The room was filled with an uproar. Only bits and pieces could be heard:

"How could he?"

"The mission is over!"

"What do we do now?"

"Silence!" Gandalf shouted, and the room was silent. "Now is not the time to complain. We must go after Bilbo at once, for his sake and all of Middle Earth!"

"But, where has he gone to?" Pippin shyly asked.

"Isn't it obvious?" Legolas questioned. "He's going to steal the three elven rings, he already has Elrond's."

Frodo stood up with a jolt, "I'll not have you talk about my uncle like that. He is no thief!"

Most of the group looked at Frodo skeptically.

I stood to defend my friend, "He's right. It's that Ring what done it to 'em. Just as it did to Gollum."

"Not quiet." Aragorn calmly stated.

Everyone turned to listen.

"Gollum simply ran off to hide and covet the Ring, while Bilbo has devised a plan."

Elrond took charge here, "Yes, and according to this note he will be headed toward Lothlorien, the home of Galadriel."

Gandalf stood and made his way to the door, "We must leave at once- Elrond, with your permission and council, the Fellowship will go after Bilbo and the Ring. Once Bilbo is safely back here in Rivendell, we shall destroy the Ring as planned."

Elrond nodded, "Yes go quickly and be safe."

With that the council was over and the Fellowship went their separate ways to prepare for the journey. Frodo walked back to the room where Bilbo had taken the Ring, I followed after him, knowing he was concerned for his uncle. He glanced at the Mithril and sighed. I went over and stood beside him and patted his shoulder.

"Well get the Ring back, and Bilbo too. Don't fret."

Frodo shook his head, "I feel this will be the hardest league of the journey."

I smiled sadly and left the room.

Frodo picked up the Mithril and something from inside it fell to the floor. Frodo bent to pick up a torn piece of  paper. It read:

Dear Frodo,

Don't blame yourself for whatever happens. Ever since I gave up the Ring, it has been calling me back. I was able to ignore its demand up till now. It's- taking over- I wish you the best- my, my, PRECIOUS!

Frodo tucked the note away and laid in bed, silently weeping for his lost uncle.

A/N

Hope everyone is enjoying the story. I have some great ideas for this. Let me know what you think!