Shimmering sparks of the fireworks danced in the air that night. The sparks reflected the merriment of life that was alive at the party. A ebony- haired, boyish Hobbit stood amazed at the delight all around him. A small half-breed stood by his side. Her honey colored curls, sparkled in the soft moonlight. The young Hobbit looked at her and smiled.

“The best fireworks are about to start. Gandalf always save them for last. Come on, we need a better seat then this,” the small chubby hand engulfed the slimmer one. “You have so much to learn.” The young Hobbit dragged the half-breed to the front of the crowd where his uncle stood.

The greyed haired man smiled at the two young ones at his feet,” How are you enjoying your party, my boy?”

“Better now,” the small Hobbit smiled at the girl next to him, who was standing in wonder at the flashes of the fireworks.

“They are beautiful,” the young girl murmured softly to herself.

“The are the best ever I think,” came the response.

The fireworks went on into the night and soon the two children were fast asleep, laying against each other.

Years later.......

The boyish smile returned to his face as he watched her move gracefully in the moonlight. The soft light reflected the soft look in her eyes. The swish of her dress was a soft soothing sound to his mind. She looked so beautiful tonight, it was just as perfect as the night he first met her. Her hair covered her ears, they, besides her feet, were the thing that made her different from him. Those elvish ears, his uncle had to explain to him what they were. It did not matter him then, and it certainly did not matter to him now. He laughed as one of the little Hobbit boys pulled at her skirt, asking for a dance. She smiled at him and picked up and twirled him around him in her arms. The boy laughed as she spun a little faster. He clung to her neck, and she pulled him closer. Her pale green skirt, fluttered around her as they twirled. His eyes reflected the laughter she gave out as she came to a slow stop.

Her aqua eyes met his for a instant and she looked away blushing. The boy in her arms cried for her to spin again. She smiled at him and knelt to the
ground, “I do not think that I can do that again just yet. Come back in a while, maybe then.” The boy gave her a hug then ran off to join his friends at Bilbo’s feet. She stood up, brushing the dust from her skirt. He was still watching her, he was always watching her.

“Are you going to dance yourself ,sir, or would you rather have entertainment at your party,” she asked him, mock bowing before him.

“You please me as you are,” he responded, waving her off with his hand.

She gathered her skirt up in her hands and ran over to him and grabbed his hand,” You will dance with me tonight, sir. One does not order on his
Birthday.”

He smiled at her challenge and gave her a good yank, which pulled her into his lap,” I think I would rather have you here.”

She blushed, then moved out of his arms and sat by him,” Frodo Biggins, Bilbo would kill you if he ever saw you do that. “

“He will never know, will he, Gwen. You have been my dearest friend since, forever began, you would betray me now, would you?” He reached behind her and picked up his drink and took a long sip.

“You take my friendship for granted, Frodo,” she replied, picking up a drink of her own and sipping it.

He put down his drink and took her hand,” I think I should dance now. You have to be my partner, I will not dance with anyone else.”

Her blush returned, and she set her drink down beside his, “It would be my honor.”

Frodo took her hand and lead her to the dance floor, then past it, past the food tables, past the storage tents, until they came to rest under a tree. This was their tree, they had come there to watch the fireworks every year, since she arrived in Hobbiton.

“I thought we were going to dance,” her voice trembled slightly, as his hand brushed the side of her face.

“We are, I just wanted to dance with you alone,” his voice was low, and gentle.

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him. Her hands found their way around his neck. Though the music was faint to his ears, she heard it perfectly. It was still the happy lively music they left behind. Frodo was dancing to his own song, but she did not mind, his song seemed much nicer then the other. Her head rested against his chest, it seemed to simply belong there. She could hear the beating of his heart, now she had a song of her own to dance to.

Frodo felt the soft warmth of her breath upon his neck, it was almost too much for him to have her there. Having her in his arms like that was
something he had often dreamed about. For the longest time, he had loved her. She was everything to him. Though different from him, she completed him in a strange way. She was his best friend, sharing in all kinds of troubles two could get into in the Shire. He breathed softly, not daring to make a loud noise, fearing that if he did, she would disappear from his arms like a scared bunny.

