a fruit drink, relaxed in a soft blue silk shirt and vest, a gift made for him from Arwen's mother a few years ago. Arwen glanced at the only things Frodo had brought with him, two trunks. One that held a few of Frodo's personal clothing, including the Mithril shirt, Sting and the Star of Earendil.

“Will Firelight be well cared for?” Frodo had asked.

Arwen reassured him that in the King's stables, the horses were not only well cared for, but well fed. They were all found to be just a bit overweight. Since the years of the Great war, peace had come to Gondor. Not that Aragorn was slack in keeping up a strong military and protective guard for his kingdom, but its inhabitants and people were glad to have these years of peace after fighting so long against darkness.

Frodo then placed his hand upon Arwen's hand and looked at her sadly, with eyes filled with grief. “I am sorry about both you and Aragorn's loss. I am so, terrible sorry. I know my words can bring you no comfort, but please know my heart goes out to you both.”

Arwen nodded, tears came to her eyes, and she spoke softly. “The Plague fever came fast and left quickly. Many died in its sickness. I am not the only one who has lost someone that they loved. The sickness however was surprising. For it seemed that even us elves were not immune by its effects. Legolas fell ill to it. Gimli was most upset at that time.”

Frodo tried to swallow and couldn't. “Legolas, is he well now?”

“Yes. He is here in court with Aragorn. Gimli as well. They will all be so pleased to see you. Faramir and his Lady are here too.”

Frodo smiled and waited to hear the stories of how they had been since his ten year departure.

“Faramir and the Lady Eowyn are expecting their third child. Their first, a son, Boromir, is now five. Theoden is two, and I do believe their third child will be their first daughter. Eowyn is having quite a hard time finding a name for a girl since she was set and ready to call her third Frodo.“

Frodo blushed and shook his head. “Then it is well that it is a girl.”

They both chuckled and Frodo continued to wait for more.

“Legolas and Gimli are inseparable. They are often visiting Ithilien and Gondor. In Spring, they often go to Fangorn Forest or the Glittering caves for a time. Although, last spring, they went to visit Samwise in Hobbiton.”

Arwen paused and waited unsure she should continue. Frodo's eyes filled with concern. He had been afraid of this, but now he had to summon his courage.

“Did the plague come to the Shire?”

Arwen smiled and shook her head. “No. The plague never got any further than Minas Tirith. Aragorn was able to figure out it was the water that had been contaminated. Somehow a dark stream coming in the direction of Mordor was the cause of this atrocity.“

Frodo breathed in relief, though he was uncertain why the Lady seemed to concerned at mentioning Legolas and Gimli's visit to see Sam. So Frodo asked to ease his worry. “Sam is well?”

“Yes. He is well. Merry and Pippin are also. They are both wed to two lovely hobbit lasses and each have a child of there own. They both had quite a fit when their wives were expecting. They both wanted to call their sons after you.”

Again Frodo felt a blush rise to his cheeks.

“But alas, both were born daughters. So, Merry named his daughter Eowyn and Pippin named his daughter Sunshine--Sunny for short.”

Frodo sighed in contentment and took another long sip of his fruit juice. It warmed him to know they still thought of him.

“Tell me more. How many children does Sam and Rose have now?”

Arwen seemed to pause for a moment and, then after looking briefly over Frodo's shoulder, she returned her attention to Frodo. As Frodo was sipping his drink he did not see this display.

“Well before you left you are aware that Sam had Elanor and Frodo your namesake. I must say Samwise didn't spend all his time gardening.”

Frodo laughed at this as Arwen continued. “Elanor is fourteen now, and Frodo is just turning ten. He has since added to his family line Rose, Merry and Pippin, and of course Goldilocks, Hamfast, Daisy, and Primrose. Primrose just turned a year old this month.”

Frodo sighed blissfully. “Nine babes. You are right, he hasn't spent all his time gardening.” Chuckling, Frodo allowed Arwen to refill his glass. “I will have to have a stern talk to him about letting Rose get some rest in between. I am sure she must have her hands full.”

Frodo did not see the sadness that flashed in Arwen's eyes, for when he looked again her face had ceased all emotion.

“And what of Eomer King? How fares our great Horse Lord?”

Frodo smiled still remembering the kind man who escorted Frodo not only everywhere he went in the city years ago, but also when he had journeyed to Rohan for Theoden Kings funeral. The Horse Lord had been great, handsome and very gallant. Frodo still remembered a brief kiss they shared under the apple orchards near the Kings stables.

Although the Horse Lord apologized for overstepping his bounds, Frodo had not apologized nor would he take the apology. Instead he had said, ‘I shall carry this one moment as a treasure like no other. Thank you my Lord.’

Frodo bid him farewell a few days later and Frodo saw the tears in his eyes as he had turned away to return to his home. Once they had been far enough away, Gandalf, who was journeying with them to Rivendell, had spoken words that at the time made Frodo do a lot more than blush.

“It seems my favorite hobbit has captured more hearts then he will ever know what to do with.”

When Frodo had found his voice he managed to say only, “Oh hush.”

But Gandalf was hardly put off and smiled for a long time afterwards.

“He has finally wed.”

Frodo felt his heart sink slightly. He had so hoped to return to Rohan and perhaps... perhaps have another interlude with the Horse Lord. Frodo made no pretense, he did not love Eomer, but the Horse Lord was attractive and had certainly cast a spell over him. But there was only one that truly held his heart. And, oh, how he longed to see him.

“Has he?“

Frodo put down his drink and made to take a mushroom from another platter and tried to swallow it. He found his mouth was too dry and returned it to his plate.

“Yes, to Lothiriel of Dol Amroth. She has one child. A daughter, they named her Elfwine the Fair. She is very pretty.”

Frodo nodded grimly and resolved. It was just as well. “That is wonderful. I must send a gift to congratulate him. As well as to Faramir and his fair lady.”

Arwen gently placed a hand on his arm and leaned close to him. “They would ask no gift but to see you again. That would be gift enough to all. They love you Frodo. They still love you as they did then if not more now. You have never strayed out of their thoughts. Not even in a day's time. Aragorn himself has greatly mourned you.”

Frodo looked in surprise at the Queen. “But why?”

“He has carried much guilt within him. From the moment he carried you in his arms from the Eagles. From the moment you left Minas Tirith and when word came to him of your great illnesses to finally your choice to journey into The West. He has never been able to forgive himself. For allowing you to bare such a burden, to bare it alone, after he vowed his life to you. To be unable to heal your wounds and therefore forcing you to leave all you hold dear.”

Once again she paused to look briefly over Frodo's shoulder before looking back at the Hobbit. “Because he loves you. Because we all loved you. Your pain, we saw it, and could do nothing to take it from you. We failed you.”

Frodo shook his head and smiled sadly at her. “Well, I shall have to give Aragorn a great talking to. Guilt, as I am well aware of, can eat your soul away and leave you nothing in return. There has been enough guilt, My Queen. It is time for all to be let go.“

Arwen finally leaned back in her chair, glad that the conversation was at last going in the direction that she most desired. “Please, then... tell me... tell me all that has happened since you left. What has brought your return and your transformation. For I see your wounds, indeed, have almost all mended.”

Frodo raised his glass and took another small sip. Swallowing the sweet fruity taste, he returned his gaze at the Queen.

“It is a long story. Filled with pain and sadness and a miracle... yes. It is time to tell my story. And you my Lady, I will grant you the first to know my tale... The Healing of Frodo Baggins--Hobbit of The Shire.”

The twins restocked the fire in the fireplace and then sat themselves again on the carpet. They paused more than a few times to glance behind Frodo to look into the dark shadows that were in the great doorway. They knew who stood in that darkness and they knew they were of no threat. They smiled to themselves and turned there attention back to Frodo, who was beginning to tell his tale.

“I am not certain where to begin. You know the suffering I came to by bearing the Dark Lord's Ring. And though many know my tale from the stories of the Red Book or perhaps from those that knew me, few understood truly the pain I endured and continued to endure after its destruction.

“I think truly only Gandalf really knew the pain I suffered. Often as I lay here, after the Quest, in the house of healing, he would come and wrap me in his arms. He did not speak and I needed no voice, just his presence and that alone was of much assurance. But it was so hard for me, my Queen. Many believed that the destruction of the Ring was to undo all the harm and evil that Sauron brought to Middle-Earth. For me, it seemed the pain was just beginning. I still had the wounds of the WitchKing of Angmar upon my shoulder. I still bore the poison of Shelob and the most accursed wounding wrought by the Ring, so dark and so wretched that I still desired to have. Longed for it. Needed it. I felt like it was all that I had left in this world. And it was gone.

“I despaired so, always going back and forth. Glad that it was destroyed and with its destruction bringing such joy to all Middle-Earth and hating all of you, for making me destroy it--that which I loved. Madness, that claimed me time and time again, eating away at me. Eating away my soul. I could see it in your faces. How you looked at me with pity and concern. And I had to hide away, even from those I loved the most.

“Yes, I knew of the guilt that they all carried. Aragorn, Merry, Pippin, Faramir and yes, even my dear Sam. What you did not know was the hate and bitterness I carried within me. I wanted to strike out at everything. It seemed the poison of Mordor and Sauron had but a brief bit of triumph over me. Knowing that these feelings were wrong, and unable to do anything about it, I sought instead to distance myself from all of you, afraid that I would poison you with my--evil.

