II. Omen

Frodo had arisen to answer nature's call, but once that was accomplished, he heard a soft chiming music outside his window, and saw a flickering brightness.  His ten-year-old heart fluttered and he climbed out for a better look.

There in the starry darkness of the midsummer night, danced a radiant little lady about one foot tall amongst the garden flowers.  Her hair appeared a candle flame whirling out about her as she moved with quicksilver grace and lightness.  Her gown seemed made of a moonbeam.  

Am I dreaming? he thought, with a rush of both fear and joy.   

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A/N: In "Light from the West" Frodo speaks of having seen a fairy dance on his lawn when he was a child.