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Merry's POV
Well, its over, and he's gone. Some part of me does not wish to accept it, yet I know, he's gone. The reason it must be so hard for me, is because he's always been there, I don't remember life without him, except for a little while when he was away at Bagend, but never for good. It's hard to grasp, since he is even in my first memories. I remember him holding me, playing with me, telling me stories that he had heard from Bilbo, or had made up himself. Now, he's gone, and left an empty spot in my heart. I know he isn't dead, but I'll never see him again.
I know I shouldn't feel this way, especially since I have faced one of the scariest beings on the face of Arda, yet I feel... Well... afraid. Frodo was my hero, my guardian, and the one I knew to come and save me when I was young. I had nightmares when I was young, and he comforted me when my parents could not. He taught me not to be afraid of the water, to learn to swim, to face up to those that pushed me around. I thought of him when I faced the Nazgul, I thought of the courage he had given to me.
He told me before he left that he had no courage, that he was a coward. Oh, how I wished I could have told him, he had more courage then any I have ever met. His courage is what drove me to complete what I had to do, to protect Pip. I couldn't have done it without the courage he gave me. Without his memory following me through this horrid dark journey, I might not have managed to do what I did. I owe him more then he'll ever know. Middle Earth owes him more then can ever be repaid.
It hurts to know he's changed, and that he's gone. Before he left, I could tell he was afraid. Every other noise that was either too loud or too soft would startle him. He had nightmares, and would wake up screaming. When he was sick, he would hallucinate about orcs, and the Nazgul coming for him. I'll never be able to get his cries out of my mind, as long as I live. I don't remember how many times I cried in my heart but never showed it. How I wanted to give him back the courage he gave me then.
Of all of us, he changed the most. It's not his fault. What he did was beyond what even the bravest, most powerful Elf could do. It scared him deeply, that was the price he paid, so our world could survive. He is a hero to up to, and I will probably tell my children, and any who listen, the heroics of Frodo Baggins.
Hopefully he will find peace in the lands that he is traveling to, and that he knows our love goes with him, and that I shall always remember him as my hero.
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Merry's POV
Well, its over, and he's gone. Some part of me does not wish to accept it, yet I know, he's gone. The reason it must be so hard for me, is because he's always been there, I don't remember life without him, except for a little while when he was away at Bagend, but never for good. It's hard to grasp, since he is even in my first memories. I remember him holding me, playing with me, telling me stories that he had heard from Bilbo, or had made up himself. Now, he's gone, and left an empty spot in my heart. I know he isn't dead, but I'll never see him again.
I know I shouldn't feel this way, especially since I have faced one of the scariest beings on the face of Arda, yet I feel... Well... afraid. Frodo was my hero, my guardian, and the one I knew to come and save me when I was young. I had nightmares when I was young, and he comforted me when my parents could not. He taught me not to be afraid of the water, to learn to swim, to face up to those that pushed me around. I thought of him when I faced the Nazgul, I thought of the courage he had given to me.
He told me before he left that he had no courage, that he was a coward. Oh, how I wished I could have told him, he had more courage then any I have ever met. His courage is what drove me to complete what I had to do, to protect Pip. I couldn't have done it without the courage he gave me. Without his memory following me through this horrid dark journey, I might not have managed to do what I did. I owe him more then he'll ever know. Middle Earth owes him more then can ever be repaid.
It hurts to know he's changed, and that he's gone. Before he left, I could tell he was afraid. Every other noise that was either too loud or too soft would startle him. He had nightmares, and would wake up screaming. When he was sick, he would hallucinate about orcs, and the Nazgul coming for him. I'll never be able to get his cries out of my mind, as long as I live. I don't remember how many times I cried in my heart but never showed it. How I wanted to give him back the courage he gave me then.
Of all of us, he changed the most. It's not his fault. What he did was beyond what even the bravest, most powerful Elf could do. It scared him deeply, that was the price he paid, so our world could survive. He is a hero to up to, and I will probably tell my children, and any who listen, the heroics of Frodo Baggins.
Hopefully he will find peace in the lands that he is traveling to, and that he knows our love goes with him, and that I shall always remember him as my hero.