The
air of the grey sea brought a feint song that filled the ears of three
travellers as they stood on the shored of Middle Earth. They could make out the
voice of Frodo-His final farewell to all that he knew.
"My
beloved Shire so fair and green I can no longer bear to look at thee
Shadows
of evil shroud my eyes
The
cold memories pierce my heart
Where
shall I find peace?
My
dear Samwise, Meriadoc, and Peregrin
You
all have so much to do and to be
I
am broken in mind and spirit
Wounded
and weary of Middle Earth
Where
shall I find rest?
The
murmur of the sea fills my heart
Thoughts
of Valinor enter my mind
To
there is a place where I can heal
Farewell
my beloved hobbit friends
My
tale in Middle Earth comes to an end
Farewell
my blessed Shire
Green
are your fertile hills
From
the White Downs to the river Brandywine
You
shall be there in my heart as long as I live
I
go now to rest in the Uttermost West."
Later
as the three travellers turned to return to their homes, one of them halted and
looked back to the shadows on the sea. "Rest well, Mr. Frodo," he
said as tears streamed down his face, "rest well til we meet again,
master!"