by Cuthalion
Frodo was gone, and he would never return, and there would be tears in the house of the King this evening and perhaps many evenings yet to follow. I could feel those tears rising in my own eyes.
But while I thought of how I would be the messenger of Frodo’s passing for my own wife, I also sensed something else... it was filling my heart with a cry, sharp and clear, with the glory of flight and the promise of joy.
He is healed, and he has found peace at last.
Fear no more.
THE END