(Written for Isil_elensar, who wanted Frodo just before the Grey Havens.)

LAST LOOK

He felt peaceful, for once. The decision was made, the plans set in motion. In only a few days, it would be irrevocable. He stood on the Hill atop Bag End, wind ruffling his dark hair, moonlight and starlight casting blue shadows on his face, white as marble.

He overlooked the Shire, as far as he could see, taking the sight into himself, one last time. He thought of those he was leaving behind, the farewells he found too painful to make. They would be all right. They had to be. He had done it all for them, after all.