Frodo looked at Galadriel in fear as she fell to the ground. She looked to be in pain. Celeborn was instantly at her side.
   "My Lady!" Frodo shouted, worried. "What is it?" Galadriel got up, slowly, her white robe falling to the ground like moonbeams woven into fabric. "All is not as it should be. An ancient evil is awake." Celeborn shook his head.
  "Not here, not in Valinor." He shook his head. Then he walked out of the room. Frodo turned to Galadriel. "What do you mean?" he asked her. She was silent. "Not in Valinor is this evil. Your friends are in danger." Galadriel stepped away, leaving Frodo in worry's icy grip.

()()()()

  Frodo remembered the Counsel of Elrond, that felt so long ago.

  "I will take it!" he had shouted. "I will take the Ring to Mordor! Tho, I do not know the way."
  "I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins, as long as it is yours to bear." Gandalf had stood by his side. Aragorn had then stood up.
  "If by my life or death I can protect you, I will." He had knelt before Frodo. "You have my sword."
  "And you have my bow." Legolas had said, walking to join the others surrounding Frodo.
  "And my axe!" Gimli had said, while Legolas grimaced at him.
  "You carry the fate of us all, little one." Boromir had said. "If this is indeed the will of the Counsel, then Gondor will see it done. Aragorn looked at him, not in an unfriendly way, but curiously.
  "Mr. Frodo's not going anywhere without me!" Sam had shouted, running out from under some bushes.
  "No indeed it is hardly possible to separate you two, even when he is summoned to a secret counsel and you are not!" Elrond had said, faintly smiling.
  "Wait! We're coming too!" Merry shouted, he and Pippin appearing from behind a pillar. Elrond was astonished. "You'd have to sent us home tied up in a sack to stop us." Merry continued.
  "Anyway, you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission...quest...thing." Pippin said proudly. "Well, that rules you out Pip." Merry said.
  "Nine companions." Elrond said slowly. "So be it! You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring!"
  "Great!" Pippin said. "Where are we going?"

  Frodo smiled at the memory. He had no idea at the time that it would be the start of all his problems. Now, it had led him here, in Valinor. It was a beautiful place. But he missed Middle-earth sometimes. He longed for the Shire's summers, Rivendell and Gondor. But sadly, he had made a one-way trip.
  Frodo sat down as his shoulder tingled. He placed a hand to the Morgul blade wound. Should I tell Galadriel? He thought about it. The Ring was destroyed twenty-three years ago. It should not hurt.
  Quick as lightning, the pain became hot and piercing. Frodo screamed. It felt like Weathertop. His shoulder had not pained him for nineteen years.
  Galadriel and Celeborn were there. She picked Frodo up, and Celeborn was chanting something in Quenya. Frodo's vision blurred. Everything went black.

()()()()

  When he awoke, he was in a bed, similar to the one at Rivendell. The pain was gone. Elrond stood, watching him for signs of consciousness. "Frodo." he said. "How are you feeling?"
  "Better." Frodo said. "What happened?"
  "The wound that the Witch-King gave you pained you, did it not?"
  "It did."
  "Lord and Lady Galadriel and Celeborn were talking this over with me. Events must move apace in Middle-earth. It is the wish of the Counsel that you join us." Frodo got up, following Elrond.

()()()()

  They reached a shaded pavilion. Seated in a circle were ten elves, and leading the Counsel was Celeborn. Galadriel was sitting by his side.
  "If the halfling's shoulder pained him, it may only mean one thing." an elf with blonde hair said.
  "Ledolorn, there is no chance Sauron returned." another elf said.
  "That is not what I meant." Ledolorn said. "Evil takes many forms. Some more deadly than others."
  "I say we ignore it." a red haired elf said. "Mortals matter little to us."
  "I suppose you think Valinor will stay safe if a new dark lord ascends!" Ledolorn shouted.
  "Quiet!" Celeborn shouted. "Astrida, come forth."
  An elf with black hair stepped forward. She dropped a silver dagger on a slab of marble for all to see. It was Sting. Frodo nodded.
  "Earlier, this blade glowed blue." Astrida said. "Sting never lies. There are orcs in Middle-earth. The blade will glow if orcs are in Middle-earth, even in Valinor. This is proof." As she finished speaking, Sting began to glow. "We must help." The blue glow reflected off their faces. It was confirmed. "This is rubbish." the red haired elf said again. "Why does Middle-earth matter? We do not live there any longer."
  "I know whom you fear, Sildion Dunathor. Your comfort will be of little concern if we are attacked."
  Galadriel's words turned Sildion's face pale. He could not look her in the eyes. She stared at him, unblinking. Everyone was silent.
 
()()()()

  Frodo was packing his belongings, preparing to set out to the Bay of Eldamar. It was a long trek from the Halls of Nienna, but they had lembas, and Frodo would walk by Galadriel and Gandalf the entire, long way.
  As he thought that, Gandalf appeared, clothed in white. He smiled. "Frodo Baggins, the Ring-Bearer. What an interesting journey you've had."
  "I thought you could not leave Valinor." Frodo said. "I thought I was to stay here forever."
  "I was not involved, but they say that Eru himself granted us passage." Gandalf smiled faintly.
  "That's impossible!" Frodo shouted in awe. "I cannot ponder it."
  "We must be going." Gandalf said. "Elves do not like to be kept waiting. Comming with us are Galadriel, Elrond, Celeborn, Astrida and Ledolorn."
  "What of Sildion?" Frodo asked of the elf who had spoken against going to Middle-earth. "He did not think it was important." Gandalf said. "If we so need it, an army shall come on our command."
  Then they left the Garden-house, and found the passage of elves. Leading the solemn, singing procession were the Lady of Lórien, Mithrandir, and the Ring-Bearer of the Third Age.