disclaimer: i still don't own the lord of the rings.

so anyway, this just kind of came to me while i was doing dishes the other night. i liked the concept, but it didn't turn out the way i wanted it to, exactly. it just doesn't seem to flow right....but anyway, this is basically just a really short one-shot thing on what it might have been like for Frodo after he sails from the grey havens. i tried to make it as accurate as possible, but it's been a while since i read the lord of the rings and the silmarillion. ah, well.

anyway, i would love it if you would read this and review ^_^ comments and constructive criticism are always welcome!

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And so it was that at the end of his long journey, Frodo Baggins sailed from Middle Earth along with the other ringbearers. As the last ship sailed from the Grey Havens, all concept of time seemed to slip away, and Frodo's cares with it; at long last the light returned to his face, and he was no longer the ringbearer, but a simple hobbit, just as he had been before his great adventure.

After what may have been only minutes or many hours, an island came into view. It was exactly as Frodo had imagined it: A beautiful green country under a silver sky, and a swiftly-rising sun. Here, he knew, were white shores that had not yet washed away, and sea-birds that had not yet perished from the face of the earth. From here, he could see shining far-off Taniquetil, whiter than snow, serving as a memory of glories past, and giving a small glimpse of the Blessed Land of the Valar.

This land, Frodo knew, was very different from his beloved Shire. Everyone seemed to go about at their own pace, as though they didn't have a care in the world. And they didn't, Frodo soon realized, for all who dwelt in Eress'a understood the meaning of forever.

Unlike his own people, all who were here considered Frodo a hero. Here, all were eager to listen whenever Frodo was willing to tell his story, for although they were untouched by the cares of Middle Earth, they were very interested in them. So Frodo spent his days in golden warmth and merry feasting, recalling every detail of his adventure.

At last, in Elvenhome, Frodo was finally able to remember his journey but forget his burden. And so it was that in the land halfway to heaven, Frodo Baggins lived happily ever after to the end of his days.