Hey everyone, I just got done re-reading The Return of the King, and I had some Enya playing in the background and all the sudden this popped into my head.
It's basically about Frodo's thoughts as he leaves Middle Earth forever, so I hope you all enjoy.
oh and please...review.
Author Note: I posted this waaaay back when but took it off when I thought I was not coming back. I'm back so here it is again.
Frodo stood watching Middle Earth get smaller and smaller. His home falling further and further away from him. All he knew and loved was being left behind as he moved on. A single tear rolled down his cheek as he tried hard not to cry.
Never again would he set eyes on Middle Earth.
Never again would he walk the shire on a warm summer's night.
A single light was all that he could see. He wished the ring had never come to him. Why did it have to happen to him? Why did it get found during his lifetime?
The ring stole his childhood, it stole something that he could never gain back. His youth was far gone, even in the undying lands he would never feel right again. All his memories were fogged with a gray mist that would never leave.
Never again would he sit under his favorite apple tree while laughing at Pippin's jokes.
Never again would his life be carefree or happy.
He feared for the fate of Middle Earth. How could Middle Earth move on when so much hate had entered the world, how could people continue.
Frodo knew that Middle Earth was about to drastically change. It lost so much magic from the passing of the elves. And soon, somehow, Frodo knew that the dwarves, Wizards, and Ents would too disappear. Leaving the land wounded and calling for her people to come back to her.
More tears rolled down his cheeks. Middle Earth was no longer in sight, it was gone forever.
Never again would he see Sam's cheerful face, or sing songs with Merry.
Never again would he look upon Aragorn, the proud and noble King.
Never again would he be home.
It's basically about Frodo's thoughts as he leaves Middle Earth forever, so I hope you all enjoy.
oh and please...review.
Author Note: I posted this waaaay back when but took it off when I thought I was not coming back. I'm back so here it is again.
Frodo stood watching Middle Earth get smaller and smaller. His home falling further and further away from him. All he knew and loved was being left behind as he moved on. A single tear rolled down his cheek as he tried hard not to cry.
Never again would he set eyes on Middle Earth.
Never again would he walk the shire on a warm summer's night.
A single light was all that he could see. He wished the ring had never come to him. Why did it have to happen to him? Why did it get found during his lifetime?
The ring stole his childhood, it stole something that he could never gain back. His youth was far gone, even in the undying lands he would never feel right again. All his memories were fogged with a gray mist that would never leave.
Never again would he sit under his favorite apple tree while laughing at Pippin's jokes.
Never again would his life be carefree or happy.
He feared for the fate of Middle Earth. How could Middle Earth move on when so much hate had entered the world, how could people continue.
Frodo knew that Middle Earth was about to drastically change. It lost so much magic from the passing of the elves. And soon, somehow, Frodo knew that the dwarves, Wizards, and Ents would too disappear. Leaving the land wounded and calling for her people to come back to her.
More tears rolled down his cheeks. Middle Earth was no longer in sight, it was gone forever.
Never again would he see Sam's cheerful face, or sing songs with Merry.
Never again would he look upon Aragorn, the proud and noble King.
Never again would he be home.