Lament of Frodo

By Starfish of the Elves

Disclaimer: Tolkien owns all.

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It was not just my body that was wounded and will never heal.

Perhaps all will be well again in the Undying Lands.

But, like dear Sam, I will be torn in two. I'd love to stay in the Shire. Throughout the Quest, that's why I kept walking. For my home. And now I will never return to it. Or to my friends. I will miss them as well.

Merry and Pippin. They will never leave their beloved Shire. The pair has come so far from the two young hobbits that followed Sam and I to the two well-thought-of hobbit-folk they are now.

 Sam. Dear Sam, my loyal friend. He saved me so many times, both my life and my spirit. I couldn't have done it without my Sam. He too carried the Ring, only physically for a short while, but mentally as much as he could.

But he has a family now, and he will stay with them in free Middle Earth.

Free Middle Earth. Did I free it?

I know not, but what does it matter? I won't be there to live in it.

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