“All of you praised me as a hero, a champion, and all I saw within myself was a Gollum. More vile and more wretched then he, for I felt that no one understood nor cared for me anymore. Now that the Ring was gone, what good was I now? Nothing. I was nothing.”

“Oh, Frodo.”

Frodo leaned against his seat and could not bring himself to look into Arwen's or the twin's eyes. He could not bare the pain that surely existed now after revealing his true pain and his own darkness.

“Long before the Ring came to me, I desired nothing but the solace of my home in Bag End and the love of my friends and family. I even played with the idea of children and someone to love in my life. But with the coming of the Ring, all of that was gone. But, I held hope. Hope that Sam would be right. That returning to the Shire would make things better. So, I went home.

“Sam of course was exalted to be back, and I encouraged him to seek out his Rose and wed her. Merry and Pippin also seemed to be in one piece. The Quest had not poisoned them as it did me, and I was happy to see and rejoice in their laughter. Perhaps even for a brief time, I did find some peace, yet it did not last long.

“The evil followed me, or rose again inside me. Slowly at first, consuming me only in dreams. Then they came to me when I was awake. I would look at those around me, those that I loved and see happiness and joy in their eyes and I would hate them. Hate them and want to hurt them. Make them bleed as I bled. Angry that they could not see my pain, bitter because they did not suffer as I did. It was horrible, all those dark and terrible thoughts. At first I truly believed that it would go away.

Instead, it got worse. And worse.---

“Sam was so confused and seemed split in two. His love for Rose and the birth of his children seemed to complete him. Becoming Mayor and the blessings of Eru to the gardens he tended were things he so rightfully deserved. They all deserved it, but instead of feeling happy for them, I grew more and more melancholy. Finally, I could bare it no more. The choice of leaving was growing in my mind, the gift you gave to me. But in my darkness, I felt I did not deserve such a reward.

“One day, in my most darkest hour I did the unthinkable. It was Rose who found me. Fortunately, Sam was able to stop the bleeding. But I despaired. The pain in there eyes and the confusion brought me no comfort. The fire no longer warmed me, water did not curb my thirst. Food was like ash in my mouth. Sound of birds singing and crickets chirping made me recoil. The sun was unbearable and the moonlight cold and untouchable. I felt myself dying. I was dying and no one could see, or perhaps they did not wish to see.”

Frodo looked up and saw the tears streaming from Arwens eyes. He glanced at the twins and saw they too were weeping.

“It was Gandalf who came one night. I wept in his arms like a child. I felt like such a coward. He would not hear my foolish ramblings, pleading for him to take my life, to end it. He said that it was time to come away. To heal and find happiness and joy once again. He asked me to come with him, to go into the West. To take the gift you had given me. So I did. I did not think that my departure would bring about so much pain or guilt. I felt as if I had been forgotten and that I was too vile and wretched to be thought of. I truly believed it would be best that I leave. Before I wound up hurting someone. Surely it was for the best?

“My poor Sam. He was beside himself, torn in two. Merry and Pippin were so frightened and confused. I wanted to explain to them that this was for the best, that this is how it had to be. But the words would not come. Their pain no longer touched me, not truly. I still believed that within a few days I would be forgotten as I should be. I did not deserve to be remembered.”

Frodo paused when he heard a sob come to Arwen's lips. Or was it. Did it come from behind him? No, it had to be the lady.

“You see, that is how it had come to be. I no longer thought of anyone, only myself. My pain, my grief. I had drifted away but was unable to fly. I could only feel myself falling into darkness.

“When I went with Gandalf and Bilbo on that boat, and I looked back-- That was when a moment of peace came to me. That I knew that it was right that I leave. Spare them of my evil... an evil I could not disperse. A pain that refused to go away. It infested me.

“When I walked upon those white shores and saw the beauty before me... for a brief moment again I wanted to believe I would find healing there on Tol Eressea, so beautiful and so peaceful, I would spend the rest of my life.

And for some weeks I did have a bit of serenity. Bilbo seemed to return to himself as well. Younger and full of vinegar, a strength I hadn't seen in years.”

Frodo chuckled.

“He started writing again and making short trips all around the island. He was so happy. He was like a child in market seeing all the delights they had to offer. And once again my anger and bitterness swept through me. You see, it had followed me. To my horror even there and towards my dearest Uncle.”

Arwen couldn't help but ask. “Does Bilbo still live?”

“He was old, my Lady... but happy and content... He lived for four more years. But alas, he finally chose the eternal sleep. Elrond was there at the end. They had become quite close. Your father had Bilbo buried just outside in his garden, under a willow tree. He goes there often. I think your father misses him as much as I. Gandalf as well. My Uncle, it seems, captured a few hearts of his own. He died with a smile upon his face surrounded by loved ones. I wish I could say I grieved but... you see, I was once again detaching myself from all around me. Pushing everyone away.

“Only Gandalf knew what I was doing. He could see the pain had come back and the anger, bitterness was building.

Everyone held out hope that I would find healing here. But instead, I found only myself cut off from the world that I had lived in, the people I loved and a Ring I still desired.

“It was shortly after Bilbo's death that I finally gave up all hope. I finally lay upon my bed refusing to leave it. I refused all nourishment and all company. I would have barred Gandalf but... well, that Wizard can say all he wants about the stubbornness of hobbits, but he is rather stubborn himself to be sure, if not more so.”

Arwen smiled but only lightly. Frodo grinned also before resuming a more sad expression on his face and then after swallowing, he continued to tell his story.

“Four years and still I felt no mending, no healing. All was growing dark around me and I felt that perhaps my only hope was in death. Perhaps in the halls of Mando's I could be healed. Or perhaps oblivion could end it at last. I sought death, courted it, begged it to come. Gandalf, fought valiantly for me. Calling me back, pleading for me to return. He loved me so. He loved me still, even knowing that in the end, on Mount Doom I failed everyone and claimed the Ring for my own, a guilt I carried well into the West. I was no hero, I was just as bad as Gollum in the end. If not Worse. For I was well aware of the consequences and I did not care.

“Not even the thought of Sam could bring me ease. I was in love with Sam. I loved him since what seems like forever. At first it was a more like a brother relationship. Somehow it became a deep friendship that grew stronger and stronger each day. The Quest would have failed if Sam had not been there... helping me... carrying me. When I knew we were going to die, and that the Ring was gone, it was only then that I realized that our brother and friendship had gone beyond even that. I loved him... loved him and knew even then I would never have him. That I would have to let him go. Because I was no longer able to receive love in return. Does this shock you?”

Frodo waited to see shock or something like anger in the Queen's eyes but Arwen only shook her head and stroked Frodo's cheek.

“Elves I know hold no bounds for love between gender but--?“

Arwen cut in quickly. “Love, true love in any form or shape is something that should never be looked at as ugly. Besides, I think Aragorn and the others sometimes did wonder between you too. In fact, when you were finally healed enough to walk about and Sam was at your side, I remember more than once that Pippin would loudly wish you and Sam would just get on with things and just kiss each other and get it over with.”

Arwen laughed at the memory, while Frodo again felt a blush rise to his face.

“Oh dear. Remind me to give that cousin of mine a good spanking when I see him. Please tell me he did not say this in front of. Aragorn.”

Arwen giggled. “Aragorn, Eomer King, Eowyn, Faramir, Merry and oh yes--Me.”

Frodo groaned and shook his head. “Fool of a Took.”

Arwen saw the slight fear rise in Frodo's eyes and took his hand into her own. “They all saw the love you had for Sam and equally that love was returned. Sam loved you Frodo.”

Frodo did not deny it. “I know. When we came back to the Shire, he moved in with me for a time. I fantasized about... us. I even tried. But I couldn't. I couldn't. There was nothing left My Lady. The Ring had taken everything even my love, my pure love for Sam.”

“And so you pushed him into Rose Cotton's arms.”

“He had always loved her. He loved us both of course. But, it was right for me to give him up and Rose could give him things I could not give him. Children, a loving home. Completeness that I could not. I would have hurt him, My Queen. I was so bitter, and so angry. So wounded.”

“Your leaving hurt him just as deeply.”

“Ah, but with nine babies, I am sure that wound has mended.”

Arwen did not reply. She only offered Frodo some fruit. Frodo took an apple and took a small bite into it. “You lay in your bed, seeking death... What happened next Frodo?”

Frodo sighed and swallowed his small piece of apple before returning to the past.

“Then one night, perhaps when I lay nearest to death, he came. A stranger. Elf like and not. He had long white hair and a youthful face. He glowed like sunlight... his clothing the purest color of purples and gold. He shimmered and--my eyes at first hurt to look upon him. He was so beautiful I did not care about the pain. I had to look at him. He did not tell me his name, he only asked me to come with him. But at that time I could not even raise my head upon my pillow and so he took me into his arms and carried me away.

“I have no memory of how I got to this place. It was to a small pond. The water seemed to have a mist rising above it. I could see no trees only a bit of grass around the edges. Without even waiting for me to agree, he took me deep into its waters.

“I was frightened at first, thinking he meant to drown me. You know well we Hobbits are uneasy about water, and though I did grow up near the Brandywine, the death of my parents drowning always kept me away from its waters.

