Sometime during his second year on the Isle, Frodo had taken up his art once more. First he simply found himself illuminating his writings--borders of flowers or knots, or tiny ink drawings of scenes began to adorn his words. One day he took up a blank journal and a charcoal stick, and went out to sketch--trees, the sea, shells, scenes or people. It had been some while before he showed anyone save Bilbo what he'd done. But one day he asked Adamanta if he could draw her, and then he began to share his work with others.

Now after a few years, he'd lost his self-consciousness. He'd never minded people watching him work in the Shire, but here he felt he could not reach the standard of Elven perfection around him. But he soon learned that the Elves loved the differences in his work, seeing in it those things which were the gifts of mortals.

As the four friends took tea in Adamanta's kitchen, she asked to look at this new sketchbook. She turned the pages back, commenting on sketches of her smial, and an intricate drawing of her rooftree.

"Ah! This is your cousin Pippin!" she exclaimed. "And who is the hobbitess with him?"

Frodo chuckled. "During my last visit to the Tower, I saw Pip's wedding in the palantír. It was much more elaborate than Merry's! This is his bride, Diamond North-took."

He turned back another page and showed Bilbo and Gandalf as well. "Look who was at the wedding!" There was a sketch of Legolas and Gimli. "I'm glad they could be there!"

Adamanta placed a finger on a sketch of Merry and Pippin, their arms slung around one another, and Sam laughing by their side, a mug in his hand. "Kali, Raz and Ban," she said.