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Frodo stood at the prow of the grey ship, staring out at the sea. His thoughts were with those who remained: Legolas and Sam, who would follow in their time - and all the others, who would not.
He knew he would see his friends again, when all had passed from Middle Earth. But that would not be for a very long time, and he was already missing them sorely. However, he had no choice.
Frodo raised his head when Gandalf laid a hand on his shoulder. And he saw the shores of Valinor, where he would regain his peace.