Where I am..
Well,
I am on my way home with my own Fellowship (which consists of many many people), the quest is over, and no one was lost (except the old me).
Though, it has been a long and hard journey to Mordor...
The way to Rivendell almost cost me my life, but I made it there. And the journey turned out to be much longer than I first thought..
We had to go all the way: The cold Caradhras, the deep and dark Moria, the peaceful and beautiful Lothlórien (the stay there was much too short), Anduin, Emyn Muil, the Dead Marshes, the Wasteland, Ithilien (again, too short a stay), and the whole long and terrible way to Mount Doom.
I was taken captive too, which would have been the end for me, hadn´t my forever faithful ones saved me.
The last bit to Mount Doom is the hardest thing I have ever been through, and I despaired, it definately seemed like we would never make it. At last I able to cast my burden into the Fire, with a lot of help and support from my Fellowship. (No need of a Gollum, fortunately.)
We had made it, but we were changed, never to be the same again.
I am not feeling as bad as Frodo did, and I certainly hope I will never have to go to Valinor for healing. I have won (although the price I had to pay might have been just a little too high), though, the remnants of my burden are showing from time to time, and that tells me that everything is not over yet, which things seldom are in this world.
Well well, he who lives will see...
What I am talking about:
In May 1999 I lost my mother, she committed suicide. I was almost 14 years old. A terrible shock, of course, and half a year later I got a depression, which is what I call my burden.
The journey has been long and hard, I have often despaired and been close to dying myself, but I am still alive, still hoping, still fighting...
Eärendil
[ February 06, 2003: Message edited by: Eärendil ]
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Jag ska aldrig göra dig illa. Inte igen. Åtminstone inte mycket, åtminstone inte hårt. Kommer du ihåg? Då vi fortfarande kunde skratta, le på ett äkta vis. Jag tänker på det ibland. Det smärtar. För aldrig har du väl varit. Längre bort. Från mig.
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