I remember flashing it under that ghastly beast’s nose – a horrendous eight-legged creature with dreadful face. I’ve never seen it before and I almost balked from it – if I didn’t think of you. I’m sure you’ve never seen it, either, haven’t you, Mr. Frodo? And I’m sure you must’ve been appalled to see it before it stung you and put you under its spell.

But I’m glad I found the light, Mr. Frodo, so I could use it – or mayhap it was the light that had used me and fought the monster through me. I cared not which thing was true as long as I could finally get you back.

The light had helped us get our way to Mordor, Mr. Frodo. That was for sure. I could hardly believe you gave it to me after the quest. That was the Lady’s gift for you, not me.

Never the less, I’m happy to have it, Frodo, really I am. I won’t say it any other way. I’ll always keep it with me. Hold it in my hands every time I think of you or when my heart longs for you, hoping it can somehow send my words to your place across the sea.

I’m thankful to have it with me, my dear master, for it lightens my soul when dark memories assault me. Yet it’s never the same with having you here with me. You are the only light for me. It’s the smile on your face, the flickers of your eyes and the comfort in your words that compelled me to persist in doing things in life. You are my true light of Earendil.