From Frodo
by Queen of Gondor
From Frodo; a small journal entry
Sometimes I sit and wonder if it really happened, if I really traveled
away from my home. But I know only too well of the horror, danger and
death that I saw. If I sit back and close my eyes long enough, I can
remember it all so clearly, the smell of Mordor, the lack of food and
water, and the feeling of no family and no real true heart around me.
For all of those around me, and they were only Sam, and Gollum, they
were depressed, and hurt. I forgot the feeling of a warm breeze against
my skin, the taste of, real food, and warmth, I forgot warmth. I only
knew then of what was, and could happen to me, and I nearly chose the
path of what ‘could’. Ever since those last moments inside of the
mountain, I have been, in a way, ashamed of myself, for what I was
about to do. Tears well up in my eyes so often when I think about my
‘adventure’. For me, and my friends, it was a journey of self
discovery, to find out what we could do, find out what big things we
could take part in, away from home. I only wish now that I was not to
feel this way for my whole life. I did learn things though. To trust
people, don’t take things for granted, and to hold everything, dear to
you, close to your heart at all times, for it all could be lost in a
second. Saying goodbye to new friends was hard, but saying goodbye to
old friends, is, and will be, even harder. This is where my journey
ends, in my home, where it all began.
