she reached out for his embrace and wished to hold him. her poor hands clutched only the empty air. dying a second time, she did not complain. his sole fault was loving her.
then something tookish woke inside him, and he wished to go and see the mountains, and hear the pine-trees and the waterfalls, and explore the caves, and wear a sword instead of a walking stick.
they paint the world full of shadows and then tell their children to stay close to the light. their light. their reasons, their judgments. because in the darkness, there be dragons. but it isn't true...in the dark, there is discovery, there is possibility, there is freedom.
'where did you go to, if i may ask?' said thorin to gandalf as they rode along.
'to look ahead,' said he.
'and what brought you back in the nick of time?'
'looking behind,' said he.
but what i hope most of all is that you understand what i mean when i tell you that, even though i do not know you, and even though i may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you, i love you. with all my heart, i love you.
sit down.
turn your chest toward me.
a little more.
turn your head slightly.
rest your arm here.
not like that. may i?
take your hand.
the other way.
like this.