GREEN HILL COUNTRY
(Frodo and Sam hike over the gentle Shire countryside ... wading through a shallow stream ... pass by the quaint hollows of Hobbit Holes ... heating a kettle over a small fire ... clambering over stone walls)
-----Time Skip-----
(Sam stops short ... taking stock of his surroundings. Sam looks back from where they came)
Sam: This is it.
Frodo: This is what?
Sam: If I take one more step, it'll be the farthest away from home I've ever been.
(Frodo gives Sam a pat on the shoulder)
Frodo: Come on, Sam.
(Sam takes a deep breath and steps forward. Sam's brown, furry foot hits the ground. Frodo is smiling at him)
Frodo: Remember what Bilbo used to say ... it's a dangerous business...
(Frodo and Sam continue their journey)
Bilbo: ...it's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door ... you step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to.
HOBBITON - WOODS
(Sam cooks a dinner while Frodo relaxes in a tree, smoking his pipe. Suddenly, Frodo turns his head, listening to singing ... high, sweet voices sing in a strange language. Frodo looks at Sam with a delighted smile)
Frodo: Sam! Wood-Elves!
(A group of Elves pass slowly through the forest, someon horse back, some walking, some with banners. The group seems to shine of its own light, their white garments softly glowing against the purples and midnight blues of the woods. Their haunting song continues)
Elves: A Galad ren i veniar hi' aladhremmin ennorath A Elbereth Gilthoniel ithil nâ thûl, ithil lîn hen!/O Light to us that wander here Amid the world of woven trees! O Elbereth! Gilthoniel! Clear are thy eyes and bright thy breath!
(Frodo and Sam watch the procession from behind a tree)
Frodo: They're going to the harbour beyond the White Towers. To the Grey Havens.
Sam: They're leaving Middle-earth.
Frodo: Never to return.
Sam: I don't know why ... it makes me sad.
-----Time Skip-----
(Frodo appears asleep. Sam tries desperately to find a comfortable spot on the ground)
Sam: Everywhere I lie there's a dirty great root sticking into my back.
(Frodo neither moves nor opens his eyes)
Frodo: Just shut your eyes, and imagine you're back in your own bed, with a soft mattress and a lovely feather pillow.
(Sam looks skeptical, but tries it. He sighs)
Sam: It's not working Mr. Frodo. I'm never going to be able to sleep out here.
Frodo: Me neither, Sam.
(Frodo smiles. Sam stares at the sky and finds something tonibble on)
SHIRE - A HILL
(Mist descends over the peaceful Shire. A horse neighs and stamps. Its Black Rider comes slowly to a halt and looks for his prey)
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