Sam, did I ever tell you of those dreams?...
No, not while we were there.
Mordor was no place for them.
Before we set out across that hideous plain, I mean.
Before the spider, the Tower….
Gauze and fragile light.
Endless green reaching to the sky
shimmering grey wood beneath my feet
rocking, rocking, like the last lullaby
my mother ever sang....
Not dreams at all,
but whispers in my soul, telling me,