Frodo is reading. He sits on the grass under a tall tree’s shade on a peaceful meadow, and a deep voice sings in the distance. He knows who the voice belongs to and with a mischievous grin, springs to his hairy feet. He runs down the hills, the singing voice calling him, while birds chirp and butterflies follow his path. He comes to the edge of the hill and stops Gandalf’s carriage. The wizard welcomes him in his arms.Together, pulled by an elegant horse, they enterThe Shire.
