Even when all hope seems lost, the dimmest lights can shine the brightest, Though pain be deep, and grief dwell long, the bands of friendship hold the tightest, Inside the heart... of those who love, the burden of fear will lie the lightest, And if there is peace within a soul, the soul will never die.
Gandalf: Song of the White Tree

Chapter Ten. The Long journey Home

Conclusion

...The battle ground was silent; Faramir knelt at Aragorn's side. The rest of the fellowship stood close, Gandalf was once again murmuring a healing charm over Merry's hand. All gave a small cry as The king stirred, his breaths came deep and full, his eyes fluttered. "Common strider... wake up, please wake..." The eyes opened, regarding the group in silence until he saw all were present. "...Is everyone... alright?" the fellowship let forth a joyous cry, the hobbits trying to talk all at once while Gimli tried to be heard over all of them. Faramir bowed his head in relief, and Gandalf smiled. Aragorn fealt Legolas take one of his handsin his, "Cormamin lindua ele lle." Aragorn smiled, "Nae
saian luume'"
Eventually Aragorn looked over Faramirs shoulder, and his eyes grew wide with shock. "...Boromir?" in a flash he stood whole before them, his eyes calm, and then he was gone. Leaving all to stare where they had seen him, hearts full... Faramir shook his head, "He was with us... I felt him..." Gandalf shook his head, "No Faramir, he was with you. He still is, did I not tell you?" Frodo shook his head, "If there is light within a soul..." Sam nodded, stunned. "The soul will never die!" Gandalf nodded, a smile on his lips. "Perhaps now, with all of us able to say goodbye, he will depart for his just reward. Come, the eagles wait, and it is a long journey home."

The Windlord lowered his head, enjoying the cool air that blew through Mordor, such a breeze had not been here for many years... "We leave shortly my friend; one last thing must be done." The great eagle nodded. "We wait wizard, the winds blow fair here now." Gandalf took the nine rings, each shone dully, for half its being had now passed away. Silently, the wizard stood on the former mountain of fire, now it was smoldering in silence, rumblings faded away. The fellowship watched the bands vanish deep into the crater, plunging into the lava cooling bellow. "...There, it is done now." A sigh of relief, the rest of the fellowship moved into the eagles arms. For a moment Aragorn gazed into the pit, thinking of what had been... of what could have been. He couldn't remember their faces... "Aragorn, we need to depart." Gandalf's eyes shone with silent understanding, a gentle hand lead him away. "It seems hard now, but you will soon be as you were before, lo, your appearance has returned to as it was." Faramir turned back, watching Aragorn as he went to the eagles. He hurts now, but he will be healed, we shall all be healed.

There was rejoicing as the fellowship landed in the citadel, Arwen ran forward and drew Aragorn deep into her arms. The king heald her to him fiercely, tears unshed in his eyes. "Amin mela lle Aragorn...Amin mela lle," the two held each other close, unwilling to break apart. "Amin mela lle Arwen...A'maelamin" the city cheered as their monarchs vanished inside, and
Gimli chuckled, "Mark me by this! Soon enough we will return here to
celebrate another victory!" Legolas laughed, then turned, in his ears sounded the cry of the gulls, calling to the sea. "Yes... perhaps we will..."
Frodo gazed in silence, the tree shone pure once more, the blossoms
sweetening the air. "Oh Sam... isn't it grand?" The other hobbit smiled, "That it is Mr. Frodo, that it is... now you will have some more to add to Bilbo's old book!" Frodo nodded, "Yes, a lot more."

When the sun finally set its last upon the City of Gondor, and
night fell over the land in sweet silence, it seemed that the stars themselves watched. Now was a time of peace that was destined to last. The shadow of Mordor had passed away, and evil seemed forgotten. From high on the mountain over Minas Tirith, nine figures watched in silence, then faded away with a gust of wind that whispered a phantom cry... And from the stables
the black charger of the Nazgul galloped forth, and vanished across the Pelennor Fields... never to be seen again. But a legend lingered, retold long years after that night, that the black steed had gone to its fallen master.
Somewhere deep... deep and hidden within Mordors mountainous walls.

But that's, another story.

Dark souls of ancient memory cry, in falling voice they sing...
...The sword will not be broken...
The crownless, now are king.

Elven Translations:

Cormamin lindua ele lle: My heart sings to see thee
Nae saian luume': it has been to long
Amin mela lle: I love you
A'maelamin: my beloved


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