Disclaimer: I am making no claims on these characters. The writings of
J.R.R. Tolkien and the films of Peter Jackson have inspired me to write
this small story, which takes place in the final days of The Return of the
King.
I hope you enjoy it, and I always welcome feedback on my stories.
Serena
"And All Will Turn to Silver Glass . . . "
I look around the study. Everything is almost exactly as it was when Bilbo left the Shire those many years ago. Although he left me Bag End, it's never wholly felt like my own. Nothing in the Shire has since our return nearly four years ago. But then, it wasn't meant to be for me after all is said and done. I know that now.
I absently run my hand over the cover of the Red Book. It is nearly complete, lacking only a few, final pages. It, along with all that is held in Bag End, shall go to Sam, though he does not know it yet.
If he knew of my plans, I know he would try to stop me. A small smile steals across my face. "Dear Sam," I say softly to myself. "The coming weeks shall be hard for you and for Merry and for Pippin. But I know you so well. It will be the hardest for you, to be parted from my side after all we endured together, but you must stay. You have Rose now who needs you, and of course, there's little Elanor to think of now. And there shall be more younglings to follow, more than I can see."
"The halls of Bag End will ring once more with the sounds of love and laughter, and that's as should be. This hole has been the refuge of stodgy bachelors for far too long. It is time for your family to bring it back to life, Sam. You have so much love to give, and I have been so blessed to be the recipient of a small portion of it. I cannot be greedy any longer."
As I finish walking through the corridors of Bag End, committing the sight of this beloved place to memory, I notice the sun beginning to rise over the Shire. Dawn is breaking once more, and the others shall soon be arriving for one last journey. I have not packed any gear this time. I will go only with the garb I wear and the Red Book in hand. It will be my gift to Sam before I depart. One final gift between friends.
To be continued . . .
I hope you enjoy it, and I always welcome feedback on my stories.
Serena
"And All Will Turn to Silver Glass . . . "
I look around the study. Everything is almost exactly as it was when Bilbo left the Shire those many years ago. Although he left me Bag End, it's never wholly felt like my own. Nothing in the Shire has since our return nearly four years ago. But then, it wasn't meant to be for me after all is said and done. I know that now.
I absently run my hand over the cover of the Red Book. It is nearly complete, lacking only a few, final pages. It, along with all that is held in Bag End, shall go to Sam, though he does not know it yet.
If he knew of my plans, I know he would try to stop me. A small smile steals across my face. "Dear Sam," I say softly to myself. "The coming weeks shall be hard for you and for Merry and for Pippin. But I know you so well. It will be the hardest for you, to be parted from my side after all we endured together, but you must stay. You have Rose now who needs you, and of course, there's little Elanor to think of now. And there shall be more younglings to follow, more than I can see."
"The halls of Bag End will ring once more with the sounds of love and laughter, and that's as should be. This hole has been the refuge of stodgy bachelors for far too long. It is time for your family to bring it back to life, Sam. You have so much love to give, and I have been so blessed to be the recipient of a small portion of it. I cannot be greedy any longer."
As I finish walking through the corridors of Bag End, committing the sight of this beloved place to memory, I notice the sun beginning to rise over the Shire. Dawn is breaking once more, and the others shall soon be arriving for one last journey. I have not packed any gear this time. I will go only with the garb I wear and the Red Book in hand. It will be my gift to Sam before I depart. One final gift between friends.
To be continued . . .