All is Quiet

Outside the wide opening on the white wall, he could place the shady woods and worming threads of the river. Moving further, his bleary eyes wandered at the snow-encased mountains afar. The beacon was still there, the fire that had alarmed them all of the perils in Gondor. The fire that had called them all out to face their gruesome foes here in the Field of Pelennor The fire that had brought them together.

And it was so quiet now. The last of the Fellowship, Legolas and Gimli, had set out to the Grey Havens. To the shore for which a certain hobbit had left as well, drifting away to Eressea.

Sometimes he wished the war had never ended.