— The time had come. Nearly four years had passed since the Fellowship's harrowing journey. The One Ring was destroyed, the Nazgûl silenced, and the Fourth Age of Middle-earth had begun...

At the Grey Havens, you waited with the elves as the hobbits and Gandalf arrived. Frodo said his farewells, and then a final, quiet smile before boarding. On the journey westward, Frodo slept, his head resting lightly against your chest.