“But he held me gently in his arms and my head did not go under the waters. I cannot truly describe the sensations that followed. Or what exactly happened. I only remember how warm the water was and the smell of honeysuckle that seemed to fill my nostrils and all of my senses. The water felt silky on my skin and I felt as if.-- as if I had been wrapped in the most softest of blankets. I felt tranquil.

“Then I felt a change. Not at first and it was just a touch. I felt as if a thousand hands were touching my body. Softly patting me and I felt tingling coming from my chest, near my wound and the back of my neck. I felt like bees or ants were around it, and I felt just for a moment a bit of burning and then ice and finally it stopped.

“When I next could recall, I was laying on the grass staring up at the sky. I could see the clouds floating by me. Big, white fluffy clouds. I could see shapes within them. A bird--no an eagle... a sailing ship and horses. It was so... sad. I thought of Middle-Earth then. For the first time in four years. Of Aragorn, Faramir, Legolas, Gimli, my cousins and finally my Sam. All that I had given up. It hurt so. For the first time it hurt and I realized what I had given up.

“I wept and I wept and I could not stop weeping. I don't know how long I cried but that was when he came. He sat down beside me and took me into his arms and held me like I was his child, his lost child.

“Then what seemed like ages, he took me up and brought me to this small water fall. He asked me to look into the clear water and tell him what I saw.

“Fearful I did... and what I saw it startled me. I saw me as you see me now. The ages had crawled away from me. I was young again, the days before the Ring came to me. Barely that of 33, the coming of age for us Hobbits. My skin was still pale, but now had a glow that seemed unearthly. But what shocked me was my wound upon my shoulder. The scar that was always red, irritated and always I felt like something made of glass was inside, ripping at me, tearing at me from within. The scar was gone. Completely gone.”

Frodo opened the vest and shirt slightly and Arwen indeed saw the wound was gone. Not even a mark anywhere was to be found.

“The mysterious stranger spoke then for the first time, but not in elvish but in clear common tongue. 'You have been cleansed in the Waters of Thoroughil the purest in all the world of Arda. These are the waters that many of wounded hearts come for healing. No mortal has ever swam in its depths until now. Never again shall you feel the cold of Sauron's hand within you, nor the sting of Shelob upon your neck.'

“I was humbled and felt I deserved no such healing. He laughed then and held me closer to his breast. He kissed my forehead and said, 'No other deserves more healing than you. Frodo of the Shire.'

“It was the first time I had been called thus since my arrival. Always I was called Ringbearer, or Master Hobbit, or even Frodo of the Nine fingers. Never just Frodo. My heart warmed and ached all at the same time. I stared into his eyes and saw that they were the most incredible color, of which I had never seen before. They were the color of diamonds. Diamonds and forever in his eyes.

“I asked him his name and he would not give it to me. Instead he asked me why I felt I did not deserve such healing. So I told him. I told him everything. And in the end, when my tears were all spent, I felt weak and tired in his arms and could say no more.

“He spoke once again. And I will never forget the words he spoke to me, 'If no immortal could not bare to touch the Ring of Sauron without falling under its spell--what hope of protection does one mortal hobbit have? You were chosen, to carry the Ring to the fires of Mount doom. That of which you succeeded. Let the guilt go, let all of it fall away. Do you not know? In the end, Frodo, you did not claim the Ring, but the Ring claimed you.'

“It took a long time for those words to sink it, but even then I felt great remorse running through my veins. But with every word of shame I said, he always came back with words of comfort.

'I led Sam into death itself. He will forever be tormented because of me.'

'A torment he chose freely. For his love for you, would you not have chosen to go with him as well?'

‘My cousins almost died because of me...'

'Your cousins went on an adventure and suffered no lasting effects save the loss of there beloved cousin Frodo from their heart. They would have chosen to go with you, even knowing what evil truly lay before them. They would have followed--with or without the permission of Elrond. They would never have been left behind.'

'I failed to save Gollum. I promised myself I would save him. I failed! He died because of me.'

'Gollum died so that Smeagol could live once more, and live again he does. He has found peace in the valley of Britanica. His wounds would never have been cured on Middle-Earth, no healing hands of a King could have brought him happiness. The Ring ripped your mind, heart and soul to shreds in less then 18 years as you held it in your possession. What pain given to Gollum when he held it for over five hundred years? Let go of thy guilt and shame. Smeagol is happy and at peace, reunited with those that he loves. He suffers no more and blames you not for what you did. Even now he praises you in Britanica.'

'Praises me?'

'He thanks you and sends you his love. Nothing needs forgiving. As you tried to save him, he saved you in return. Did he not?'

“I nodded, staring at the missing finger on my hand.

'He is truly at peace?'

“It was then I saw him. He stood before me as clearly as you sit near me. He was smiling and he held out his hand to me. I took it. He was himself again before the Ring came to him. A Halfling, young and whole. He bade me to let go of my guilt. Then like that he was gone. And the mysterious stranger got to his feet and, still holding me in his arms, we returned to my bed. He placed me back under the covers and told me to rest and to think over all that had happened and that he would return soon.

“In the morning I rose from my bed, and I breakfasted with your parents. When Gandalf came, I laughed and leaped into his arms. I felt like--like a tween once more. I felt. like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. As if, as if I was flying.!”

For the first time since the beginning of his story, Frodo began to laugh. His arms clutched around himself as he giggled at the memory.

“I was so silly. I felt so foolish.”

As his smiled faded, Arwen reached out again to Frodo shaking her head. “No, never foolish. You had finally found healing and peace. That is never silly or foolish, it is what we all desired for you. For you to be returned to who you once were and could never be. No, do not be ashamed Frodo, there is nothing to be ashamed of. I am so happy-- we are so happy you found healing at long last.”

Frodo smiled the embarrassment disappearing from his eyes. “Yes. Yes, like Bilbo, I began to wander the island. I started a garden and wrote poems and read books. I spent many hours talking to your mother and oh, for so long I had shut myself away from everyone and now I did not lack for company. Companionship was everywhere to be found. I was almost never left alone. My mornings were spent with your parents, Glorfindel and Gildor were often with me throughout the course of the day and my evenings were with Gandalf. Oh yes, I was-- at peace. A growing peace and I was, at long last, healed..

“Food had taste again, water quenched my thirst, the sun felt warm and friendly and the moonlight brought respite. I had found rest at last. My dreams also became blissful and no longer did I see the eye or the fire. I saw instead the Shire. Of those that I loved happy as I was.

“All seemed well and despite the stranger promising to return he did not. As quickly as he came he vanished as well. Years passed slowly and for the most part I found great joy with my companions but... but then... there were the elf children and they reminded me so much of Sam's children. It also reminded me that I was alone. Elves are beautiful and I love your Kin my Queen but-- I am also a hobbit and I missed my people. The comfort of only they could bring. I yearned to have a family and to be with those that I still loved.

“I took then to staring at the sea--looking out and wondering-- if they ever thought of me as I thought of them. Or had they forgotten me.”

Arwen cut in once more. “Never would you be forgotten to us, Frodo.”

Frodo felt the tears glistened in his eyes and he sadly shook his head. “I had thought and done such terrible things a part of me wished they had forgotten me. But that other part of me wanted to be remembered. Not as the Ringbearer, but as a well loved and cherished friend. I did not dare to hope that. And as the days rolled onwards a depression once again descended upon me.

“Gandalf, bless him, did all that he could. He even brought me to Galadriel. She tried very hard to bring me comfort. She truly is one of the wisest and kindest of all beings.”

Thinking of her Grandmother, Arwen nodded in remembrance and full agreement.

“Then, one night he returned. Once again, while I lay sleeping. This time it felt more like a dream. He apologized for not coming sooner but that he does have others to tend then just one hobbit. He also said that he could not come to me in physical form. For if he did, my body would not be able to take a second glance at him.

I do not fully understand still what he meant but then he continued to speak. I could feel him wrapping his arms around me once more. Telling me that although he loved the Elves, and all of his creations it was Hobbits that brought him the most joy. That, he had grown to love me as well. It warmed my heart to be so well thought of, though I still felt I did not deserve such devotion. He laughed at that and then asked me, what I desired... What I would most desire in this life.

“At first I told him there is nothing. I mean, I have been graced with healing of my wounds and my soul, what more could I desire. I felt him laugh against my ear and say, ‘And yet you do desire much. Home, family, friends. Is this not so?’

“I could not deny it. But, I felt like an ungrateful child. And told him so that I was grateful for all that he and the elves had given me.

'Frodo, there is no shame in wanting just a bit more. It is normal for all beings, that is how they survive. By reaching out with goals and desires. Besides, of all creatures you have asked for very little. Do not deny it, you did not dare to hope that coming here you would find peace. Instead you wished only to spare those in Middle-Earth of your physical death. You came here-- to die. Not to live. Live you have and healed you have. Now, savior or all Middle-Earth for truly that is what you are... tell me what you desire?'

“It was only then I think I truly began to understand who I was speaking to. Who was with me and yet I feared that knowledge and kept that in the back of my mind. Finally after a long moment I spoke.

'It as you say, family--friends---my home. I miss The Shire, Bag End. I never thought I would say those words, but I do. I miss my cousins, I miss Aragorn and Legolas and Gimli. I miss everything that was of Middle-Earth and most of all I miss my Sam. Why? Why did I leave him? Did I not see his pain when I decided to sail into the West.

