When Frodo awoke from a long sleep, he jolted up and looked around wildly. He was clad in clean clothes, and his wounds were dressed. He was in what seemed like a palace from a fairy tale. He soon noticed who sat next to his bed side on a chair.
“Gandalf!” He shouted, with a grin of joy and confusion. “But you…fell…”
“Through fire and water…but you shall soon hear that story and better ones!” Gandalf cried jumping to his feet. “Sam’s out and about. You may want to go catch him before he hurts himself. How do you feel?”
“Fine…a sting where my wounds are, but other than that I am fine.” Frodo said with a nod, hustling out of his bed. “This is all so different, I have so many questions, and I am sure you do too. But, one question that keeps in my minds is…well. How is the rest of the Fellowship?”
“Fine, just fine. I have a feeling you already know about Boromir, do you?” Said Gandalf.
“Yes, I do,” said Frodo. “He is dead…but let us talk about joyful things! Give me a brief discription of how the rest are.”
“Aragorn, he is fine, but stressed. He visited you many times in the night, and soon he is to be crowned King. Legolas, he is more cheerful that ever. Nothing seems to bring him down. Gimli, he has always seemed to be joyful, he dosen’t complain….too much. He was frightfuly worried for you though. Sam is fine…not a bit troubled or saddened. Your dear cusions now, they have gone through quite a bit. Peregrin is fine, a bit suprised that you are alive and breathing. He has gone through a lot, more than you could imagine. Meriadoc is weary and resting in The Houses of Healing. The Lord Of The Nazgul did him in, he dosen’t know of your return yet, nor Sam’s. But fear not, he is still alive and doing better than we thought he would.” Gandalf said, through little pauses of breath. “You need not worry for them.”
Frodo steped outside, breathing in fresh air he hadn’t breathed in the longest time. Fresh, cool air that rippled down his throat like a stream.
He saw Sam, in the distance on a bench in the garden, with many other figures around him. Frodo made his way towards the garden.
On the benches was a great surprise. Sitting upon them were Aragorn, Gimli, and Peregrin. Frodo hollared with delight, neraly falling to the ground in his astonishment.
“Frodo! Your up!” Cried Pippin, springing to his feet. “It’s about time!” Sam added joyfully.
Frodo almost knocked Pippin to the groudn with a hug that was so forcful and powerful. By the time Frodo was done, Peregrin sat down breathlessly.
Aragorn stood and kneeled down to Frodo’s level. “You’ve saved Middle-Earth and all that lies in it, my friend.” He whispered, kissing Frodo’s forehead.
Gimli than went into a long account of what had happened to Gandalf and why Merry was ill. “Legolas and him are in the houses. Merry, I doupt he is awake, but you could let Legolas fill you in on some of our little adventures,” said Gimli.
“Prehaps I will,” said Frodo. And he did.

**************************************************

Frodo, Peregrin, and Sam enterd the room. Merry laid, facing the wall, and Legolas sat on a chair next to his bedside. Legolas sprung to his feet, seeing the two hobbits that he loved dearly and thought they had perished.
“You’ve come to see your cusion, have you not?” Asked Legolas, barley being able to contain his smile of joy. He shook Merry awake. Merry laid still for awhile, but then Legolas shook him again. He turned, facing Legolas. His face was pale and his once healthy looking eyes were grey and gloomy. His face seemed to brighten a little when he saw Frodo and Sam.
He was cought in pure astonishment, barley breathing and not speaking. “Fro-Frodo!” He cried in almost a whisper. Frodo kneeled down to his bedside. “And so the Fellowship has been reunited.” Whispered Legolas, grining.