Still Round the Corner

by Queen of Gondor



How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart, you begin to understand, there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep…that have taken hold.

I know truly, that in my heart, I would be doing a great pain if I was to stay here, in Middle Earth. It was saved for everyone, but me. I was the ring bearer. I went through too much anguish, pain, during that time. If I could have one wish, it would be that there had been no ring. Yet, would I have made such friends as I have? Would I have ever left the Shire? No. I do not think so. I would have wanted an adventure, but I know that it would not have been something that would make me feel that I had to go on, the ring did. I knew in my heart, the deepest surface, that I would have to go on, and that is why I must. I must now continue my journey, for the ring is gone, but my journey is not yet over. I would have my friends be with me till my last breath, but it will not happen. I would see those distant lands, Lorien, Rivendell, Gondor…again, but that will not happen either. I feel weary, I always will have scars to remind me of those parts of my journey. They will never heal. They are too deep, too evil.

I have been honored for my task, but no one will truly know what happened during all those months, save one. Sam, my dear Sam. I know you will read this, and you must. You have so much to enjoy and to be, and to do. Your part in this story will go on. I am no longer part of your tale, I was merely a handful of water to pour onto the seed, and I have watched you grow. I know you will feel this the worst. But you will have to understand, only you know.

The ring took my heart, it ate away at it, till it was nothing but dust blowing in the wind. I would send forth my soul to a place where I could rest, could heal. For here, I could never heal. I could only watch those who I love continue on, for they did not have my burden, they were not as touched by the ring as me. They all had burdens, and I always will feel that it was my fault. I feel blessed to have such friends. I now, will lay down my pen, and look into the forthcoming horizon. I will hear the sea birds call. I will see great waters with sunshine upon them.

I remember Pippin telling me once of what Gandalf had told him when they were in Minas Tirith: No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it. White shores, and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise.

I never thought that that would be what death would look like. But I do not think it is death, I see it as another path, just as Gandalf does. I will miss this place very much, but not nearly as much as…

“'There and Back again, a Hobbit's Tale by Bilbo Baggins'…and 'The Lord of the Rings by Frodo Baggins.' You finished it.” Sam walked in and said.

“Not quite. There's room for a little more.” Frodo smiled softly up at his friend. Sam walked out of the room, smiling. Frodo smiled.

Not nearly as much as you, Sam.

Frodo closed the book. He had finished his part in the tale of the world. There was more room left.