I was sad, off course, though I knew that she had not loved me.
I had always known that. The only person whom she had loved, was my father.
I hadn't loved her either. If she had loved me, well, maybe then, I had been able to love her too. But there was sympathy between us, and mutual support, but love, no. I had never been angry with her about that. It wasn't her fault. I am sure it wasn't her fault. She was consumed by her one, true love, and she was not able to love anything else. I had never blamed her. She was my mother, and for that, I was sad because of her death. But I had never, never loved her like a daughter loves her mother.
After her death, uncle Sam took me home with him. He and auntie Rose told me, that they would treat me as one of their own children, and that I didn't have to worry about anything, they would look after me.
And I smiled and nodded. I really loved them, and their children. By the time that I came to live with them, they had nine of them.
Elanor, Frodo, Rosie, Merry, Pippin, Goldilocks, Hamfast, Daisy, and the baby Primrose. Elanor was two months my senior, and my best friend.
I was really happy, living with uncle Sam, auntie Rose, and all the little Gamgees.
But I knew that I could not stay there.
The worries about my long lost father were growing bigger and bigger.
They almost filled my head by the day that I was fifteen.
Though I oppressed the Took-feeling in me, the part of me that wasn't frightened of adventures, I did know what I had to do.
I would go to Valinor.
I had always known that. The only person whom she had loved, was my father.
I hadn't loved her either. If she had loved me, well, maybe then, I had been able to love her too. But there was sympathy between us, and mutual support, but love, no. I had never been angry with her about that. It wasn't her fault. I am sure it wasn't her fault. She was consumed by her one, true love, and she was not able to love anything else. I had never blamed her. She was my mother, and for that, I was sad because of her death. But I had never, never loved her like a daughter loves her mother.
After her death, uncle Sam took me home with him. He and auntie Rose told me, that they would treat me as one of their own children, and that I didn't have to worry about anything, they would look after me.
And I smiled and nodded. I really loved them, and their children. By the time that I came to live with them, they had nine of them.
Elanor, Frodo, Rosie, Merry, Pippin, Goldilocks, Hamfast, Daisy, and the baby Primrose. Elanor was two months my senior, and my best friend.
I was really happy, living with uncle Sam, auntie Rose, and all the little Gamgees.
But I knew that I could not stay there.
The worries about my long lost father were growing bigger and bigger.
They almost filled my head by the day that I was fifteen.
Though I oppressed the Took-feeling in me, the part of me that wasn't frightened of adventures, I did know what I had to do.
I would go to Valinor.