5
The secret of forests and the purity of streams was tearing me apart.
The rivers of Middle Earth sung in my veins and all was flowing on
and breaking me into smithereens. I was already dead. Yet as the
gates were opening I died again. I died at every dawn that broke
upon the gate, for I had never seen the sun - the giant golden silver
orb that shattered the slab stone, so carefully built inside my being.
On the beginning of the final day, for all of us had sensed it coming,
I turned and saw two hobbits on the dusty rocks, another with them,
more like myself, this one seemed. I did not tell the world, for I only
raged and roared! Every word that came, was sounded as a scream.
