The Road goes ever on and on
Out from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone.
Let others follow, if they can!
Let them a new journey begin.
But I at last with weary feet
Will turn towards the lighted inn,
My evening-rest and sleep to meet.
Still ’round the corner there may wait
A new road or secret gate;
And though I oft have passed them by,
A day will come at last when I
Shall take the hidden paths that run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun.
(Roads Go Ever On, J.R.R Tolkien)
I did not choose to go back to the Guild Halls. Circumstances made it just right for me to do so.
I felt that the more I plunged into my Journey the less I wanted to write reports that I would send back to Molly Malone, at the Mucky Duck. The deeper I went, the less I wanted to share the wonders that I encountered. So the decision was an easy one, to go back to where I started, do what I needed to do, and keep for a more private sharing some of the marvels that crossed my Path.
Yet…Now that I´m back I feel a Traveller’s restless feet tormenting me. Memories flow through my mind, and I need to sort them out. Images and feelings arise, begging me to make sense of them, to classify them, to arrange them, to get the juices out of them.
The Journey has been a long one, yet now that I´m back at Guild Halls it seems but a flash, already gone, already archived in my brain as memories. Has it been real, or did I dream ?
…Master Orod´s formidable Abode, Rraar and his people, the Fairies of Elvenwood, the Henge, the Luna Estuary, swimming with Ondara and her family of dolphins, the Tower of Stars, Megan and Kaylee, and always, my dear Corwin.
In my mind there is a jumble-tumble of colors and energies, which I now have to sort out.
Yes, I need to do more art, express my Journey in forms and feelings. Get the gist out of this.
Been to Molly´s Mucky Duck Tavern, and that was fun, though in a way, it was sad too.
Saying good-bye to Nimrodel, the lovely horse that went with me when I started the Journey, getting Molly´s wagon back to her, it all felt like getting a part of me torn out of my heart. Fortunately, Zé, my dog, will stay with me at my little house, and Horus will go back to the mountains that surround the Guild Halls. He will probably visit me from time to time.
I feel sadness, but just as a soft wing, not as a tragedy. I remember my enthusiasm at my Going Forth… Maybe I will start again, on my own terms this time. I still have the center part of my Map to explore, and the Darkwoods. I also need to go to Diamond Lake, for there is my very own little house, a very private place indeed.
But for now, my Journey to Elvenland is over. My trunks are full of paintings, and drawings, and bits and pieces, stones from my beachcombing at Dolphin Bay, and gifts from beloved people, colored garments, pieces of jewellery. Goddess, I couldn´t have walked back, it was all so heavy…
So I pagmoo-ed all the way down from Dolphin Bay, with Nim, Zé, Horus and Molly´s wagon, thanks to the fact that in this Land Of the Imagi-nation anything is possible!…
Namariyë, Namariyë, Farewell, Elvenland.