Disclaimer: This story is not intended to infringe on any rights by Tolkien or the estate there of. It is merely a story from my imagination regarding Tolkien's characters. I write it in honor of those characters and I make no profit on it whatsoever.
Audio copy: You can listen to this story on my podcast: There Are Three of Me. It is read in S1E4 and in S3E9. You can find There Are Three of Me on Spotify and Spotify Podcasters.
by Ainaechoiriel
Remember. That is all they ask of me. So simple a task, and yet heartbreaking. For they will all leave me, one by one, even faithful Gimli. Gandalf and I alone of the Fellowship shall live to see the end of this world. Boromir left us long ago. Frodo and Sam did go west, but I doubt they still wait there. Merry and Pippin will follow Boromir soon, and Aragorn will lay down his life in acceptance of Iluvatar's Gift. Already he grows weary. And Gimli, one day, too, will pass away. Grief is my burden; remembrance, my destiny.
The End
©copyright 2004 Gabrielle Lawson
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