This one is Gandalf.
Disclaimer: Do I really have to do this any more? Okay, okay. I don't own it.
I am old.
Old and torn.
I have lived many, many years. God, how long life seems when you're my age. You spend most of your time thinking about the past. Not only because it is familiar, but because there is so much of it. And almost nothing left of the future.
I know I am dying.
But more so, I am finishing.
Finishing my thoughts, my pain, my happiness, my sorrow.
Finishing.
People think that I can see the future.
I can't.
I can feel things coming. I can't feel them specifically, but I can get a sense, a wisp of what's about to happen.
It's like hearing that faint beat of music before learning what song.
My own demise comes soon, faster than I care to think of.
I worry.
I worry for Frodo. Such a burden. I worry for the Fellowship. I fear of its breaking apart.
I worry for the Ring.
I feel like I can put my faith into Frodo, although some may not.
And still I worry.
What will become of the world when Sauron falls? If Sauron falls.
I myself believe that the Orcs will disband. They are not intelligent. Without a leader, they will fall.
But there is no guaruntee.
Until then, we fall without really knowing where the end is.
Blind is how I feel.
To the death.
A/N: Okay, not bad.