Eressea Is Where You Heal

by illyria-pffyffin

Frodo had left for The Blessed Realm hoping that he would be saved from the terrible hurt The Ring had left him. But once in Eressea, he found out that it was not to be.

3. A Letter to Sam 3

4th October, 1421 SR

Dear Sam,

We are busy being idle!  In the morning Gandalf comes over to have breakfast with Bilbo and me.  Two breakfasts, like we do in the Shire.  Elves come and go, sometimes having meals with us, sometimes just stopping for a small talk.  They seem to thrive on songs and tales alone, Sam!  Everyday some of them drop by and take us to a lovely spot near a lake or a circle within the forest and we have our elevenses and lunch out there in the open.

The Elves already taught us (well, me, mostly, because dear Bilbo, excited though he is about everything, is asleep most of the time) some songs and games.  They have also begged me to teach them a few of our jolly hobbit tunes!  Ah, would that you were here!  You will amuse the Elves better than I do, what with your troll song, your oliphaunt song, and I don't know what other songs you have stored in your head.  I have taught the Elves Bilbo's favourite bath song though, and that silly song I sang in Bree, the one with "the cow jumped over the moon".  Oh, you should see how tickled the Elves were to hear them, simple as they are.  Just this afternoon, when most of them departed from our home, I could hear them singing snatches of the songs and laughing among themselves.     

After the songs and games we usually go down to the creek and splash around, chasing each other.  Really, Sam, the Elves behave very much like young hobbit lads and lasses sometimes.  Well, except the very great and grave ones.  I do not think Lord Elrond or Lady Galadriel will consent to have picnics with Bilbo and me.   Afterward I take a very long nap, sometimes at home, or out in the open, under the sun.  Then we have tea, then more tales and songs until dinner time.  Then a walk with Gandalf and a varying number of Elves, down to the shores where we watched the stars emerge in the deep blue night sky.  Then we go home, just in time for supper.  Then more tales and one last song for Bilbo (who probably does not hear it, the poor dear), then the Elves bid us good night, and I go to bed.  I am not tired, but the time seems right for a deep, restful sleep, and so to bed I go. 

That sums up my days in Eressea so far.  I am a bit ashamed, Sam, of my idleness.  This is worse than Bag End, even then you and Rose pampered me like a baby (not that I complain about it, Sam).  But there really is no toil and hurry in Eressea, the Elves, maybe because they have all the time the world, go about everything leisurely.  And it is easier, much easier, to go along. 

Frodo Baggins