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.