‘Oh, Eru, I closed my heart and in the process I have hurt all those that I loved. Sam most of all who is not deserving of such pain. I have wounded him and I cannot put it right. What have I done?'

“Eru. That is who was before me. Eru. Even now a part of me wishes to deny it. To not believe that such a great being could ever desire to speak to me.”

Frodo covered his eyes for a moment with his hands, but Arwen pulled them away and looked back at Frodo lovingly. Frodo was silent for a long time after that. He closed his eyes and seemed to be fading, or falling into a deep sleep. Arwen felt suddenly mortified realizing Frodo had been on such a long journey and that he should be resting not telling a tale that could have waited a few days.

“Frodo, would you like to take rest before we continue. Perhaps tomorrow?”

Frodo opened his eyes and Arwen gasped to see that his eyes were more blue then she remembered. He seemed more beautiful then ever. As if the healing waters had done so much more than mend a heart and soul. It had mended a body too, but it had also changed Frodo. Frodo shook his head.

“There is really not much more to tell. I think I can finish before I lay down. Indeed, I do feel a bit tired but.-- no I wish to continue.”

He paused for another long moment and then prepared to speak once more.

The fire spit and crackled and the twins did not stir from there place. Arwen sat in her chair, one hand upon her stomach while the other lay gently on Frodo's hand. Taking a deep breath, Frodo continued to tell his story.

“I then told him of my love for Sam. I fully expected to feel his disgust but he laughed and shook his head. And he said the same as you.

'Love, true love should never be looked at in disgust. It is the love you carry for Samwise and his love for you that allowed you to complete your quest. Of course you love Samwise Gamgee, he is a rock of the earth. His hands, much like the King, has great healing hands. Do not be ashamed, do not allow others to shame your love for each other. You have the blessing of Eru and that is enough.'

“I told him of my desire for children. That I had loved Sam and Rose's children but it also made me yearn for my own. To share the love that my parents had having me, of Bilbo adopting me. He played with these thoughts and asked why can I not adopt as Bilbo did. But, as he said these words, I knew I wanted more than that. I wanted a child of my own... a child from my body, my blood. He laughed and before I realized it he said,

'A very unique request, and most unheard of, not impossible, but-- ah, very well I shall grant your wishes. All of them.'

“I remember looking at him curiously and that was when he told me... I could come back.

'In one months time, a boat will come and it will take you back across the sea. Back to Middle-Earth. It is unheard of and for any immortal it would be-- unthinkable. But you are not immortal nor are you an elf. This I shall grant. You may return and when you once more grow weary or perhaps desire more than what Middle-Earth has to offer and you come not seeking healing but instead a place to rest, then the boat will return and you may come back... and I will also allow them to come. Those that do not wish to depart from your side. If they too are weary and seek rest.'

“At first I was shocked and did not know what he meant, or who. But yes, in my heart I think I do know who he meant. Anyway, he then continued talking to me, 'I allow you to return not just because of your hearts most desire. Know that I see many things and I see that there is still much healing to be done. For those that are in Middle-Earth have also a need of great healing and I truly believe that there is only one that can full fill that mending. However, be aware young Frodo, ten years have passed since you left Middle-Earth and much has happened. Great joy will come with your return but also some sadness. I also see an evil rising. Beware the Cerebus.'

“I remember he started to walk away in my dream. I begged him not to go. It is funny, I had only met him twice and yet seeing him leave I felt as if I was being cut in half.

'Don't leave me!'

“He turned and smiled at me and said, 'I will never be far away. When it is time I will be waiting for you. To bring you to your final home. My Kingdom. Be well and happy Frodo. Know that my love and the love of those around you will never fade.'

“Then he was gone. The next morning, Gandalf was there and when I told him everything he just went, 'Huff.' Typical wizard summing up such an interesting meeting with a huff. Alas, the weeks that followed I grew quite frantic. I knew the boat would be coming and I kept going over everything. I had to see what I should take with me. Clothes, gifts. oh dear. I made quite the mess in your mother's home.

Arwen laughed knowing fully well her parents all humored the poor excited hobbit. They would not have minded a bit the mess Frodo made.

“It was during this time I began to have strange dreams. Sad dreams. I could see Sam, my Sam. He seemed inconsolable. I could see him weeping in a garden. I could see children surrounding him but it no longer brought him comfort. I do not understand but, I asked Elrond about it and he seems to think that Sam is probably just going through a rough time in the Shire. I can only hope what ever it is, I can help him and Rose to get through it.”

Arwen bit her lip.

“Something else, the morning I awoke and saw the boat waiting at the harbor, Elrond and Gandalf came. They brought out this huge trunk,” he gestured to the white trunk with the seal. “And they told me this was to be opened only when the Fellowship is reunited together. That which is contained within are gifts. Including you my Lady.”

Frodo then took up his half filled glass and drained it.

“As I boarded the boat, I felt a bit, I don't know... queasy? I think is the closest word I could think of. I figured it was just my uneasiness returning to Middle-Earth. Frightened that indeed I had been forgotten would be true. But then I realized it was more coming from my stomach, or a bit lower actually. Galadriel was there to bid me farewell. She hugged me as I boarded the ship and handed me a small wrapped gift which she told me not to open until we were well on our way.

“It was hard to say goodbye to Gandalf. The pain I felt cannot even be described. I begged him to come with me. I told him that I could not bare to return without him. He laughed and said that he would be waiting for my return. That I would return. Oh, my Queen. I loved Gandalf so... I love him so. He has been like family to me. Much like Bilbo.

Arwen patted Frodo's hand in understanding.

“It was hard for my Love as well. Gandalf was like a father to Aragorn, a friend that was most dear to him. A guardian and teacher all rolled into one.”

Frodo agreed. “So, on the boat I finally went. I bid them all farewell. When we were out of sight, I took to my cabin and I opened the gift your Grandmother gave to me. I could barely believe my eyes when I stared at it.”

Frodo reached into his pockets and pulled it out. It was a small object, about three inches long, and had a golden round top. And when Frodo shook the object, it made a soft rattling noise. Arwen knew it was a baby rattle.

Something that had been gifted to her by Eowyn during the baby shower--before--before.

Frodo continued to speak not seeing the fleeting pain flash in Arwen's eyes.

“She also left me a note. It was very brief and very informative.“

'Dearest Frodo, as you can see with this gift, I grace you for the birth of your coming child. Fear not what comes and the transformation of your body. All will be well. May the blessings of the Elves, the Valar and Eru follow you back to the ones you love. They need you as much as you need them, though you do not yet believe this and there is still many more adventures that await you. Fear no darkness, for someday a boat shall come and bring you back to us. Until then, take these gifts given to you and use them well in the years to come. Galadriel.'

Frodo put the rattle back into his pocket. Then paused and something stirred his memory.

“Oh, and there was something else in the letter... here where did I put it?”

Frodo dug in his pockets as Arwen beamed at Frodo in delight. “You are with child. I knew it. The light was within you. Oh Frodo, this indeed is a wonderful and rare gift. Bless Eru for gracing you thus. I am so happy for you.”

Frodo nodded absently with a small smile on his face, he had already gone through the joy and the feeling of something beginning to grow inside his body. He finally found what he was looking for and pulled out the letter. He held it to Arwen.

“She also asked me to give you this.“

Arwen narrowed her eyes and took the letter. It clearly at the end, said, ‘Please give this to Arwen and have her read the back. A message for her alone.’ Arwen turned the paper over and read the contents. Her eyes at once welled up in tears. Frodo reached out to her but Arwen was already closing the letter and prepared to hand it back to him.

“No, keep it. It is your grandmother's handwriting. I think you should have it.”

Arwen happily put it in her nearest pocket. Then smiled at Frodo, her tears brushed away by her hand. “Oh, Frodo. What wonder and joy you bring to us all.”

Frodo shrugged and laughed slightly. “I fully intended to go to the Shire upon my arrival. I did not expect an armed escort by your brothers. They asked me to first come here. They told me of the plague. Again-- my deepest condolences, my Queen.”

Arwen lowered her head and smiled warmly at Frodo. “You will stay until the birthing won't you?”

Frodo shrugged. “I did not plan on it. Actually I haven't planned on much of anything. I don't even know where I shall eventually live. After all Bag End is Sam's now and I have no intention of taking it from him and Rosie. And of course, I do not have much money. I also have no wish to impose upon you and Aragorn, nor burden you with--,”

Before Frodo could finish a cluster of hurried footsteps had him turn. He saw a very familiar man step forward, dressed in fine robes and wearing a crown upon his head. This being knelt before Frodo, his hands gently taking Frodo's into his own. Tear filled eyes met gray ones. Aragorn looked older, but more handsome than ever.

“Strider? I mean Aragorn--You were here the whole time. You heard everything?”

Aragorn nodded. Then looked to the side. Frodo looked up to see he had more than one audience listening to his tale. Legolas and Gimli stood just a few steps back at the door. Faramir was also present. All eyes were puffy and red from tears. It was obvious Frodo's story had brought them deep sorrow.

Frodo faced Aragorn and saw he was weeping almost uncontrollably before him. Frodo shook his head and opened his arms. Aragorn did not even remove his crown as he laid his head on Frodo's lap and sobbed helplessly.

“Aragorn... Strider... Please--don't. All is well now. I'm well and healed and-- please.”

