Through the Mist

Frodo’s heart was breaking, every muscle aching
Teary eyed and heart denied
Happiness.
No peace for him here, for reflection in the mere
Would not let him rest, though he past the test,
Or failed?
The eye of fire, before him as a pyre
Haunting and tempting, there was no exempting
The Ring.
Before him stood his friends, on whom he could always depend.
He hugged a farewell, new pain beginning to swell,
But no turning back.
The Elven ship, floated through the mist
As new air filled his soul, and he began to feel whole.
Peace.