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Aragorn pulled the boat up to shore followed by Boromir and Legolas. Valia grabbed her pack and got out of the boat along with the others. They set up camp, and Valia sat leaning against a boulder. She closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep just as Aragorn began speaking.
Someone shook her, and she opened her eyes. Sam was kneeling worriedly beside her. "Mr. Frodo's gone."
"Gone?" She leapt up and ran away without a backward glance.
"Valia?" Frodo whispered.
She looked up and gasped. She threw her arms around him. "I was afraid you'd left without me," she choked out.
He put his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. "I would never leave you." He looked into her pale green eyes. "We need to leave before the others find us."
"Valia?"
She looked back to Frodo and smiled then took the hand he held out to her. They walked together for some time before reaching the beginning of a grey, dreary-looking land. A dark cloud surrounded a black shadow, and a glowing red light could be seen in the middle.
"Mordor," Frodo said. "I hope the others find a safer road."
"Aragorn will look after them," Valia replied, touching his shoulder.
"I don't suppose we'll ever see them again."
"We may yet." She looked up at him. "We may."
He smiled and kissed her forehead. "I'm glad you're with me."
Until the next book, Frodo Baggins...signing out!