It was a long time before Aragorn lifted his head and when he did he pulled Frodo into his arms. More time passed until finally Aragorn was able to come back to himself and reign control once more over his emotions.

“Frodo. My dearest Frodo. Arwen is right, I have not been the same since you left Middle-Earth. I have carried a great deal of guilt. I am so sorry I could not heal you, I am sorry I was blinded by my happiness ignoring your pain and loss. The suffering you endured and continued to endure. Forgive me?”

Frodo shook his head. “There is nothing to forgive. Do not blame yourselves any more.”

Frodo glanced at the others and looked on at them with great concern. “You could have done nothing even if you had known. I would have turned you all away, as I did. I would not have taken your sympathy and pity, nor your love. I felt too undeserving of it. Unfit for it. I felt dirty and stained. There was nothing anyone of you could have done to help me. I had to leave, just as now --I truly realize I had to return.”

They each came to him then. Faramir, Legolas and Gimli. Each kneeling and kissing Frodo's hand and cheek. Holding him and embracing him. In that moment, a guilt that lay in each of there hearts, after so many years, began to heal and a weight was lifted.

Stifling a yawn, Frodo looked apologetic to his friends. It seemed his trip had finally caught up to him. Aragorn took it upon himself to see that Frodo was taken to the royal chambers, to his own bedroom, where he laid Frodo under the blankets.

Long after Frodo drifted off to sleep, Aragorn remained in the room. He knelt before the bed and held Frodo's hand in his own. He could not look away. A part of him was still in shock. Frodo had returned. Frodo had returned and he was healed and whole. Not just whole but with child. When Arwen joined him later, she took his free hand and smiled up at him. He looked down and seeing his beloved wife, and then at Frodo he grinned in return. It was time to let go of the guilt and it was time to heal.

Bless you Eru!

4

Frodo awoke to find a tray of food laid before him. Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli and Lady Arwen were all before him.

Sighing, Frodo sheepishly grinned up at them. “Ahm, I guess I over slept a bit.”

Aragorn laughed and nearly launched himself in the bed. But somehow managed to gain control over himself and carefully he lowered himself length wise over the bed and watched as Frodo enjoyed his first breakfast. A little shy from all this attention, Frodo grinned at Aragorn.

“Where did you and the Lady sleep, I feel most ashamed taking your bed? You should have let me sleep in one of the guest rooms.”

“Nonsense, it was your first day here. Besides I wanted to keep an eye on you.” Aragorn took up a roll and buttered it before handing it to Frodo.

Frodo laughed in delight and his happy laugh filled the entire room and unknowingly entered the hall beyond being heard by many guards who's hearts seem to lighten just a bit more today.

“Aragorn, I am well. Honestly, you don’t need to do all this.”

“I know,” Aragorn replied. “But, it has been so long my friend. I never thought I would ever see you again in this life. I prayed that at least beyond this world we would meet again. The joy that is in my heart in seeing that time has come far sooner and still in this life. It is overwhelming to me. And for the record, you are not to concern yourself about where you will be staying. You have a home here in the city. In my very palace, for as long as you wish, if I could but convince you.”

Frodo paused from his eating and stared at Aragorn in shock. Frodo had not revealed to anyone that where he would find a place to live with his baby had been slowly growing worrisome in his mind. “Aragorn... I--I
don't know what to say.”

Aragorn only got up and knelt beside Frodo and stroked his cheek. “I owe you everything. My kingdom and more. But I am not saying this just because of what I owe you. But because I love you. I have missed you my friend. I have missed you dearl.”

Frodo took a soft breath and felt tears rise in his own eyes. He wiped them away and thoughtfully nodded. Perhaps Minas Tirith would be a place he should consider. After all, he really had no home now in the Shire. Who is to say that his dear cousins and Sam would even desire to see him again.

“I will think about it. Yet, I do wish to see the Shire and Merry, Pippin. I also need to see Sam--the children and Rose.”

Frodo saw a flash of sadness enter Aragorn's eyes and Frodo glanced up to catch it also in Gimli and Legolas's. That was enough to send alarm bells going off. Something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong.

“What is it? What's happened? What haven't you told me? Is Sam alright?”

Aragorn shook his head and was thinking fast before responding. “Sam is fine. I will send out a message at
once to them. I think at least until the birthing, you should stay here. Please, Frodo. I want to make certain your child comes into this life safe and sound.”

Frodo stared at all of them. He knew they were keeping something from him, but of what he did not know. He would let it go for now.

In the meantime, Frodo also was aware of the growing form in his body. He did not hide the fear that something might go wrong. After all, he was a male, and males just don't have babies. How would his body prepare for its birth and what if something went wrong? It would be wise to stay here in Minas Tirith where Aragorn a renowned healer
would be nearby.

“Very well. I will stay until the birth. However... you must make me a certain promise.”

“Anything.”

“If anything goes wrong-- I know that Lady Galadriel said all will well but, no one can foresee everything. If anything goes wrong save my child. And if I should perish, I want my child to be given to Sam and Rose. To be raised in the Shire.”

Aragorn flinched at these words, and refused even to think such thoughts. “Nothing will happen I will make certain--”

“Strider promise me?”

Aragorn glanced at his wife and then looked at Frodo, then agreed with great reluctance. “I promise.”

Satisfied with Aragorn‘s word, Frodo then set upon finishing his breakfast as he finished the last roll he looked at Aragorn expectantly.

“So, ah... when shall I have second breakfast?”

Seeing there questioning faces he added quickly. “Well, I am with child and I'm still hungry?”


When Aragorn and the rest of them burst into laughter, Frodo joined them with laughter of his own. For the first time in many years, he felt almost complete. Only one thing remained. One certain someone. Sam.

***

Days passed slowly, Frodo decided for the time being he would stay in the main palace. But, he refused to continue to sleep in The Kings chambers. So, two doors down, what use to be a library was made into a royal bedroom most befitting a prince. Frodo was a bit overwhelmed at first, but when he entered the newly made room to see a lovely view of the courtyard and its many gardens, and a beautifully crafted rocking chair fit to his size, Frodo had consented taking the room.

Today, after breakfasting with Gimli and Legolas, he now found himself in the Queens private chambers. He was taking up learning how to knit. Oh, he knew how to sow on a button and mend a hem or torn sleeve, but to actually make something like a baby quilt was beyond him. He had gone to Lady Arwen to be taught, who turned out to be a very patient teacher.

The twins had left just that morning. With them they carried several letters from the King. Three all addressed to a hobbit in Hobbiton. Meriadoc Brandybuck, Peregrin Took and of course Samwise Gamgee.

Frodo had seen the letters and were a bit upset that though Merry and Pippin's wives had been included in the letters, Rose had not. He questioned Aragorn about it but Aragorn simply changed the subject and then ran off with Faramir
to deal with several disputes in Court. Frodo was only a little put off. He would corner Aragorn at some point and find out exactly what was going on.

Frodo turned his attention to knitting. He had entered the sewing storage room and happily picked out several colors to use to make the blanket. A soft lilac color and a dark sapphire blue. The colors were not too feminine nor masculine.

“I just wish I knew whether it was going to be a boy or a girl,“ Frodo muttered under his breath.

Arwen smiled in complete understanding. “It would make it easier. With this one, I cannot tell myself.”

Frodo agreed. “That it would indeed. I could be more prepared if I knew. My Queen--”

“Please Frodo, call me Arwen... my Lady if you wish, but please. We are friends are we not?”

“Indeed we are, my Lady. I am just a bit concerned today. It will be weeks before those letters get to Merry, Pip and Sam. And weeks more to get a response. It makes me edgy. I am not one for patience. I have so longed to see them I think it has put me in a foul mood.”

“Never foul, just as you say edgy. You are nervous?”

Frodo put down the knitting needles and finally revealed his fears. “What if they are angry with me? I left them in such pain and they were so hurt by my leaving. I could never explain it to them why I was going in the first place. What if they don't want to see me? What if they forgot me?”

“We have already discussed this. They will answer. Trust me Frodo. They will answer.”

He picked up his knitting and set back to work. After a few moments he shrugged revealing more of his fears. “I still don't know where I will go to raise my child.”

“You know very well you have a home here, dearest Frodo for as long as you wish.”

“I know. It is just a part of me is torn.”

“You would like to see your child grow up in the Shire?”

“Yes, a part of me does. Minas Tirith is beautiful and a lovely place to be sure but--. The fields, the rivers, the streams, the trees and hills. The valley of the Shire is also beautiful. A wonderful and peaceful place to raise children.”

“Perhaps, Sam will demand you return to Bag End. I am sure there is still room for two more.”

Frodo grinned for a moment and then the next he grew sad, frowning slightly. “I do not wish to inconvience Sam.
Besides, Rosie has her hands full with nine children, I doubt she will be able to tolerate yet another screaming babe. Nor would I blame her.”

Arwen lowered her head and did not respond.

Frodo looked at Arwen, his eyes pleading as slow dawning fear began to grab hold of him.

“What has happened? Tell me the truth? Please? Something is wrong? I felt it? Even in my dreams? It is Rosie isn't it?”

Arwen swallowed and finally she gave in. He would have to be told sometime. “Mistress Rose died last
spring while giving birth to Primrose.”

Frodo dropped the knitting and clutched at his heart. His eyes filled with tears and grief. This was impossible. The pain and shock hit him like a ton of bricks. “NO! No, that cannot be true!”

