by Nivina
Bilbo and Frodo were looking out at the Sea. The sun was sinking slowly, and the two hobbits felt quite small in the beauty of Valinor.
"Well, I bet Hobbiton misses our great feasts..." Bilbo chuckled.
Frodo put out some pipeweed.
"I think there'll be lots of ale flowing at the inns tonight."
His eyes sparkled in the leaving daylight. "True hobbits would never miss a reason to party."
Bilbo made an indefinable sound and puffed at his pipe. He ruffled Frodo‘s hair and Frodo laid his head onto Bilbo‘s shoulder. The hobbits enjoyed the peace surrounding them.