In this piece, jan-u-wine examines Frodo's feelings as he prepares to leave Bag End, remembering the Shire and the people he loves, wondering how much Sam guesses and how much his leaving will hurt them both. This Frodo truly is "Iorhael", old-wise, with a maturity and wisdom shaped and honed by deep love and deep hurt. I think it's brilliantly done, and I hope the paintings suit.
As with the previous poem, this was written to movie-verse; Elanor is a small child rather than a baby.
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