Frodo at once leaped to his feet and was quickly making his way towards the door. Arwen dropped her knitting and raced to Frodo's side intent on stopping him, she took him into her arms holding him at bay.

“Frodo, where are you going?”

“I must go to Sam. He needs me. I must go at once. Let me go! How could all of you kept this from me! I must go to my Sam! ”

“Frodo, the letters have been sent. Sam will come to you. Trust me. He will come here to you. You must stay here at this delicate time. You are still early in your pregnancy but any strain at all, is not wise for the expecting. You need to rest and be pampered and be cared for.”

“But Sam!” Frodo cried his eyes now wide and filled with worry and fear. “My Sam!”

“There is nothing that can be done. Frodo. Please. Be calm.” Frodo tried to pull away, however Arwen kept a firm but gently hold and repeated her words, which this time seemed to get through to the Hobbit.

Frodo stopped and stared at her. His eyes still wild but slowly realization hit him. “The babe lived?”

“Primrose. Yes. She lives. She is Sam's life as are his children. Legolas and Gimli went to see him during his time of mourning. Merry and Pippin along with there wives also stayed near during this hard time.” Frodo swallowed thinking all but he, Frodo Baggins. Arwen continued to speak trying to help Frodo through this shocking revealtion. “Although he has not healed completely I am certain your return will help close that wound. That time will come. I can feel it.”

Frodo suddenly felt drained and returned to his seat. Arwen called for nourishment and some drinks. When the maid servant came, Arwen thanked her and after dismissing her, she brought the drinks to Frodo. Frodo took the glass of water but did not drink, instead he gazed back into Arwen’s eyes.

“What happened?” Frodo asked after a long silence filled the room.

“From Samwise's letter, it seems that Rose was taking a walk down to the Market and stumbled. She went into premature labor. She lost a lot of blood during the birthing. The baby came and they couldn't stop the flow of
blood. She died a few hours after Primroses birth.”

Frodo covered his face with his hands. No! Not Rose, not dear, sweet, happy Rose. “Oh Rosie. She was so sweet, so kind. So full of life. She knew--”

Frodo looked into Arwen's eyes and a tear slipped down his cheek and he gasped for breath. “She knew I loved Sam and that Sam loved me. Yet she still moved in to Bag End. She felt no jealousy towards me, no anger. No bitterness. She just accepted it. Though I never-- never acted upon my feelings, she would often send Sam to my room. Especially when I was ill or restless. He would hold me through out the night. It was the only time I actually was able to sleep. Then, when Elanor was born--she let me be the first to hold her. Oh, Lady Arwen. She tried so hard to help me, and to make me feel like I was a part of her family. That I was no outcast because she was there. It was I that drew away. I always meant to tell her-- to say thank you. Now I never will.”

Arwen once again placed her hand on Frodo's shoulder. “I am sure she knew your true feelings. And from what I can tell, I am sure she loved you as well in return. It was sad Frodo, heartbreaking but Sam survived. Hold to
that.”

Frodo paused and then looked at Arwen with even deeper sadness as the dawning of so much pain to those he loved finally hit home. “I am so sorry for the loss of your baby. How can you bare it so?”

Arwen let go of Frodo's shoulder and looked at her hands. “At first I did not. All I wanted was to die with my baby. My little girl. I felt so empty, so dead inside. I couldn't even bare my love to look at me. I felt as if I failed him. And then, one day, as I walked the garden. I felt a light inside of me and I realized that Elbereth had come to help me heal. To give me another child.” She touched her womb and rubbed it slowly. She thought of her grandmother’s letter. The words so delicate and all to brief.

I grieve the loss of your daughter. Evil has reached out once again to harm my family. Know this that good shall triumph. I see many more children in your future with Elessar. Walk in the light, and know you carry our love within you. Nana

Frodo could see that though Arwen's clothes hid it, she was well into her second to third trimester. She looked radiant.

“I will mourn my dear Luthien for as long as I live. But this child will be our hope. I have learned to laugh again and rejoice. This time, I know all will be well. Just as I know the joy around me with your return. Oh, Frodo. I am so happy. So very happy.”

They returned to there knitting.

***

Long into the night, Frodo rose from his bed. He stood before the window and stared out at the stars. He could not sleep. His thoughts turned to the Shire and to Sam. His Sam. Alone with Rosie gone. Oh, how Sam
must be heart broken. Losing his beloved Master and now his beloved wife.

Oh, Sam. My dearest Sam. If only I had stayed and been beside you at that dark time. If only--

Somewhere in side a voice seemed to call to him, and Frodo acknowledged it‘s voice, ‘Even if you had stayed, Sam would have buried more than Rosie. If you had stayed, Sam would have had to bury you as well.’

Frodo leaned his head against the window ledge and wept softly into the night.

Oh Sam, Sam is there another chance for us? Can you ever forgive me for leaving you? I have no desire to replace Rose in your heart but perhaps, would it be possible you would let me at least be a part of your life once again?
Oh Sam. My dear Sam. I still love you. Do you still love me? Or am I living a dream. Did we once have a chance and now it is gone? Oh Sam. My love. Come back to me. Give me a second chance and return to me, my love.

Days passed into weeks. Every day, Frodo wandered the gardens of the Citadel or could be found in the Queen's chambers knitting. Frodo was never left alone and almost always had the company of either the Queen herself or one of the Fellowship. Aragorn tried to keep Frodo's thoughts off Sam by talking about the quest or playing a game of chess. But Frodo's mind kept wandering and couldn‘t seem to keep his attention on any subject for too long. His very thoughts centered on Sam.

He had known all along, deep inside his heart, that something was wrong. He should have insisted on going to the Shire first. He should have insisted leaving as soon as he was told about Rose‘s death. Frodo sighed, and by the third week stay at Minas Tirith, Frodo was beginning to doubt returning to Middle-Earth had been the right decision. In returning, he was becoming a burden to everyone.

Even if Sam came, what difference would it really make. With Rosie gone, Frodo could not bring himself to even think about trying to repair the love he and Sam had for one another. Sam loved Rosie and had happy fourteen years of marriage with her. How could he compete and could he really? Did he even want to?

Frodo didn't want to replace Rose, he had only wanted to be apart of a family again. Now, it seemed even further away then before. Frodo stared down at his stomach and saw that a bump had finally risen. He smiled and would often rock silently in the chair and sing softly to the growing child inside of him. This was the only thing he could really call his own.

In his heart, Frodo was not sure where he fit in this world and even if he ever truly would.

***

The sound of trumpets caused Frodo to rise from his chair. The Queen had gone to lay down for a nap, and therefore Frodo had returned to his own bedroom chambers to have a nap himself. But, his deep thoughts about his future made sleep useless.

Going to his window, Frodo looked out at the courtyard. He could hear the sound of horses racing to the top level. At least several horse men were approaching the citadel. A few moments later, Frodo was not surprised to see the Twins had returned.

He almost stopped breathing when he spotted a mysterious smaller form set in front of one of the twins holding tightly to the horses reins. The Hobbit was a bit older, his golden hair had a bit of whiteness in it. He also seemed a bit thinner then he last recalled, but the gentle worn face and plain but well managed clothing made him unmistakable. Sam, had come.

Frodo quickly turned from the window and began to pace fretfully. His hand holding the other in a tight grip. He could feel butterflies in his chest and he wasn't altogether sure if he could continue to walk.

“Breath, just breath, you silly Hobbit. Be calm... you must be calm.”

Frodo had hoped that Sam or one of his cousins would come with Aragorn's letters however deep inside he held some doubt that any of them would come. Now it seemed the one he had feared the most wouldn't, had indeed come. Doubts and fears now raged inside of Frodo's mind and heart. What if Sam came only to scream at him? What if Sam had never forgiven him for leaving? What if... What if...

He did not hear Arwen enter until her arms took him gently by the shoulders. Frodo looked up into the Queen's eyes and felt tears swimming in his own. “I'm frightened,” he replied simply.

“I know.” She then embraced him and without another word she walked out of the room. Frodo remained where he was... waiting.

***

His hand shook as he made to open the door. It was too much, it was just too much. Surely it wasn't possible. It can't be possible. It was a mistake. It had to be. A horrible joke being played on a simple gardener.

The Queen placed her hand gently on his shoulder and Samwise Gamgee looked up into the Queen's eyes. “You have been so brave Samwise Gamgee, for many years. Do not lose hope now.”

Nodding, Sam took a deep breath and, with one glance behind him, he nodded at Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli and of course Faramir that stood in the wings. They were just as nervous at this reunion.

Ten years. Ten years my master has been gone--my beloved. My first love. Sam could still remember running up to Bag End. He had been told that Master Bilbo had a new heir that was coming to live with him. Wanting to meet the new heir, Sam, in his, haste did not watch where he was going and ran head long into a fellow hobbit. When he opened his eyes and managed to get to his feet, he looked up and was mesmerized by the pair of the most bluest eyes he had ever seen with the most beautiful face that went with it. He had never been the same since.

The years that followed seemed to go by far too quickly and, although he was soon after made Bag End's gardener, he was so much more than that to Frodo Baggins. They had become the dearest of friends, breaking through the barrier of servant and master. There were days of fishing and long walks, and trips to the Green Dragon for a cool drink of ale, and stories -- elvish stories told in front of a roaring fire.

