Topic: "Jefferson Rock" (3)
In June of 1861, one of Frodo's Great-Grandfathers traveled to what was then Harper's Ferry, Virginia, in order to enlist in General Lee's Army. Frodo has never assessed that act, or any of those subsequent, as treasonous; merely as best judgment at the time. Frodo is keenly aware that many others, even today, disagree with him. Feeling no pain, he merely swipes his head with regret for the deficiency in understanding.
Frodo's Great-Grandfather could not, in Frodo's opinion, have failed to step up upon "Jefferson Rock" and partake of the vista that spread itself for him on that day in that place. Thomas Jefferson, standing on that very spot, had proclaimed this to be the grandest of all the scapes of this new land. Despite his efforts against the nation divided, many of Frodo's Great-Grandfathers' progeny who might also possibly stand in that spot would, in behalf of that divided nation, someday sacrifice the ability to return. Today, the eyes belonged to Frodo, feeling however, that his sight was shared
The dull magentas, browns, and yellows of the hardwoods, are a coverlet to the mountains, cliffs, and bridges above the shallow Shenandoah. The life blood, which riffles on a timeless and patient flow to a faraway sea, moves at it has for years far more numerous than the multiples of a hundred known to those who have stood upon Jefferson Rock. It looks much today as it must have looked when the boot of Mr. Jefferson formed the print that today contains all of the Hobbits' foot. There is a sense of awe for him, and for Frodo's Great-Grandfather, and for each since who stood here and made a silent promise to return when peace was restored. Places such as this generate such dreams, those that live beyond that which is given to a single mortal, to be shared by all who follow.
A gentle, life-giving, mist was falling when Frodo finally turned away. Perhaps there was a message there. Perhaps not. Likely it is that another must come.