At Last

by Oh Mina Obscener

This is a poem of Elanor observing her father and Frodo..For poem purposes she is older than she actually was when Frodo left... Be nice to me lol

Elanor

I sat in my mothers warm lap, she smelled of honey and vanilla-balms

I giggled and stretched my little pink fists to see my smooth little palms

Someone walked in the room and then back out followed by someone frowning with doubt

I frowned too, though I didn't know why, I knew not of reasons, but I knew what it was to cry

I didn't understand.

I played in the dirt of the dusty hot road, waving at neighbors going along

Then Frodo came out, sat in the garden, i called to him twice but he didnt say,"pardon?"

He just stared on ahead as one who is dead, and refused when Mum brought out fresh bread

I watched quietly as Dad came out and sat beside him, telling him something and he sighed then

I didn't understand.

I stood in front of the mirror, fastened the ribbons in my hair, when I heard a voice call with care

"not this time, Sam let me go" followed by "Mr. Frodo, no."

His study door closed with a click, but it sounded to me like a falling brick.

I didn't understand.

There was a day in early spring when we cleaned the house and i was told to bring

out the dust in all the rooms. I couldn't shake the feeling that the dust in Frodo's room couldnt be lifted with towels or brooms. I came across a large red book

finished my work then found a quiet nook. I didn't stop reading for noon bright or night black

I read of adventure, of hopes, of fears, and I understood there was no going back

my eyes were sore, yet they shone bright... with my tears

I understood. At last.