When did the barrier break away and go even deeper than friendship, Sam did not know. He only knew that one day, out of the blue---it dawned on him that he was in love with Frodo Baggins. Completely and eternally. The Quest had only caused his love for Frodo to grow stronger. But in the end, his love hadn't been enough. Perhaps once it could have been... before that blasted foul Ring.

Frodo had declared his love to Sam upon that firery mountain, but when they awoke in Minas Tirith, something had changed. He felt it even before they headed back to the Shire. Frodo had started to pull away from everyone and everything. Even him, even his Sam. Sam had tried everything to bring back the light in his love's eyes, but nothing worked. And as the days and years passed, Frodo seemed to slip away from him, until finally he sailed away, never to return.

He had gone on with his life. Though he had not wanted to. He had done as Frodo wished and turned to another. He had wed Rosie Cotton who he had always cared for since they were children. He loved her, true, but it had been a different sort of love then what he held for Frodo.

His love for Rosie was warm, like sunshine. Friendly, inviting. She was a dear wife and a wonderful mother. Her very nature spoke of kindness and purity. She was the embodiment of sweetness. She had brought him much joy in the past fourteen years. Simply put, she held his heart. But his love for Frodo had been quite different between the love he felt for Rose.

With Frodo, the love he felt for him seemed beyond this earth. Frodo held his soul. That was the only way he could explain it. It was passionate and flaming. It ran so deep that sometimes Sam had to force himself to remember to breath. His love for Frodo was indescribable. He had never been able to explain it well to his dear Rose. Somehow though, she knew and understood even without him explaining.

That too was a gift. She had even been willing to share. What an exceptional woman she had been. He would never forget his Rose. Her death had been too quick and tragic.

His heart snapped and for a time he thought indeed he would break in half. That his entire body would shatter. He had lost his dearest love, and now his sweet wife. His two greatest loves. He had wanted to die. He had wanted to just lay down and surrender to the darkness. Hope unquenchable. His hope was gone.

It had partly died when Frodo left Middle-Earth, the rest of his hope died with Rose. And he would have gone into that void of nothingness, if it hadn't been for his children. They still needed him. Rose had made him promise not to let go.

It was strange then, though it had not made sense to him at that time. Just before Rosie had closed her eyes she had smiled and began to laugh.

When he reached out to her she turned to him. Her hand gently touching his cheek. “He shall come in the spring. Hope shall be renewed. Yes, oh yes. Be happy my Sam. Know always you have my blessings. I will feel no betrayal. It is all right. I had you for fourteen wonderful years. I have no regrets. Return to thy love.” And then she had closed her eyes and her light came to an end.

Now, it made sense. Rosie had somehow been given a glimpse into the future. The dreams came months later. He dreamed of the sea, and a boat and that instead of sailing away into the horizon, it seemed to be returning, coming towards him. He would often awaken and weep bitterly knowing that it was a foolish dream.

You are a fool Samwise Gamgee. A fool.

Then, the letter came. Sam had fallen to his knees when he read the words from Strider--The King. He had to read it twice and then finally have his oldest child, Elanor read it to him.

It was then he looked into the twin sons of Elrond and told them he would be packed by sundown. And he was. He had paused for a long while, unsure at the last moment if he should leave the children. But Elanor had already sent for Rose's parents and she was old enough to watch the younglings until they arrived. He had paused once more as he made his way out of Bag End's door. He turned and met Elanor's eyes and saw her smiling.

“Go to him father and bring him home once and for all.”

“I loved your mother. Make no mistake of that.” Elanor had reached out, hugging her father and sadly whispered into his ear. “I know father. But it is Frodo you loved first and always will.”

“How?”

He had been astounded by her insight. But Elanor only chuckled at her father.

“How could I not. I have read the Red Book a thousand times and heard your story told time and time and again. Only a fool would not know how much Mr. Frodo meant to you. As mother said to you on her dying bed, I give you my blessing as well. Now go. Don't look back. It is time to put away the tears and return to love.”

And Sam came. Now, here he stood. A door was all that held him from all that he had been yearning for the past ten years.

Ten sad and pain filled years. This past year the worst wounding of all.

Return to love.

Frodo was healed. Healed and whole. Sam paused and doubt filled his heart. But what if Frodo was still distant, what if. Frodo no longer loved him anymore. What if--

“Go Sam.” Aragorn opened the door and quickly pushed the hobbit inside.

The door closed and locked behind him. Sam stumbled forward then catching his feet he raised his eyes and beheld the most bluest eyes he had ever seen and the most beautiful face. Time seemed to come to a stop, and for a long moment they just stared into each others eyes and then--

With a sob in their throats, they flew into each others arms and embraced each other once more. Ten years of seperation had come to an end. Never again would they be parted, not in this life or any other. Frodo and Sam---had returned to their love.

6

“It’s true? You are here? My beloved Frodo... my love. Is it true?”

Frodo allowed Sam to stroke his cheek and hair, his eyes so close to his own. Their lips just a hair breath apart. Frodo smiled and nodded, words unspoken. He had almost forgotten the smell of his Sam and the touch of his skin.

“You are changed?” Sam replied, his eyes finally adjusting to the shock and he realized that though he had a few new wrinkles on his face, Frodo looked--younger. Had he always been this beautiful?

“A little, only a little Sam. My Sam.”

“Did Gandalf come with you?”

“No. I came alone.”

“You came here first? Why?”

“I--I was asked to see Aragorn. I did not know-- I intended to come to the Shire. Oh Sam--I'm sorry about Rose. I know her passing must have been so difficult for you.”

Sam nodded but did not remove his hand in Frodo's hair nor the other arm that was wrapped so tightly around Frodo's back.

“It was difficult, but the children are adjusting. They will always miss her as I will. She would have been happy to see you return.”

Frodo dared to hope. “Are you happy to see my return?”

“Do you even need to ask?”

And then not even a second later and neither knowing who moved first, their lips were touching. Mouths parted and tongues entered, twirling and remembering the taste of each other once more. The first kiss had been on Mount Doom. Surrounded by ash and fire.

Neither refused to break the kiss, it only deepened as their lips and tongues moved to other territory. Somehow Frodo found himself back on his bed, his clothes stripped from his body. When did he lose his shirt, his vest, his pants? Frodo reached over and pulled Sam on top of him. His lips reaching for that exquisite neck and pointed ear.

My Sam, my Sam,” Frodo kept repeating as he made a new conquest and broke barriers he had never before imagined he could overcome. Two bodies were entwined. One golden and the other pale and yet both matched perfectly together.

“Frodo--my love. My dearest love. I will never let you go again,” Sam vowed as he kissed Frodo's lips once more before seeking his neck and chest.

“I will never leave,” vowed Frodo, as he tilted his head upwards allowing Sam more access to his throat and chest.

They were both aroused as their members throbbed painfully in need and desperation of unfulfilled longing. Frodo gasped in surprise and stared down at his cock with wonder. Sam smiled in return and dipping low he covered it with his mouth and sucked gently causing a ripple of emotions to cross Frodo's face. It had been so long. Before he went over the sea, before the Quest... so long. So long since he had been made loved to. Yet, this was the first time, with Sam. It never felt so right.

Frodo almost felt like a virgin again and he was completely lost as the sensations completely over took him. Flashes of light seemed to spark in his eyes and Frodo felt his body springing into life. His stomach turning and his body responding completely to Samwise's loving ministrations.

“Oh Sam!” Frodo cried out, as he felt the building of his climax nearing. He tried to hang on by grabbing the head board of the bed. He tried mentally to hold back the wave, but it was coming up fast, rising high over him and then tumbling down around him.

He cried out and then--

He felt Sam's hands on him again, Sam's lips kissing and licking his collarbone. His fingers tracing themselves on his shoulder and chest, only to pause when he accidentally touched a certain spot and gasp again when he saw clear pink skin where no longer a scar remained.

‘He was healed. His wounds were gone.’

Frodo reached again for Sam, his intent clear to return the favor. His lips touching and exploring his beloveds body. Beginning with Sam's ears, and moving down to his neck and then chest. He made small circles on his flesh with his fingertips, exploring and memorizing every crevice and part of Sam's body. It was familiar as always and as beautiful as he remembered.

He had seen his gardener’s chest many times years ago. Tenderly and carefully Sam had taken care of his Master’s garden, even in the blazing heat of the summer in the Shire. He had often removed his shirt to wipe away at the sweat. Never knowing that his Master watched him from his bedroom window, dreaming of the day that body would be his to touch.

He found Sam's protruding erection and swinging Sam onto his back, Frodo took the upper hand and before Sam could protest the improperness, Frodo was taking Sam's member into his own mouth sucking and licking it as if there was no tomorrow. If this was indeed all that they would ever have, Frodo would die content. To be with Sam again was more than a gift, and to make love to him, finally was more than he could ever have hoped for in this life.

Sam, like Frodo, held out as long as he could. He tried to stop the rising wave however like Frodo he failed and came fast. Moments passed and they lay quietly in each other's arms. Frodo continued to hold Sam close against him, while Sam continued to trace his hands over various places of Frodo's body.

The sunlight filled the room and cascaded down on the two lovers in their bed. They held each other even closer in the warmth that surrounded them. It had been such a long road. A painful journey. Frodo smiled and felt now he could say he was whole once more. Completely.

