April 19
So it was light, it seemed dark. Was this the same Shire he had known? Yes, but he saw it through different eyes.
They had changed, too. Merry, Pippin, and Sam.
She wouldn't have changed. Nothing ever would change her now. He remembered her, but so slightly. Memories brouht pain, like a dull knife and she was fading in his mind. Did he care?
So it was light, it seemed dark.
Her face seemed to clear in his mind and she smiled at him. He tried to reach out towards her but his fingers slipped through the air, but she was still there.
"Frodo?"
It was her, but he knew she was gone.
"I promise not to forget you...." he started. She was fading.
"These memories will bring you nothing and yet you cling to them in the darkness of your grim world. Perhaps you should forget." She turned away.
"I will not forget you!"
But she was gone. Hot tears stung his eyes.
"I will not forget!"
So it was light, it seemed dark.
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Seven aprils passed and another had dawned. A hobbit sat in the warm rays of the setting sun. The desk in front of him was a blank book. He chewed the end of the quill then began like this........
March 21
The Shire. It came into view,
but it was not the peaceful Shire once
known to the halflings......
