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Frodo only realized what day it was when Bilbo told him. He had completely lost track. Living with elves, and in this place especially, had that effect on a body. He was very surprised to find out that Bilbo had been keeping a calendar this past year. It was so very unlike the Bilbo he remembered in Rivendell, with a desk piled half to the ceiling of notes written on odd sheets of paper. Bilbo said he thought it was important, but he wouldn’t explain why.

Regardless, the day had arrived, September the 22nd. It felt like a century, and yet only a moment, since they had set out from Bag End for the Gray Havens. Back then, back in the world, things were so much more precise, more certain. In Middle Earth, it had been exactly one year.

There would be a feast tonight in their honor, as well as music of course. Bilbo had gone for his nap. Frodo had planned on doing the same, but he found that he was too restless. He strolled aimlessly across a lawn of perfectly soft and green grass. He thought of other birthdays; of his 33rd, of their last at Bag End before leaving for Crickhollow, of Sam saying farewell to the beer barrel in the basement.

The great tower of Avallónë rose suddenly before him, burning gold and orange in the setting sun. Frodo decided he must climb it if he could. The steps were not made for hobbit feet, and each one was a small adventure. But, slowly and carefully, Frodo climbed the winding stairs. He was glad that there was no one else around. At last he came to the tower room. The view caught him by surprise. The White Tower of Minas Tirith was nothing compared to this. The ocean rippled gently below – so far below! Frodo realized he had come here to look east. Might he be able to see all the way to the Gray Havens, or even to the Tower Hills? He squinted his eyes, but saw only tiny ripples on the sea for miles and miles, and he felt very foolish. During his climb, he had imagined that Sam would be on the Tower Hills, maybe even at Elostirion, looking out to the west for him. But Sam probably didn’t even remember the day. He would be busy with his family, with his life. And slowly Frodo turned to face his climb back to the ground.

Sam rose long before the sun. He had packed a small bag and left a note on the mantel. The cart he had hired was already waiting outside. The journey took forever. When he arrived at the Tower Hills, the sun was already setting. He ignored every bit of hobbit sense that he possessed and scrambled up the giant steps of the greatest tower he had ever seen. He remembered the stories he had heard as a child, how you could see from here all the way across the ocean to the Undying Lands.

At the top he rushed to the window. He gasped. It felt as if he were falling. He clenched the stone of the window ledge tightly. Far in the distance he could see the ocean. He squinted his eyes against the setting sun. But, no, he could not see beyond the water. That art must have long since passed from this place. He called out, “Some day, Frodo, I promise.” His words rang against the stone like metal. He did not weep, but quietly turned to face his climb back to the ground.

Date: 2010-09-22 12:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] shirebound.livejournal.com
Ohhh, what a dear and poignant moment. May they be reunited soon, and share their memories of this day.

Thank you so much for posting here! *beams*

Date: 2010-09-22 01:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] harrowcatliz.livejournal.com
Ohhh That has left me feeling sad but in a happy way......yes, I know I am confused!

Date: 2010-09-22 02:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] addie71.livejournal.com
What a beautiful story. One day they will be together again.

Date: 2010-09-22 04:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mews1945.livejournal.com
It makes me sad that they couldn't catch a glimpse, but that's the way it had to be. Still, we're sure they will be together again.

Date: 2010-09-22 04:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] telstar-gold.livejournal.com
How right that they both had the same hope, even though they were disappointed. I wonder if it will become a yearly ritual, nonetheless? Until they are reunited at last... :)))

A lovely birthday ficlet!

Date: 2010-09-22 11:40 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] dreamflower
How poignant! And yet sweet and hopeful as well!

Date: 2010-09-23 12:54 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] belleferret.livejournal.com
Oh how poignant. I wish each knew the other was searching for him: that Frodo realized despite Sam's love for his family, he longed for the day when he would join his treasure, and that Sam knew Frodo was gazing eastward for his heart.

Date: 2010-09-23 03:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] frolijah-fan-54.livejournal.com
So beautiful and poignant - but it's not sad because I know they WERE together again - and oh what a celebration that was!! Thanks for much for sharing this.

Date: 2010-09-24 01:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blonddemon.livejournal.com
This is a lovely ficlet that. Their longing is sad and I hope that they reunite soon.

Date: 2010-09-26 02:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] althea-lady.livejournal.com
This is so sad. Of course Sam would never forget such an important day. I love Sam's confidence in "some day."
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