Stabbing Eastward
I never knew my heart could crack and bleed before leaving the Shire. I fear it shall never be whole again. The Mouth of Sauron has shown us proof, proof that my cousin Frodo and Sam have failed in their part to save Middle Earth. And yet for some strange reason their failure to complete the task means little to me at this moment. The fact that they are most likely dead, murdered, blackens my very soul. For once I am angered beyond my fear. My hatred and need for vengeance overtakes me. I alone, a Halfling from the Shire, would smite every last one of Sauron's supporters. Yea though I met with Sauron himself, lidless eye or no, I would kill him.
My heart feels the bitter and the sweet that my cousin Merry is not here with me now. The ache is there at the horrible loss that has been shown to us and that is soon to come. Merry alone could comfort me. For sorrow shared is sorrow divided. And yet I feel the sweetness too. Merry is safe in the White City away from the dangerous impending battle.
This may very well be the last battle in the War, but if we fail here Merry will no longer be safe in the White City, nor anywhere else, not even back in the Shire. I finally understand the cost that these men have paid to keep the Shire protected all these years from the ever-encroaching darkness. I swell with pride and gratefulness. No one will ever say that I didn't do my part here today to stop it. If it takes my life so be it. Boromir gave his life to save Merry's and mine. I am alive today perhaps to spare someone else's life here at the battle to end all battles. There is no greater honor than to lay down one's life for another.
It has begun. I draw my sword just as I draw my thoughts away from the West, from Merry, from my best friend. It saddens me to no end that I never told him how much I care for him. I hope he knows how much I love him. He has been my most loyal and constant companion, the one who lightens my heart. There is no time for this. I can only hope that someone survives here today to tell him my story-that I fought and died bravely. I can only hope that Merry will somehow survive and live to see better days than this.
"For the Shire!" I shout above the clashing of the steel and the whizzing of the arrows.
I never knew my heart could crack and bleed before leaving the Shire. I fear it shall never be whole again. The Mouth of Sauron has shown us proof, proof that my cousin Frodo and Sam have failed in their part to save Middle Earth. And yet for some strange reason their failure to complete the task means little to me at this moment. The fact that they are most likely dead, murdered, blackens my very soul. For once I am angered beyond my fear. My hatred and need for vengeance overtakes me. I alone, a Halfling from the Shire, would smite every last one of Sauron's supporters. Yea though I met with Sauron himself, lidless eye or no, I would kill him.
My heart feels the bitter and the sweet that my cousin Merry is not here with me now. The ache is there at the horrible loss that has been shown to us and that is soon to come. Merry alone could comfort me. For sorrow shared is sorrow divided. And yet I feel the sweetness too. Merry is safe in the White City away from the dangerous impending battle.
This may very well be the last battle in the War, but if we fail here Merry will no longer be safe in the White City, nor anywhere else, not even back in the Shire. I finally understand the cost that these men have paid to keep the Shire protected all these years from the ever-encroaching darkness. I swell with pride and gratefulness. No one will ever say that I didn't do my part here today to stop it. If it takes my life so be it. Boromir gave his life to save Merry's and mine. I am alive today perhaps to spare someone else's life here at the battle to end all battles. There is no greater honor than to lay down one's life for another.
It has begun. I draw my sword just as I draw my thoughts away from the West, from Merry, from my best friend. It saddens me to no end that I never told him how much I care for him. I hope he knows how much I love him. He has been my most loyal and constant companion, the one who lightens my heart. There is no time for this. I can only hope that someone survives here today to tell him my story-that I fought and died bravely. I can only hope that Merry will somehow survive and live to see better days than this.
"For the Shire!" I shout above the clashing of the steel and the whizzing of the arrows.