#with 100 rewatch muse bring salt to what happened in canon

[lightcreators]

Early had been the journey when such wound had been made. An handicap that could have been fatal inside another circumstance --- where hold of the Ring had tightened inside his mind. Even removed of the burden, free to crushing responsabilities to weighting the world inside his fragile and small person, overwhelming mental remembrances remained. Sometimes, obscure suffering along his neck, within this invisible pain, was an recollection of the burden who was now gone. Sometimes, strange nothingness inside his mind was an passing thoughts memories and sensations could be sensed again --- for how long ? For how long peace would be his companion, until distress found another way home ? Towards her question, an slight nod was offered first. It wasn't exactly the suffering he was mostly remembering the most … So many added themselves to the list. In some manner, he regretted conditions in which the wound had been made, inside beginnings of an implacable hardness of the Quest.

It had been something accidental for had been spotted inside an occassion to enjoy peace … Memories were blurred until he managed to the Elves. Even so, his mental limits had been tempted inside another dimension following that moment … ❝ Sometimes. An brutal pain unable to stop … as a remembrance I could almost it in the shadows. ❞ Voice was quiet in the confession, as he didn't wanted becoming the big deal of the situation. To be saved where understanding he would die of the gesture was something he searched to appreciate …

An second chance. An possibility to see home again.

He missed the taste of home and the brightness of landscape …

❝ Sometimes, the wound escaped borders of physical touch, and are imbued in the mind. ❞ He empathizing with gentleness inside his tone, where a thought was left to an old friend that will not catch up the reference, and where thoughtfulness returned about how much a person's mind could handle pain. Himself had been quite ignorant on the topic. Himself merely observed for too long, inside another landscape, the struggle of two secretive people in which he was on their care, before experiencing an portion of such pain … What had been lost during the battle cannot be found again. What had been lost in middle of these struggles were fragments that would remain shattered. ❝ The darkness likes to touch closely the light it can take away. ❞ Something, internally, for some reason, he didn't wanted to see. Of course, it could touch people. Of course it could touch fragility of an mind. Nevertheless, it can also touching landscape itself. They were all free. They were all at peace … he would have to quiet the tourments of his own mind. ❝ I'm unsure about how much peace will be found now I can return inside the world of before, regardless to had been changed by what happened, where neither my mind or my body will forget. Nevertheless, I pray your heart shall find all comfort you seek for, that freedom of mind came to you. I miss home … inside an familiar landscape, responsabilities weight will less pressure me. ❞

"They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of grief is finite."

@lightcreators (frodo baggins) — prompts / accepting.

"Your Morgul wound," Éowyn says, knowing full well it was not the only thing that must grieve him. "It pains you still, doesn't it?"

It was easier, she'd found, to speak of one's injuries with a fellow injured party, as if she somehow knew they would understand better the pain of it—and there was a certain dignity in bearing her wounds to the wounded that was lacking in all other exchanges. Which is why she felt compelled to admit: "The Black Breath still weakens me. It makes me feel as though even in avoiding death by the Witch-King's hand, I have still lost something." Something she couldn't express.

Gently, Éowyn placed a hand on the hobbit's shoulder. "But I must believe we can find some peace again, Master Baggins. It cannot all be suffering from now until the end." She wore optimism somewhat awkwardly, but perhaps the young Captain of Gondor had managed to share some of his with her, after all.