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luckyTopic: "Just Another Day" (3)
Sometimes, reality deals Frodo a breath of loneliness. A friend, an inspiring person, someone to be admired, a part of Frodo, is no more. The loss of Galadriel is but the latest example, but doesn't it confuse you, dear reader, that Frodo felt better being alone than with those who could comfort his wound? In fact, Frodo knew that only if he was alone could he properly tell his friend good-bye. What follows in the morrow is that for which he has prepared.
Frodo went fishing, with Fiona and Mick, the Wonder Dog. Sam stayed behind in the Shire. Boromir and all of those directly connected to the light that was Galadriel prepare for the guests who come to pay their respects. Frodo would only "be in the way," so he went fishing.
Frodo was trying a new lure, and it seemed to work well. He landed several fish for inspection by his canine companions before they were released back to the depths from which they had been so unceremoniously plucked. The lure has multiple sets of barbed hooks, thereby increasing the likelihood that the fish would not only have hooks in his mouth, but would be snagged on another part of his anatomy. What has always bothered Frodo about such arrangements is that removal of several hooks may do permanent damage, necessitating the demise of the fish, and his subsequent consumption by the man who watches Frodo's place when Frodo is back in the Shire. This time however, Frodo noted his own sensitivity and patient caution in the handling of his catch, as if he were treating each as an individual, with a soul, perhaps.
The creatures are lovely, with necessary locomotive, digestive, protective, and respiratory functions camouflaged into a mixture of pale green and white designs handsomely wrought as if by Gauguin or Titian. Great care had been placed in this product, and it was only appropriate that Frodo take a few extra minutes to ensure the smooth transfer from captivity to freedom. Each time, the freed one would instantaneously revive and beat a hasty retreat, showing only a flash of tail to Frodo. What did Frodo expect? That the fish would turn and flash a smile of gratitude? No, Frodo knew better, and this is perhaps why the time alone was appropriate.
Frodo got to say good-bye to Galadriel, knowing that it is best to take one's time and send a captive soul to freedom with sensitivity and respect. Frodo does not expect to see his friend turn and wave good-bye, but he will think of her often; when his heart is gay and the waves on Lake Lovey are gentle in the breeze of Spring. What follows on the morrow is for Boromir, and how one warrior stands by when another is unable to fight on. This is, perhaps, just a bit of what friendship is, isn't it?
