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.

11. A Letter to Sam 11

11th February, 1423 SR

Dear Sam,

Bilbo's death was very hard to bear.  Not only for me, but I think for the whole  of Eressea as well.  Death is completely unknown here, something the Elves do not understand.  They were stricken with the grief and sense of loss.  Even the wind seems to blow softer these days, and the sun seems veiled. The Elves made laments for Bilbo, but I told Gandalf I wanted to hear none of it.  Not right now.  I wish to mourn him in my own private way. 

I wish to remember his voice, his laughter, his songs.  I wish to look back on the first days we spent together in Bag End, the trips we had, the parties we held, the talks by the fire in the kitchen.  I must admit that the memories are painful because they were so sweet, and fair, and are mine alone now, no longer ours. 

And that is why, Sam, this is going to be my last letter to you.  Losing Bilbo had meant, more than anything, losing the Shire.  I think I cannot bear writing to you anymore, Sam, and imagining that you are still within reach and able to come to share this anguish.  Every time I write to you, I will remember the distance that spans between us, I will remember that there is no other hobbit in Eressea but me.  And it is a heavy and lonely thought, Sam, I cannot bear it.       

Farewell, my dear Sam.  Until we meet again.

Frodo Baggins