How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart you begin to understand that there is no going back?
You won't remember me, that is really not important in the great scheme of things. I am 'me' and 'me' means just a hobbit of the Shire. My name is not that grand, my story is just an other hobbit's tale. I've been away for a very long time, and now I am back!
There is much I could tell you about my past - happy memories, sad and even tragic life-changing events, but I don't want anyone to get bored of me, so I will spare you. Just know that in my hobbit life there have been as many tears as smiles.
Everything is so familiar in the Shire, and yet so different and changed. A few faces and names I remember from the good old days, but many more that I do not. Even in Rivendell many of my elven friends are there no more. Their fate linked to the fate of Middle-earth, they have left these shores never to return. Namárië.
The world is a much darker and scarier place than when I left, just over a year ago. Shadows loom across the land, and across the hearts of men. There is a strange feeling in the air, dark and foreboding. Seeking refuge and shelter in the Shire seem the best thing to do.
I wish I could be just writing about happy things - pies, music, hobbits, long summer days, and in time, maybe I will do that again. Right now I feel it's time for quiet peace and truthful introspection. Nevertheless I am very happy to be home near the few people I have left.
So here I am, harp in hand, song in heart, let the music once more fill my life and bring light where darkness dwell. Let this be a new beginning, let joy and happiness be shared once more. I am not old, but I feel much older, maybe a bit wiser, but still undisputedly 'me'
