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Dedicated to everyone who help meYou who read this
And the one who appreciate this story
Also Dedicated to everyone who died on war
And Master J.R.R Tolkien
Undedicated to Marysue Authors
A.N Hi, readers ! I'm a newbie in FanFiction.Net. I hope you other authors as my seniors will give me comments about this fanfiction. Okay, this is only a short
Story, the real part of the fic is the poem. Anyway, please read & review!
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I am already tiredMy hands are weary
And my hair is grey
But I still hold on to a hope that never fadesElrond looked out the window, as the sun sets, he released a sigh and then looked at the Hero's grave. He then looked back at the sunset again, he remembered everyone that had died. First Sam, then Arwen, and then Frodo. Now in his old days the only ones comforting him were his wife, Celebrian, Gandalf, and Glorfindel. But he felt lonely still. Sometimes when he remembered it, he felt that he was going to cry, but he thought he shouldn't. As he sighed, his wife, Celebrian came to the room. She was sad too when she heard that Arwen couldn't come to Valinor, and of Frodo and Sam's death. Celebrian walked closer to Elrond and then placed her hand on his shoulder. She said ;
"I know that you're still sad, Elrond. But you shouldn't oblige yourself," She said, trying to comfort her husband.
"I know Celebrian, I know." He said as he released another sigh again.
Elrond knew that he shouldn't be that sad. But, the dearest memory he had was when he could help someone before that man died.
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"I'm sorry, sir, I am the best healer. But, his illness is because of sadness. So, there's nothing I can do." Said the healer. He was the best healer in Valinor and Eressea, but Frodo's Illness cannot be healed by a healer. First, he only had a fever, but after a long time, he started to faint and have very much nightmare. Everyday he gets weaker and weaker. Now he was barely alive.
"Master Frodo said that he wanted you to do something for him. He said that he wanted to talk to you too." He said again to Elrond. Elrond understood that, for a short time he is going to be dead. So he entered the room where Frodo lies in his grave illness. Frodo was different. His hair was white and his face was full of wrinkles. He looks so old, so weak and yet, so sorrowful. His eyes were full of expretion and experience. When he saw Elrond, he gave up all of his strength to make a smile towards Elrond.
"Oh, Elrond, please sit down." He said while pointing at a seat beside his bed.
"Yes, thank you. I heard from the healer that you wanted me to do something for you. And you wanted to talk to me too." Elrond said, trying his best not to make Frodo think that the healer couldn't heal him, and that he 's going to die.
"Yes, but first. I wanted to talk to you first." Frodo said.
Automatically, Elrond drew closer to him.
" I think that I'm already old and I don't have an heir so, I can't make a last letter. So I decided to make a poem. But, my hands are too weak to write. So, I want you to write it for me. The paper and the pen are right there in the table. " Frodo said while pointing at the table, right beside him.
Elrond took the paper and the pen and then looked at Frodo once more. Frodo looked at Elrond back and then he smiled at Elrond again. And then Frodo took a relaxing position, and at last, he started to chant softly :
To End This Story…
I walk a road
Of happiness and sorrow
And all that I can see
Is a confusing alley
I walk a story
Of beasts, wickedness, heroes
And mystifying words
Sometimes I do not want to know the ending
Because I think there is nothing in the end
I stand alone in a place
Full of darkness, evil, and hatred
And I do not know
That there is still hope in this place
Sometimes this story can be painful
But it could be something I can hold on to
I always think of
why I am here
In a story of heroes
When I do not even know how
To end a story…
I do not want to know the ending
Because it is too sad
I do not know the beginning
Because in the early days
I did not want to know
No friend was there to help me
No maps to take me home
No leader is there to guide me or
To end this story…
But I have a hope in this world to help me go on
And to end this story…
But the story is not finished yet
Although my hands are weary
And my hairs are grey
But I still hold on to the hope
That helps me make this story go on
So I will not fear nor worry
Although it is not finished
So I will lie in my bed
And sleep eternally in peace
Because now I know that to let go is a part ;
To end this story…
Frodo looked at Elrond with a weak smile and then he said "Good Bye, Elrond…." He said and then he closed his eyes and then at last, he sleeps eternally in peace, just like what he said in his poem.
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Elrond looked outside again and then he stand up from his seat, he turned swiftly and then said to his wife, "Sam and Frodo are dead, but their memories are still kept inside everybody's heart. That makes them sleep in peace."
Celebrian smiled at Elrond, she said "And, that is well. I will be in my room if you need Me.", She said and then she turned swiftly and then left the room.
After Celebrian left the room. Elrond looked at a wooden box with a flower carving. He walks toward the box and then open it. Inside was a piece of paper with a poem on it with the title "To End This Story…" Elrond smiled, he knows that Frodo is sleeping peacefully now. He was a hobbit in the past, but a huge hero in the future. Now he had finished his story. That makes his hand and his mind tired. And now he rests peacefully, eternally forever.
My story is now finished
So I will lie in my bed
And sleep in peace
Until the end of days
***~The End~***
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A.N How was it ? Excellent, perfect, flawless, medium, bad, very bad, or worst ? Okay I know I'm an amateur but, If you wanted to flame me (about my
grammar, the poem or stuff) please don't flame me too hard. Anyway, please Review!
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PPPPPPPP.S Anyone who is reading this, I recommend you to read the following fics;
-I'll Be Waiting(FF8)
-Oh! Glomia(LotR)
-In Dreams(LotR)
-Melodies of Death(FF9)
-Somewhere In Between(FF8)
These are good fics !
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