"A vanimar . . . For the world is changing: I feel it . . . .": Bingo Bolger-Baggins
" . . .Then in the willow-meads of Tasarinan we may meet in the Spring." V3,Book 6
So much has happened since last I left this little pantry smial of mine . . .ours. Ours:
what a lovely word indeed. But anyway, I left here with Iorhael after the burning of the clock tower earlier this week and followed my love to his home
beyond our Arda, his own Bag-end in the middle of an ever-shifting world.
Our first evening was a bit tense as I had a sad encounter with the Gollum
who he co-habitates with--or did co-habitate with--Iorhael says that the Gollum is now vanished. And then I learned the news of Erchi's sad abduction, but no sooner had I the news then my lover fell with exhaustion into a chair
and thus helped Merry to call for the lad's release, and released he was. I don't totally understand how this all works, but my love
is a magical being, it seems, with powers that rival the Valar in some respects, or, more like Tom Bombadil, seems to be beyond their reach. And I'm quite thankful for that in these uncertain times.
Anyway, the next day we met some of his students and took a lovely walk
through the shifting landscapes of his world, although we didn't get all that far as being alone in the middle of a grand forest together was a bit too intoxicating for a long journey to rival. I had checked my new pocket PC and exchanged messages with Samwise earlier about joining them for game-night,
but while Iorhael and I were enjoying the forest, and each other, I suddenly knew the news without even checking my messages: that my brother
were leaving for Valinor for good. It came as quite a shock.
We wanted to all be quite happy for them finally sailing off together, but we were all so distraught to lose our loved ones, it was quite a sad evening
really, even with the purchase of the wonderful book Lord Ulmo
offering to console us.
My sweet Iorhael wrote me a beautiful ballad
as I was composing myself--what I would do without him now I couldn't possibly imagine--and we returned to Arda
and joined in the wake in Minas Tirith
to celebrate Frodo and Samwise's journey
to the Blessed Realms. When we returned though, who should I see,
much to my surprise, puttering about Bag-end,
but Samwise and Frodo! And then, just like in that episode of Star Trek, when Capt Kirk gets split into his good half and evil half, or when on ST: Voyager B'lanna's Klingon and human sides split into two beings, all of a sudden there's two pairs of my brother and Samwise!
I'm not sure what to make of it all, but one thing's for sure: things are going to be different around here and it may prove interesting indeed.
And then I got to worrying about some things yesterday afternoon as I was curled up with my love's journal
, as usual, but my Iorhael is made of the purest starlight and outshines every trouble that shadows my way. I don't know what I did to deserve such happiness.
So it feels like an age has passed since I've been home. And perhaps it has. All the same, let's see what's in the fridge.