The Little Blue(cup) Book

[Bluecup Bumbleroot]

T'isn't seem long at all, very much really, if you think about it. That I've been away, of course, I mean. No, not really away, away, simply a little bit lost and a tiny bit bewildered. I suppose that should do it to a Hobbit when faced with the idea that your world is much larger than a bounder's hill, Gamma's sweet meat pies and a delicious spicy apple cider.

I've taken to learning so many things. You wouldn't know it just to look at me but I even went hungry for very long days once. T'wasn't my fault you see. Nobody told me the Lembas bread shouldn't've been used like sandwich bread. Three times. In a day.

Well-a-day, I meant to say something here about how I think 't'is time to pull me boots up and have a gander around. Thinking a bit like I've come home somehow, after not really leaving it; yet there I do, and there it is. I've a mighty list of things I still need to do, people to see, old friends to shake hands with and...old friends to mourn. Bless me, Tinki, you were the sweetest, and I hear others have gone too. But that's all well then, isn't it? They live on, they do. So long as we say their names and sing their songs and bake their cakes, we'll carry their hearts along with us on every adventure.

It was terribly impulsive of me to use precious travel rations from my spur of the moment run from The Misty Mountains all the way back to the Shire, but I think sometimes home is not only where the heart is, or the foot, but that sense of peace when you think you shan't find it ever again.

It is good, now. I made it home for a breather of sorts. A little break before I go to see what there's to see around yon corner.
It is better.
It is always good to come home.

[Aedon Durreah]

Lovely Blue.
Welcome Home.

[Crystalleowyn]

What a nice homecoming story!

When I saw the title, my mind started looking for lyrics to go with the melody for "Little Duece Coupe."

She's my little Bluecup...
And she's finally come home...

[Bluecup Bumbleroot]

Sadness and joy.

Think me, that this is just how living works, aye? There is sorrow in living but incredible joy. I say this, as I have re-visited Rivendell, an' the impression the fine elven folk leave me with is a mix of ages. Living' so long, I don't quite know, really, if that's a thing I'd want. Sure'n' we Hobbits enjoy a few years more'n' human folks...But..To live centuries? To remember all that have marched 'afore and all that came after. Heavy burden to bear, thinks I.

And yet, there is so much beauty to them--the elven folk, I mean. They have so long to create and refine. I dunno where I was going with all this, but I never forget. Such sorrow always makes my heart hurt, and I wonder if Elven kind appreciate random hugs as much as we Hobbit folk? They seem so far away in their memory, and terribly proper folk. I've no idea if embracing is a thing they welcome.

Note to self: must hug random elf and find out.

[Carysta]

Bluecup Bumbleroot wrote:

Sadness and joy. Think me, that this is just how living works, aye? There is sorrow in living but incredible joy.

This. SO much this, it is so true. Your posts are beautiful and really struck a chord with me. And, I think you should hug every elf you see - I do, they don't seem to mind! :)