Authors Note: This is the second entry in my series of epilogues and there will be three more after this. Please make comments about this story and my previous epilogue so I know what to change.
Merry packed his things one by one into his bag, ready to set out on his last ever journey. He looked at his things as he packed them and reminisced about each one.
He packed the sword that had stabbed the ringwraith, the dagger given to him by the lady Galadriel and the Armour of Gondor and Rohan that had been gifted to him. His bag was full so he put the last few things in his pocket. But as he put in his pipe and the book he had written about ‘Herblore of the Shire’ he looked at the little book and pondered. He then decided that he would not take it so he placed it on the table for whomever may find it to have. He then put his pipe and a small pouch of shire pipe weed in his pocket.
Merry began to feel drawn to the book again and he started to flick through it. As he looked at the words he had written and the pictures he had drawn there was a quiet knock on the door of his little hobbit-hole. He answered the door to whom he had expected. It was his old friend Peregrin Took.
“Are you ready to go?”
“Just let me get my bag,” Merry grabbed his bag and walked out the front door with Pippin
They left the hobbit-hole and mounted their ponies that were in the street and they began to ride along the shire road for the last time. They rode along the streets of Buckland heading towards the east road that would take them out of the shire forever. As they rode along they saw an old hobbit that was related to Sam named Halfred Gamgee who called out to them “Good day Mr. Meriadoc the Magnificent and Mr. Thain Peregrin Took.”
“Good day Halfred,” they replied.
Little children stared and adults bowed as they made their way out to the east road and from the shire.
As they reached the borders of the shire they discussed their past journeys and friends and what they were to do now.
“Well I say on to Rohan now,” suggested Pippin
“To see our old friend Eomer,” added Merry
“I guess we’ll never see any of our old hobbit friends again.”
“We may yet. Don’t forget we never thought we would see any of our friends ever again after those orcs got us that time, but we did.”
“Yes but we’ve got new adventure to go on now, just as everyone else did.”
“Your right. Most of our best friends went to the undying lands long ago.”
“And we shall see what’s left of our friends soon enough.”
“They said the whole fellowship would never be together again after the war of the ring and they were right.”
“Your right we never were together after that.”
“Well, he may be gone but thoughts of Frodo will stay with me to the end of my days, that I know.”
“I know what you mean I’ll never forget the last time I saw him as the ship sailed away into the east.”
“And whenever I am journeying the words of Frodo go with me.”
Then the two of them both started to sing
(I)”The road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the road has gone,
And I must follow if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.” (/I)