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.