~ Journey ~
“I sit beside the fire and think
Of all that I have seen,
Of meadow flowers and butterflies
In summers that have been,
Of yellow leaves and gossamer
In autumns that there were,
With morning mist and silver sun
And wind upon my hair.
For still there are so many things
That I have never seen.
In every wood in every spring
There is a different green.
But all the while I sit and think
Of times there were before
I listen for returning feet
And voices at the door.”
Map: Thrain's map from The Hobbit, made by me