The Last Goodbye
Quiet meadows of the Shire,
Golden leaves on forest floor.
They have returned from fire,
Glad to be at Bag End's door,
There and back again, a weary road,
The Quest completed, at long last.
Ring destroyed, Black Tower broke,
Pain at Weathertop, a memory past.
And yet, a restlessness persists,
A final parting they must face.
Tall ship, sailing, through grey mists,
From Middle Earth, vanished, without trace.