"I should like to save the Shire, if I could - though there have been times when I thought the inhabitants too stupid and dull for words, and have felt that an earthquake or an invasion of dragons might be good for them. But I don't feel like that now. I feel that as long as the Shire lies behind, safe and comfortable, I shall find wandering more bearable: I shall know that somewhere there is a firm foothold, even if my feet cannot stand there again."

carrying the world around his neck

"I see no hope of it now. But I've got to do the best I can."

made a home for you for me, watched it slip away from you, from me

cetrys:

ninefingered:

^{He needn’t turn. There is someone beside him. Needn’t speak, they know where they are going. But still, it weighs on the heart, and Frodo lingers within the alleys and streets that he hasn’t quite remembered the name of, and regrets.} 

^{Bilbo used to say, if you don’t keep your feet —}

^{It seems as if he isn’t the only one wandering aimlessly, and in the lighting he isn’t certain who it is.}

^{“…I don’t suppose you’re leaving as well?” He made no attempts at masking that he was packed and ready to depart, a walking stick in hand.}

{❀ Her thoughts ruminated into dawn’s early hours, but Aerith had come to a decision ~ one that may not have been considered rational, but the choice was hers alone to make.

She was going back home.

Back to the lifestream where she still had the ability to watch over her friends, to be a part of what she was supposed to be. 

Basket charged with the meagre belongings she’s acquired in hand, not that they would be of use where Aerith was heading, aqua irises lowered a glance at the petite stranger.

“Oh~yes I am actually, I’m grateful for the new chance I was given here but it’s not where I belong.”

“Are you looking forward to it? Going back home?” }

^{She wasn’t an expected sight. Her clothing was unwittingly colorful and almost ill-suited to a place such as this. The hobbit truly wondered what kind of character she was, but felt no threat from her. She was all smiles, gentle voice and soothing presence.} 

^{It was enough for him to politely stop, offer a meager smile in turn, though his eyes were worn.} 

^{“..To be honest, Miss, I’m not, but it is something I must do regardless. I hope it is different for you. Are you looking forward to it?”}