Authors Note: This is the final chapter, a sort of note at the end to show
how things end up for Daisy. I don't know how you're all going to react to
this, but in my fics I try to be slightly realistic, and I am very aware
that things in life don't always have happy endings. I hope this satisfies,
and ends the story on a suitable note.
Also, I will probably be revising this story in a big way (spelling, plot,
tenses etc) some time next month. I do this with all my fics, so any
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honest, I'm not happy with a lot of aspects of this fic, so I will try to
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Epilogue
"Time will heal all."
I remembered what he had said, and fiercely clung onto his words. I knew that he was right. At first I didn't ever think that I would be happy again. I couldn't think of what life would be like without him, and I despaired. The first time he went away I had hope, but this time I thought that there was none. I knew that I would never see him again. Sadness engulfed me; I did not leave the house until two weeks after he left. Sam came back alone, and the day after he returned I made my way up to Bag End to see him. It seemed strangely empty without Frodo. Sam seemed subdued, but not as sad as I was. More calm, more contented.
"He went off with Bilbo and Gandalf, and the Elves," he told me. We were sitting at the kitchen table with Rosie cradling Elanor in the rocking chair.
"Do you think he will be happy?" I asked.
"I should think so. He went off in such a beautiful boat, all white and sort of glowing. If it's good enough for the Elves then Mister Frodo should be happy there."
Then he looked me in the eye. "And how are you?" I knew he could tell I wasn't right, he knew me too well.
"It's getting better," I replied, sighing without meaning to.
He looked at me doubtfully.
"It's been hard," I said finally, giving into his stare. "I miss him so much."
Sam patted my hand sympathetically. "You mustn't give up hope." Then he looked at me, and his eyes were solemn yet wise and deep. Again I noticed the change in my dear brother. "You mustn't give up hope, not even when there is none to be found. One thing I have learnt is that even when things seem to be at their darkest, a chink of light can still come through. If all you have is hope, you must cling on."
I nodded. "I'll try and think like that, and I know that you're right." I sighed again, "But I do miss him."
"It will get easier. Just give it time."
I smiled, something that I hadn't done in a long while. "Frodo said that once."
And so time went on, and things did get better. There were bad times, when I wept into my pillow and couldn't face the day. I cursed myself for making mistakes, for being shy and foolish, for wasting so much time ignoring him when we could have been together. I hated myself then, and I pursed my lips and turned my head to the wall, shutting myself away for hours. But eventually my ma would come in with a bowl of soup and her no-nonsense attitude, and I would have to pull myself together. The good times came more frequently as the years went on. I went out again, I began to do my mending, and slowly things went back to normal. Well, as normal as could be expected. Not a day went by that I didn't think of Frodo. I learnt to cope with it though. And one day I met someone else. It began when I brought food to his smial, and he brought me material and wool in return. His wife had died a few years back, and we offered each other support. He understood my feelings, and I understood his. I liked spending time with him and slowly I found myself believing that I maybe could love again after all. Simply being wanted, being needed by someone again made me feel well, though I found it difficult at first though. I hated the thought of betraying Frodo, I wondered where he was and what he was doing and if he was truly happy about me finding another husband.
"Time will heal all."
We married four years after Frodo left. At first I wasn't sure if it was what I wanted. I cried before I left home, I cried for all that I had lost, as I crouched in my little bedroom in Bagshot Row. But then May, practical as ever, wiped my face with a handkerchief and spoke firm and comforting words to me. I knew she was right. I pulled on my gown and she tidied my hair. The day turned out to be perfect. Both happy and sad, if that is possible. I saw Sam looking at me with damp eyes. Maybe he knew how I felt.
We live together, in a little hobbit hole in Bywater. I have begun a new life, a new chapter, but I will never forget past times. They are a part of me, like Frodo the memory of Frodo is.
"Mustn't dwell," Sam told me firmly one day. It was the 22nd of September. I felt funny as soon as I woke up. I left the household duties and went off for a walk, unsure of where I was going. I ended up at Bag End. Sam looked at my face and knew at once why I had come. He took me into the study and poured me a mug of warm cider. We talked and laughed together, he told me of their adventures and I fondly recalled memories of the times we had spent together.
