Aftermath

They tell me that we had the victory, but I cannot see it from here.  All I can see is the destruction of the forest.  Majestic, venerable oaks are burned and blackened.  They tell me that Sauron is overthrown, that the shadow is no more – but at the cost of so many lives, so savagely snuffed out.  Will they see this victory?

They tell me that a messenger has come, bearing a letter of utmost urgency.  My heart quails as I open it.

‘My beloved father …’ 

I smile, and start to live again, for I know you are safe.