The company of elves had traveled for some time now, and were reaching the Pass of Light. Frodo's shoulder constantly tingled. Gandalf moved them along quickly. The elves sung many songs in their language that, after many years in Valinor, Frodo knew quite well. 

"I fear we may not reach the Bay of Eldamar fast enough." Elrond told them. "I foresee evil moving quickly in Middle-earth."

  The white and grey clad elves behind them still sang. "A elin na gaim eglerib" Galadriel said to Elrond. "O stars that in the sunless year." Gandalf told Frodo. "Ela! Melmemma noren sina nur ala earo nur. We will save it. Worry not." These words calmed him. Then Galadriel herself began to sing.

Ai! Laurië Lantar lassi súrinen.
Yéni únótimë ve rámar aldaron!
Yéni ve lintë yuldar avánier
Mi oromardi lisse-miruvóreva
Andúnë pella, Vardo tellumar
Nu luini yassen tintilar i eleni
Ómaryo airetári-lírinen
Sí man i yulma nin enquantuva?

An sí Tintallë Varda Oiolossëo
Ve fanyar máryat Elentári ortanë
Ar ilyë undulávë lumbulë;
Ar sindanóriello caita mornië
I falmalinnar imbë met, ar hísië
Untúpa Calaciryo míri oialë
Si vanwa ná, Rómello vanwa, Valimar!
Namárië! Nai hiruvalyë Valimar!
Nai elyë hiruva. Namárië!

As her beautiful voice silenced, the elves, who, until now had been silent, burst into clapping and cheering! "Vanya onna!" Many shouted.

"What were her fair words about?" Frodo asked Gandalf.

"She sings of Valinor, and never being able to return." Her voice still hung in their minds, fresh as the summer-leaf. She sings for she may never return. The evil is not known. We may very well be marching to our doom." This frightened Frodo. He had faced evil once, never again did he want to.

  But soon walls of a great city were seen. It was Tirion, city of the Noldor. Frodo stared in awe at this historic sight.  It was impressive, with lush green hills and white buildings and gold roofs. At the center of the city, was a tall tower, and upon the tower was a shining jewel, glowing bright. 

"We shall not pass through the city." Celeborn said. "Around we shall go, into the Pass of Light."

  And, as the Lord of Light said, they walked around. But spectators from the city still watched the heavenly parade.

  But Frodo's heart was elsewhere. He was reliving all memories of Valinor.

As the Grey Havens had faded away, he had leaned over the edge of the boat and wept, for all that had been, and all that could never be.

When he first arrived, he had fallen off the boat, eager for land. All the elves had laughed, helping him up.

When he had first seen the Gardens of Lórien, he had smelled every flower, touched all the leaves. Galadriel had been there, smiling.

When Celeborn had showed him his room. It was a close replica, almost exact, of his room in Bag-end. He had wept, like on the boat.

When he had read history books about Arda, he had been blown away by the depth of it all. So many names. Melkor had frightened him, Sauron's rise had caused him to throw down the book and hide in his room. The Silmarils were described with such beauty. He had been angry when they were stolen.

Magic hung in the air like a tapestry as the host continued their trek towards the bay. Frodo was so caught up in the silence, he longed for song, for hobbit cheer, even a dragon's roar. But the air hung still, like it was waiting for something. The deep breath before the plunge.

  No one spoke, for they all felt as Frodo did, eager, anticipant, anxious, even.

()()()()

It was mid-morning a few days later when the salty air was upon their faces. They smelled it. They felt it. The sea was near. They saw the city of Alqualondë.

The sea loving elves greeted them, smiling. Graceful, swan-shaped ships were prepared for them, for the elves had brought an army. Apparently, elves had asked some of the soldiers why they were leaving. They had told them, and all the elves had run home, only to return in battle clothes later. Every time they passed a city, this happened. They had accumulated a massive force. Twenty thousand, counting the elves that had set out with them originally. It took Frodo's breath away to see the loyalty of the elves to their queen.

Frodo put a shaking foot onto the deck of a boat. Galadriel, Elrond, Celeborn and Gandalf joined him, along with three elven guards. Frodo knew not if he would return. So, as warriors from Alqualondë boarded the ships, that now looked more like a fleet, he watched the bank as it slowly faded away.