The Last of the Ringbearers
by Pippin's Sunshine
This idea came to me yesterday during my British
Lit. class. We are discussing Beowulf and my teacher mentioned that it
is a story full of people who are the last of their line and this one
tiny line from the Appendix came to my mind, "Then Sam, last of the
Ring bearers took the ship over the sea." (Or soemthing like that) This
is my version. Kleenex may be needed.
As Sam woke from yet another nap he did not mean take, he mused on
what this trip would be. The last of the ring bearers to cross the sea.
Of course, the mighty had left so long ago after the war. Elrond and
Galadriel, Gandalf and old Mr. Bilbo. Sam’s heart skipped a beat when
he thought of the last one who had boarded the ship that day, Mr.
At the time, none of it made sense to him, indeed little of it did even
now. The rings of power had been made in some ancient day and the ones
of the elves had had some virtue in them for when they left, the world
seemed to fade. As if the last good thing would never be seen again.
Then there was the whole affair with the war. It had been a mission to
Sam, to stick by Frodo until the very end. And only at the very end,
did Sam’s courage and resolve fail. But the task had been accomplished.
It made him sad and cheered his heart all at the same time when for the
first time in years he saw Frodo’s face plainly before him. It was of
the smile he had given Sam, Merry and Pippin after he had boarded the
ship. He had been pale and withdrawn after the war, but the moment he
turned around, Sam wondered that the color had already returned to his
Sam wondered what he had been doing before he nodded off to sleep.
He quietly noted that he was sitting at the old battered desk with the
Red Book in front of him. Of course, he was finishing up the last pages
so he could present it to Elanor.
Bag End seemed so quiet the last years with all of the children gone,
starting their own families. This year and the one previous had both
been very lonely, for his Mistress Rose had died of old age earlier the
year before. His heart had been ripped out when she became sick. Now he
knew what Frodo had meant, that he would heal and be one and whole for
many years. Many years indeed, far too many.
“I’m coming. I’m coming,” he whispered in the air. He had now felt the
calling of the sea for several years. He had promised Frodo he would
come. Indeed, it had been arranged by the Lady Galadriel for Sam too,
had been a ring bearer. As he stood up to stretch, he felt his joints
creaking and popping. Getting to the ship would be an adventure in
The next day, Sam made sure he had all of affairs in order and left Bag End for the last time…
A week later, he beheld the Havens for the second time. He saw
Cìrdan waiting by the prow of the ship for him. “Well, Master Samwise,
I see they were right. I have heard him calling to you over the sea.
That will indeed be a joyous reunion. It is a bit chilly, so I will
help you below decks, then we will be off.”
“Normally, I would agree. But I wish to feel the sea air and see my home for one last time.”
”As you wish, sir. I shall get you a blanket though. Here is a seat
for you.” Cìrdan pulled up a low bench for the hobbit to sit on near
the bow of the ship. He marveled at the creatures for he had seen few
in his long life. It was amazing to him that these creatures had had a
hand in the destruction of the greatest evil. They were much stronger
than they appeared. He quietly disappeared as he made the final
preparations before letting go the ropes.
Sam still hated boats, he always had. But, being on this ship with blue
and silver banners put him at ease. He knew it would only be a short
while now. He jumped a bit when the ship started its slow flow into the
sea, but quickly relaxed as the elf set a decent pace.
Several days later, Sam wondered if he had been dreaming. He
remembered Gandalf’s description of the Elvenhome and it was exactly
what Sam saw though he could not describe it that way.
As the ship cut through the sea, Sam looked down and thought the
water looked like the glass. The ship hardly made a wave. Then, the
silver mist rolled back, much like the waterfalls in Hennuth Annuin and
there Sam beheld the white shores. In the distance, Sam could just make
out rolling hills of green.
The ship landed on the sand and Sam was surprised to be greeted by
the Lady Galadriel and Lord Elrond. “Welcome, Samwise Gamgee, last of
the Ring bearers.”
Sam bowed low, but all the while his eyes were searching for the
small figure he knew should be here. Then he saw him, sitting in the
sand staring off into the East, the direction of home. Sam took his
leave and went to where the figure was. He looked the same, more
wrinkles, but less care and the same mischievous blue glint were in his
“Do you think it has taken you long enough to join me?” Frodo asked as he turned to face his old friend.
“I’ve done my best, sir. Mistress Rose passed on last year and everyone
left me. They came and visited, but I heard you calling in my dreams,
so I came.”
”Yes, you did. I am glad to be with you Samwise Gamgee, here at the beginnings of the land that we both loved.”
Sam smiled and hugged Frodo. He had heard something like that before.
Sam was sad when Frodo told him that Bilbo had died several years
before. For while, Valinor had a healing virtue for them, it still did
not make them immortal as the elves are.
Many of the elves wondered when what would have been several years
later; neither Sam nor Frodo was to be found anywhere. The sea had
taken them back home.