Ted’s Note: Perhaps I’m feeling a bit sentimental today, but this letter sums up in a very nice way the reason why Jonathan and I put this site together. Read it and let us know how you feel. Eriu, thanks for sending this one in.
Dear Mr. Tolkien,
I trust that you are well, now that you have gone over the sea? In hopes this message will be found, I have so written it and cast it into the sea of Middle-earth. May it flow to you with the tides of Beleger.
The purpose of this letter is to thankyou. Why? You know of course! For writing the entire Middle-earth concept. Perhaps you made it up, or based it upon what was going on in the world we see now, but to me, it is all to real, in the very depths of my heart, which knows no bounds for dreams.
I was with Frodo as he set out on the quest to destroy the ring. I felt the complusion to claim it the whole time and the weight around my neck. My heart was full of fear as I saw the Nazgul clearly and the pain I felt as he was stabbed by the Morgul knife. I felt the urgency that pressed them as they went across the land, and the wonder that flowed through me as I stood on the terrace at Imladris, gazing out at the falls.
Loathe was I to leave that place of peace, but I did, and I was with them when they all went south, somewhere between Aragorn and Pippin. Long we traveled, and was I ever weary! I thanked for the short moments when we stopped. When we were defeated by the Red Peak, I felt as if I was too weak to go on, like I shouldn’t have come.
Though I was full of wonder at the gate of Moria, I was soon full of fear as we were engulfed by the shadows. Long we went in the darkness and I kept seeing a shadowy figure walking behind us with pale eyes. I simply said to myself that my eyes were playing tricks on me and that I just didn’t like the dark.
I wept with Gimli openly upon the tomb of Balin, son of Fundin and was in total despair as I read the end of the dwarves who had come back to re-claim Khazad Dum.
My blade was drawn along with the others as we fought the onslaught of the orcs and the grave cave troll, and my heart broke as Gandalf fell with the Balrog, yet I was torn in two then.
When Gandalf fell, I fell with him, and we fought the Balrog together, it burned and froze and was almost too much for me, but together, we prevailed.
I also followed the company into Lothlorien where I was spellbound by the Lady and her mirror. I felt the deepest peace and it took a lot to step into those boats and leave that fair land. My gift was never mentioned, but to me she gave the strength and courage of not to give up.
The river was deep and swift and it took not too long til we reached the borders of Rohan and Gondor where Frodo made his decision.
Again I was torn! Part of me went with Sam as he would never leave his friend, and part went with Aragorn, Gimli and Legolas. I wept as Boromir died. I tried to save him, but I too, did not reach him in time. I heard the horn and I came, and now he has gone to the falls.
I ran and ran with the three in pursuit of the orcs, for days we did go, until I felt I could run no more. We found Pippin’s brooch, and there again, I was also with them as well. Poor little guys! They bound me too, and I could have slain Uguluk for his violence. I hated that guy!
The two lost hobbits and I found ourselves in Fangorn forest, and confronted with the most ancient creature, Treebeard! He was a strange soul but I indeed liked him much.
Together we got the Ents roused and we all marched to Isengard and did what we could to thwart Saruman. That worked!
Aragorn and us found ourselves in Rohan though and the company of Rohirrim went by. We were suprised when they didn’t see us but yet it did not shock me. We were nearly invisible. Horses they lent us and we traveled to Fangorn. Hobbit footprints were seen but no hobbits! Our chase lead to a hill where an old man came upon us. Revealing himself, it was good old Gandalf, and he and I too had come a long way to find our friends.
We caught up on news and together we rode to Edoras, and the wizard convinced the king. I felt the sadness of Eowyn as we all left for battle, yes even me.
Helms deep was a bloody fight, and the reinforcements came just in time.
We ran to Isengard where we found Pippin and Merry sitting back, having a smoke! Oh you two! A strange orb fell from Orthanc and Gandalf doesn’t want us to touch it, but Pippin did. I hope he hasn’t altered anything….
Pippin Gandalf and I then rode to Gondor in haste, and Merry and the rest of us rode back to Edoras. It was called to our attention that we needed to ban together and Rohan took off for Gondor. We got there just in time too, and kept the evil from prevailing completely.
Meanwhile, I was with Sam and Frodo, as they headed toward Mount Doom. Gollum came and I pitied him rather than wanted to kill him, yet I felt in my heart, that he could not be trusted. But Frodo said let him alone and Smeagol lead us through the lands, until Shelob’s lair. Ohhh a nd Sam and I were left all alone as we thought Frodo had died from her sting and then was taken by the enemy, orcs no less.
The Rohirrim arrived in Gondor just in time and Gandalf kept the lord of the Nazgul at bay. I stood with him and also told him that he needed to go. For yet awhile evil retreated but then came again shortly after, and Theoden fell. Eowyn to the amazment of all, revealed herself and slew the Nazgul lord with the help of Merry!
I stayed with Eowyn and Faramir as they were healed and I smiled at them as they awoke. Yet I was across the mountains in the land of Mordor, where Frodo was rescued by Sam and I, and they continued onward toward the cracks of doom. For awhile we marched tensely with a band of orcs, what a strange thing! We escaped and kept going. As we ascended the roots of the great mountain, Gollum came back and nearly killed Frodo.
Sam and I got Gollum off and Sam kept the creature at bay while I helped the ringbearer up the slope. When we got within the CHambers of Fire, I despaired as Frodo did not destroy the ring but claim it, Sam got there too and we could not stop him. Yet Gollum did, by harshly biting off the ring. Ohhh Frodo!
Gollum fell into the fire and I pitied his demise, yet was glad to be rid of the band’s presence. We ran all together down the slopes only to be saved by the great eagles of the north. Eowyn was healed completely and she and Faramir planned to wed, I felt the joy that entered her heart.
Aragorn and his group were prepared to storm the Black Gate and that is when the realm of Mordor fell. All was happy and joyous as Aragorn was crowned king and was wedded to Arwen. Frodo and Sam reunited with their friends and we all headed home.
They needed a little extra help re-claiming the Shire you know, and so I did. Sam was married and had a little girl. It was then that I decided to go with Frodo, across the sea and I met the elves and Gandalf on our way to the Havens.
We departed and after that, I cannot say, for there was no more, and yet it was the beginning, which is not written, not yet. Yet should we write any more? Don’t adventures, ever have an end? It shouldn’t really, life itself is an adventure to be had. We are all in the adventure and it never ends, perhaps that particular chapter of the quest, but the road goes ever on and on, down the road where it begun, now far ahead the road has gone, and I must follow it if I can, pursuing it with weary feet, where many paths and errands meet, and whither then, I cannot say…..
~*~Eriu, The Wanderer Of Middle Earth~*~