This is one of those things that was born out a 'moment', and I thought I'd share it with you.


The last remnants of the magic of elves surrounds me, protecting me, calming me…but it does no good.

I can hear the pounding of my heart in my breast and taste the salt of my tears on my lips.

My hands are cold…too cold and I cannot help but feel sadness that in my last moments those whom I love are not with me.

I am alone.

Yet as my body grows weary and I sink into the cushions of my bed there is a warmth that cradles me, reassuring and gentle.

Here ends my journey, I have lived through time with all that I have ever wanted and have loved with more conviction that I had ever thought possible.

I cannot help as a smile crosses my lips and in my mind I see those who wait for me, and I leave these lands of Middle Earth at peace.