Alive Again

            He’s become stronger during our voyage, my lad has.  But his eyes—they’ve kept that patient pain I’ve seen in him only one other time, back when he was twenty-one and had despaired of ever being allowed to truly live, considering Menegilda’s treatment of him.

            Only when the silver rain-curtain rolls back to reveal those glorious white shores do I begin to see life there in those beloved eyes.  Only then do I see wonder—and hope—return to my Frodo.

            I think he will stay with us now and accept healing at last, my dear, dear boy.