[Child of the 7th Age]

Tuor and Idril sat on the bunk in the cabin, their arms entwined about each other's waist. They bent close and whispered in each other's ear

"Idril, Idril, it must be the two of them. There is no choice. They will come to speak with you. They are the Ringbearers, humblest and yet highest of all. You must tell them the Shadow will return to all of Middle-earth unless they will take up this burden."

"But, Tuor," and she was weeping, "So much has been asked of them. Why can it not be someone else. If it must be a hobbit, there are others on board with the blood of the kudak"

"No, Idril, for none have their heart and their soul. So it was decreed in the Halls of Manwe so many years ago, and even higher than those halls, but we may not speak of that. The other kuduk must help them. The strange one named Rose swimming in the Sea, and the silver-haired scholar who thinks deeper than she seems on the outside. But Frodo and Sam alone can be the bait, they who once dwealt in the Uttermost West."

Idril bowed her head and wept, "Yes, I will do it."