Birds could be heard singing outside and the smells of food cooking in the King's great kitchens filled their nostrils. And though they were hungry, the two lovers stayed in each other's arms, staring at each other and drinking in each other's presence. It was true, they were together again, together.

“Where are the children?”

“They are fine. Elanor had Rose's parents come. They will look after them until we get back.”

“Sam--“ Frodo started to speak, but Sam hushed him by placing his finger over Frodo's lips.

“No talking. I will let you, but first let me say this. I never believed I would be given this chance, so you just let me get my courage to say it. I loved my Rose-- I loved her, but I loved you first and I loved you most. She knew that and accepted it. That made her a very special person to me and I will always love her, but though she held my heart-- it was always you that held my soul, my very being. When you left, I was indeed torn in two. I know you wanted me to be whole, but even through the years and the children I still felt halved. I have never healed since you left and Rose's death only made that hole so much bigger and so much deeper. I know you have been through a lot and I am still not sure what all this nonsense of being pregnant is all about, but make no mistake-- by all the powers that be, I thank them for bringing you back to me. I love you, I will always love you.”

“Are you sure? Sam. I mean…”

Sam only kissed Frodo's lips tenderly and nodded. “I am sure.”

“I don't want to replace Rose in your life Sam. She was too special.”

“There is no competition. There never was, it was all in your silly little hobbit head. Rose would have shared if you had but allowed it. You are as stubborn as stubborn can be for a Baggins.”

“Only as stubborn as a Gamgee.”

“In either case, it hurt me so when you left. Hurt me more than anything.”

“I had to Sam. I was dying and--and I--”

Frodo couldn't go on, the tears filled his eyes and Sam reached out and cupped Frodo's chin and brought it up to meet his own eyes.

“I know. I know of the pain that was within you. You tried to run and hide and hold it from me. In the process you let me go, to spare me the pain of your death. I know you went into the West, not for healing, but to die. You had lost all hope and no matter how hard I tried, it was not enough. My love wasn’t enough.”

Frodo wept and closed his eyes. When he reopened them, he saw Sam's eyes staring back at him.

“My love was not enough to heal your wounds, nor enough to make you stay. Tell me now though and I need it to be the truth from your lips. Why now did you return?”

“For love. I returned for love, Sam. Your love. If you will have me. If you will give me a second chance? Oh Sam, can we have a second chance?”

Sam smiled and pulled Frodo even closer in his arms. Each of them could feel each others hearts beating against each others chest.

“That is why I came here to return to my love. We have been given a second chance. Let us waste no more time. No more propriety, no more uncertainty. I don't want to be wasting not one more day, without you.”

Frodo kissed Sam back and chuckled lightly. “Well, ahm, I have to tell you something. Something that I hope will bring you joy as it has for me.”

“What?” Sam asked, stroking a curl from Frodo's eyes.

“Well, to be blunt. I'm pregnant.”

Sam smiled and nodded. “Aragorn mentioned that in the letter. I thought at first it was a mistake in translation or something. My eyes were so blurry at the time as I was reading knowing you were back. Pregnant? How is that possible? Elf magic?”

“I don't know to be honest. But, it is a gift from the Valor.”

“Then it is a very great gift. I guess that will make it ten then.”

Frodo looked at Sam puzzled. “Ten?”

“Ten Children. I will raise him or her as one of my own, naturally.”

Frodo went to make a slight protest, but Sam cut him off.

“They will love having another sibling to play with as well as tease and torment. Wait until you see them all, Elanor especially. She has grown into a beautiful flower, she so fair and has such golden hair as any elf I met.”

A fleeting bit of doubt and fear came to Frodo's eyes and Sam knew what that was all about.

“Don't. They will do more than accept you. They have always loved the story of Frodo and the Ring of doom. They often despaired at never getting to know there dear Uncle Frodo. You won't be taking Rosie's place in there hearts-- instead you will be a window to hers. Don't fear, my love. We will all be a happy family. This I know right here.”

He pointed to his chest and then drew in for another kiss. Frodo met that kiss and lingered in its sweetness.

“So no talking nonsense, your home is not just in the Shire, your home--is with me. Now, I know you'll be needing to tell me everything. How you were healed and your return, that can wait. For now--let us just rejoice. My love who has finally returned to me.”

Frodo smiled and, laying his head on Sam's chest, Frodo closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. The smell of Sam. The smell of soil, flowers and grass. His rock. Sam took in a deep breath and was filled with the smell of all the things that were his Frodo. Fresh air and a touch of honey suckle. His Frodo, his love. His soul mate.

***

Food arrived soon afterward and Frodo was not surprised to see who carried in the trays of food. Screams and cries of joy filled the room once more, for Merry and Pippin had received their letters as well and had made their way as quickly as they could to be reunited with the one they loved. They barely had time to kiss their wives and babes goodbye before setting out for Gondor. They spared no time and, taking the quickest route, arrived just a few hours after the twins and Sam.

They of course had been barred from entering the room, at least until luncheon. In that time, they both managed to get Aragorn and Lady Arwen to tell them how this miracle had occurred. They were more then eager to enter the room and only when lunch was sent for the reunited Hobbits of the Shire, volunteered to take Sam and Frodo first breakfast--rather took the trays by force--and entered the room before anyone could stop them.

“Merry! Pippin!”

“FRODO!”

And the sun shined even more brightly and the birds sang even more loudly then before. Those that had been separated by time and place were once more together again. And somewhere high in the heavens, a being looked down and laughed in elation.

***

One day later--

Aragorn was most annoyed. He had allowed the Hobbits to spend quality time alone together, but he had been most insistent that today they were all going to spend time with Frodo, the Fellowship reunited. He had it all planned out.

They would have a picnic in the courtyard and celebrate the day with stories and song and well more food--and then Frodo was to open the mysterious trunk he had brought with him from the West. Gifts from Gandalf and Elrond, Frodo had said, were contained within and Aragorn was eager to see what was in the trunk.

But then Faramir had summoned him to the throne room. It seemed an emissary had been sent from the Far East. It seemed that there was a dispute with the trade and shipping across the Anduin sea. The emissary believed that his people were being short changed in payment. It was rubbish of course. They had been disgruntled for many months now.

Aragorn was not going to give them anymore gold coins. They had already received double the standard payment for such goods and these goods were often second hand made and of poor quality.

Hurrying down the hallway, Aragorn could only hope that he could end this meeting as quickly as possible so he could join the hobbits, his wife and the rest of the Fellowship out in the north garden. Aragorn passed by his guards, giving each of them a brief nod.

When he entered the throne room, he was not surprised to see the emissary was already causing problems and was currently arguing with Faramir about the trade. The man was about Faramir's height and was wearing a long grey cloak. He was also wearing a black and silver uniform with the picture of a three headed wolf on his breast. His hair was a dark shade of brown and his eyes were black as night. Standing silently behind him appeared two men, possibly his escorts. They were dressed much like him only they had black cloaks and both had reddish brown hair and sea green eyes.

They noticed his entrance as soon as he walked into the room, they looked on at him with narrowed eyes, a great menace lurking within them. His normally complacent and friendly Steward was vastly losing his patients with the emissary. It seemed he had come at the right time.

“That is absolutely ridiculous, Sir. We are giving you more than double the customary payment for such goods. Goods that are not even good quality.”

“I protest. This payment may be customary here in Gondor, but not in the Boarders of--” They both stopped speaking when they saw Aragorn enter the room.

“King Elessar!” The emissary at once did a slight bow, from his neck down only, which was copied by his escorts, and though Aragorn knew the emissary had done this to show his respect, the eyes alone gave the men away. They held no love or respect at all for the King of Gondor.

In fact, as Aragorn looked deep into the emissary's eyes, he sensed something in those depths. Something that chilled him to the bone. He felt evil existed in those depths. Great evil. The man was not familiar to him, though he seemed acquainted to Gondor's King. Aragorn did not bow in return, instead he kept his back straight and his head tilted up with his eyes looking down at the emissary, his face void of emotion.

“I have been made aware that you entered the city just an hour ago. I was also informed that though I promised you an audience tomorrow at noon that your business could not wait. I do hope that you have a reason for interrupting my already planned schedule?”

Aragorn held his eyes straight at the man, ignoring the glint of amusement in Faramir's eyes. Aragorn was one of the most wisest, kindest and bravest men of all Middle-Earth, but Aragorn was also not a man to be trifled with. He knew very well that the hobbits, The Queen and the Fellowship awaited him in the gardens of the courtyard and was now most annoyed at being delayed in joining them.

Faramir had tried to explain, to this imp of a man, that the King had other pressing business, but he would not be pushed aside. Tomorrow could not wait. Now the man would feel the anger of the King.

Aragorn had for too long been separated by his friends. He couldn't wait to see this imp put in his place, nice and proper like, as Samwise Gamgee would say. But even Aragorn's angry stare and harsh words, hidden behind royal ones he had long used for impatient and greedy men, did not bring the emissary to his heels.

He looked back at Aragorn with more than a glint of hatred in his eyes. “I apologize my King Elessar, but I could not wait.”

“And, may I ask, who you are to make such assumptions of my time?”

“My coming here, your majesty, is to renew good relations between the Northern East Boarder of Suffleous. And I have been informed by my chieftain that the outcome of this will either allow the continue trade of our two kingdoms or end it. As for who I am-- you may call me Prince Macabah Cerebus.”