During the ceremony today, Thorin and I made more promises to each other. He promised to continue to care for me and be my home, and I promised I would follow him to the ends of Middle-earth, and that I had, in fact, actually done that already. There were some snickers from the Company at that, particularly from Nori.
Also, since it wouldn’t be a Dwarvish wedding without some crafting, Thorin took my pen and wrote the last sentence in my book — my account of the Quest. When I saw what he wrote, it really took all I had not to start weeping like a fauntling right on the spot.
And they lived happily ever after until the end of their days.
The world lies ahead of me, and all the Roads I could ever follow are laid out before me. But I no longer believe that when I set out on adventure, I leave my home behind. My home travels with me, in the books I carry in my pack, in the oak that has grown in my heart, and in the warmth of Thorin’s hand in mine.
I’m going on another adventure, and I can’t wait to see where it takes me.