She looked up at him, looking in those beautiful eyes. Her breathing slowed to she barley knew it was there. His hand was cupping the side of her face gently. He moved his head until his forehead touched hers. Gwen found that she could not breathe, her heart was beating too loudly. His mouth came closer to hers, she could the warmth of his breath on her lips. She felt them brush her slightly, then jerk away, responding to a loud noise behind them.

He took he hand and lead her back to where the party was. They ran into a crowd of confusion, in the sky they saw a dragon. Frodo pulled her in the direction of his uncle.

“Bilbo, there’s a dragon, you must do something,” he called after his uncle.

The dragon came closer and Gwen pulled Frodo to the ground, his body in top of hers. She looked up and watch the dragon fly over them and away,
and too her shock, burst into a mist of sparks. It was all fireworks.

Frodo sat next to her at the table. Everyone was calling for a speech. Bilbo stood in front of them, ready to make his annual Birthday speech. He
started off by greeting all relations as he normally did. Frodo took this time to place his hand over Gwen’s and stroke it gently. She looked at him with a blush on her face, but said nothing, nor moved her hand away from his. Next Bilbo babbled on about what good company his fellow Hobbits were. Then he got a strange look on his face, he looked directly at Frodo and mumble goodbye, then disappeared. Frodo heard Gwen gasp. His heart sank in his chest, what did this mean?

TWO:

Her fingers trembled as she bent down to pick up the ring. Bilbo’s ring, why was it laying in the doorway. Frodo touched her shoulder gently. It had
taken quite awhile for them to calm their guests and send them off. The promise of leftovers and free beer easily calmed them.

Gwen’s fingers encircled the ring then let it rest gently in her palm. Her eyes clouded over and all she could see was darkness. The light was
pierced by a bright red streak., an eye, a lidless burning eye. It was enchanting, seducing, and wonderful. She felt she could stare at it forever.
She felt a power spread into her, then a sharp pain running through her arm. Her eyes unclouded and she dropped the ring to the ground. She
yelp looking at her hand. A circle imprint was smoldering in the palm of her hand.

Frodo quickly knelt by her side, taking her injured hand in his, looking into her eyes, puzzled. Tears were falling, the pain was horrible. Frodo
kissed her forehead gently. She leaned her head into his shoulder, trying to ease her mind of the pain in her hand.

“Frodo, put the ring in here,” a voice said.

Frodo looked up to see Gandalf standing in front of the holding out an envelope. Frodo picked up the ring and set in there. Gandalf sealed it and
gave it back to Frodo, “Keep it safe. I must go, I need answers the questions.”

“Wait what about Bilbo?” Gwen asked softly.

“Bag End is now Frodo’s he left it to him. I will return later,” Gandalf moved threw the door with no more words.

Frodo and Gwen exchanged looks of pure confusion. She returned her head back to his shoulder. More then just her hand hurt, her soul was
pained now. A foreboding settled in to her soul. Frodo wrapped his arms around her.

“Here, lets get your hand bandaged up,” Frodo said softly, getting up slowly.

“Okay, I just need a second to collect myself,” came the meek reply.

“Alright, I’ll be in the kitchen, whenever you are ready.”
 
 

Frodo kissed her head softly then moved to the kitchen. Gwen cradled her hand to her chest. Shivers raced up and down her body. She had
shaken off the vision of the eye, but the whisper in her mind were not so easily dismissed. The cool wind blew in from the still open door.

She stood up, her gown fluttering around her, The wind was calling her to the door. A seducing sound. Her shaky legs carried her to the door. She
leaned against the door, looking out into the darkness. She could not see anything, but she knew something was out there. Her soul something
was out there, something evil. Gwen could not shake the feeling that she was being lured into something. She trembled, her hand began to throb
again.

“Gwen.” Whispers carried on the wind, swirling around her in a fierce storm. “Do not fear. Gwen, beautiful one. Chosen one. One above all. Gwen,
Gwen.” The voice seemed to scream at her, clouding out her judgement.

She stood sacred and shaking. More scared then she had ever been before, even more then when she left her mother and father for the first and
last time. The fear was seductive to her. It gave her pleasure beyond words she could ever form. She wanted to leave to slam the door, but she
could not, the fear felt to good to her. A Strong wind blew in from behind her, slamming the door, freeing her from the pull.

She ran to the fireplace, leaning her head on the mantle. The flood of whispers had subsided to a dull trickle. Tears filled her eyes, she was scared.
What was wrong with her?