Be it —- 𝖳𝖧𝖮𝖱. 𝖲𝖮𝖭 𝖮𝖥 𝖮𝖣𝖨𝖭. 𝖦𝖮𝖣 𝖮𝖥 𝖳𝖧𝖴𝖭𝖣𝖤𝖱.

Frodo was leaping, though his body was already soaked by the patches of snow that reached him higher than it did humans. "I'll catch up soon," Frodo shouted, attempting to keep his cloak from whipping wildly in the wind. It was already hard to see in the snowy weather, his vision half blinded by ↓

The 𝘿𝘼𝙍𝙆 is generous and it is patient and it always 𝙒𝙄𝙉𝙎 – but in the heart of its strength lies its 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨.

Frodo let off a laugh as Aragorn raced ahead, briefly taking a moment to take a breath before following after him. He wasn't as fleetfooted as his uncle was, but he did well to keep up. "Come now! Don't go easy on me! Hobbits are notorious for taking big steps!"

The elf has found more archers...?

"A friend indeed, and a friend I am glad to share my journey to the highest mountains and lowest plains with," Frodo agreed, nodding his head a little before glancing forward. "It seems the rest of our friends have noticed us lagging. Shall we race there?"

He has tea, warm tea. It feels odd holding the metal cup while disoriented, almost grounding.

The soles of his feet hurt, he's traversed too far. But further still, he persists.

The world is cruel, at least in the semblance of long nights and jagged stones, but at least he has friends to share warmth and joy with.

♇ᡣ𐭩 MY FRIENDS SPOIL ME

Curled up at a foot of a tree, Frodo attempts to keep warm. The late hours of the winter night were getting to him.

That earned a wry smile, a small shake of the head while curly hair bounced under the soft light. "I fear you are mistaken. The Shire has no use for dreamers and those who left the safety of her warmth," he stated. "Kings are people like you, who rise to the occassion of his people." And, for a ↓

—— HAPPY HOLIDAYS &. MERRY CHRISTMAS * 🎄🎁

♇ᡣ𐭩 Together to the end

♇ᡣ𐭩 I do not wish for it to happen, unfortunately I am a creature with the tendency to be a violent writer.

"Hope? I fear that word is too weak," Frodo stated, simply... Softly. "I do not hope for peace, I know there will be peace. I'm certain because I know we'll finish this mission. That you will return to the home you belong to, that Samwise will marry his love. That Merry and Pippin will ↓

♇ᡣ𐭩 Sorry, my brain suddenly was invaded by the thought of Frodo dying, whether pierced by sword or joining Gollum and the Ring in the lava. What is happening-

Frodo eyed the tree once more before hastily chasing after Aragorn with his longer stride, almost hopping to catch up like a fleet footed rabbit. "At times, I'd be inclined to agree. Trees and the forest make for good hiding spots for Hobbits. Had they not been uprooted, I'm certain they'd do ↓

"I'd almost bloody believe that these trees work for the Dark King, given how often we've tripped on them this journey," Frodo mumbled, though it was to no one in particular as he shot a glare at the uprooted tree. It has been a curse almost, at least one hobbit would trip during the journey ↓

A day's travel, that's all they managed. It hard started after leaving the river furthest from the ravaged town they passed through, Merry began lamenting about second breakfast again, clinging to Pippin during his dramatics. At somepoint, Boromir had hoisted the two up, earning laughter while ↓

He is afraid of the implications of what has occured, between their travels and his own thoughts.

He stumbled back, over branches and brambles, falling down the hill with small thorns smacking his face and his arms. He landed, abruptly, on his back and without air, Samwise beside him with a dazed look. He had backed away from Boromir, hiding the Ring between his fingers and now...? And now... ↓

♇ᡣ𐭩 A CHARACTER WRITTEN IN A MIRROR IMAGE OF #𝓟𝓵𝓾𝓽𝓸 A minor and limitless lewd do not interact account. Will contain dead dove themes such as gore, abuse, self-hate, and other themes not suitable to minors. Mun is 27. Will contain semi-lewd themes; multi-ship.

♇ᡣ𐭩 Do I dare write that one scene from Lord of the Rings where Bilbo flees Boromir?

"You as well, when the night eventually calls for you," Frodo said, tilting his head forward once. A small nod, or perhaps a bow. Either way, he offered a slight smile in regards to the other before turning to join the other hobbits where they lay. He was ever careful to step over Merry and ↓

A small stumble, hand gripping the nearest tree for stability. He's growing weary again.

A wry smile, gaze temporarily setting on the king to be's face with silent appreciation before he shifted once, adjusting his placement on the log. "I appreciate the comfort you do bring, but..." He paused, moving to play with the ring that rested against his chest, almost pondering if he should ↓

"Sleep invites nightmares, I'm afraid," he offered, his expression still staring where the sun disappeared once over the horizon. "The ring offers no comfort, only fear of the kings and their steeds."

The sun is setting, and he is quiet. He's always quiet, right before nightfall and the nightmares with the gnashing teeth and faceless kings. Right before the others tuck in, leaving one to tend to flames in silence, and he sighs. Deep in thought, a hand on his chin and elbow against his knee.

♇ᡣ𐭩 HE LIVES, now to make more of the other accounts I owe

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