I put my hand on my stomach gently. We visited the healers yesterday, she told me I was with a child. I smiled, and mused gently to myself as I stood in the kitchen. I realised for the first time how contented I felt. Warm, comfortable and satisfied with my life. Maybe it's not the path I would have chosen for myself, but that is a choice I never fully had.
I knew Frodo would be.
The End
Epilogue
"Time will heal all."
I remembered what he had said, and fiercely clung onto his words. I knew that he was right. At first I didn't ever think that I would be happy again. I couldn't think of what life would be like without him, and I despaired. The first time he went away I had hope, but this time I thought that there was none. I knew that I would never see him again. Sadness engulfed me; I did not leave the house until two weeks after he left. Sam came back alone, and the day after he returned I made my way up to Bag End to see him. It seemed strangely empty without Frodo. Sam seemed subdued, but not as sad as I was. More calm, more contented.
"He went off with Bilbo and Gandalf, and the Elves," he told me. We were sitting at the kitchen table with Rosie cradling Elanor in the rocking chair.
"Do you think he will be happy?" I asked.
"I should think so. He went off in such a beautiful boat, all white and sort of glowing. If it's good enough for the Elves then Mister Frodo should be happy there."
Then he looked me in the eye. "And how are you?" I knew he could tell I wasn't right, he knew me too well.
"It's getting better," I replied, sighing without meaning to.
He looked at me doubtfully.
"It's been hard," I said finally, giving into his stare. "I miss him so much."
Sam patted my hand sympathetically. "You mustn't give up hope." Then he looked at me, and his eyes were solemn yet wise and deep. Again I noticed the change in my dear brother. "You mustn't give up hope, not even when there is none to be found. One thing I have learnt is that even when things seem to be at their darkest, a chink of light can still come through. If all you have is hope, you must cling on."
I nodded. "I'll try and think like that, and I know that you're right." I sighed again, "But I do miss him."
"It will get easier. Just give it time."
I smiled, something that I hadn't done in a long while. "Frodo said that once."
And so time went on, and things did get better. There were bad times, when I wept into my pillow and couldn't face the day. I cursed myself for making mistakes, for being shy and foolish, for wasting so much time ignoring him when we could have been together. I hated myself then, and I pursed my lips and turned my head to the wall, shutting myself away for hours. But eventually my ma would come in with a bowl of soup and her no-nonsense attitude, and I would have to pull myself together. The good times came more frequently as the years went on. I went out again, I began to do my mending, and slowly things went back to normal. Well, as normal as could be expected. Not a day went by that I didn't think of Frodo. I learnt to cope with it though. And one day I met someone else. It began when I brought food to his smial, and he brought me material and wool in return. His wife had died a few years back, and we offered each other support. He understood my feelings, and I understood his. I liked spending time with him and slowly I found myself believing that I maybe could love again after all. Simply being wanted, being needed by someone again made me feel well, though I found it difficult at first though. I hated the thought of betraying Frodo, I wondered where he was and what he was doing and if he was truly happy about me finding another husband.
"Time will heal all."
We married four years after Frodo left. At first I wasn't sure if it was what I wanted. I cried before I left home, I cried for all that I had lost, as I crouched in my little bedroom in Bagshot Row. But then May, practical as ever, wiped my face with a handkerchief and spoke firm and comforting words to me. I knew she was right. I pulled on my gown and she tidied my hair. The day turned out to be perfect. Both happy and sad, if that is possible. I saw Sam looking at me with damp eyes. Maybe he knew how I felt.
We live together, in a little hobbit hole in Bywater. I have begun a new life, a new chapter, but I will never forget past times. They are a part of me, like Frodo the memory of Frodo is.
"Mustn't dwell," Sam told me firmly one day. It was the 22nd of September. I felt funny as soon as I woke up. I left the household duties and went off for a walk, unsure of where I was going. I ended up at Bag End. Sam looked at my face and knew at once why I had come. He took me into the study and poured me a mug of warm cider. We talked and laughed together, he told me of their adventures and I fondly recalled memories of the times we had spent together.
I put my hand on my stomach gently. We visited the healers yesterday, she told me I was with a child. I smiled, and mused gently to myself as I stood in the kitchen. I realised for the first time how contented I felt. Warm, comfortable and satisfied with my life. Maybe it's not the path I would have chosen for myself, but that is a choice I never fully had.
I knew Frodo would be.
The End