Lord of The Rings
My Dearest Sam,
It has been two years to the day I left for the Gray Havens, but it feels like a million and one.
The Gray Havens is more maraculous than ever I thought. Silver castles built around trees. Trees. There isn't a place in the world where you can't find a tree, except for Mordor, but that will soon change with the work the Elves are doing on it.
My way of getting this here to you was nearly easy, I had to pull a few strings but eventually the Elves let me send this letter back on a boat and delievered to you.
I fear my days are coming to an end.
I feel weak, almost like cool butter melting rapidly. The Elves cannot explain my being ill but I hear them say it will kill me. Gandalf has done all he can and Bilbo is always with me, but that won't stop it.
I should just like to say, Sam, that if I die. I would like you to know you were the best friend I have ever had. You were with me through all the lows and highs but I decided to leave and that was my choice. So you cannot get a reply back to me, I hope this has answered all your questions.
Thank you Sam, for everything
Frodo
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