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 Ea

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!"