(༺ 𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐑 ༻) The Burden and the Flame

✠───────────────────────────────────────✠ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐑 – 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕃𝕖𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕆𝕗 𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕕𝕠 ✠───────────────────────────────────────✠ ༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻ In an age where empires trembled… and kings fell to shadow, hope was placed not in armies… but in the hands of a halfling. This is the tale… of Frodo Baggins… and the burden… that nearly broke the world. ༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻ ✠───────────────────────────────────────✠ In quiet fields where starlight gleams, A halfling dreamed his simple dreams. But shadows stretched from distant lands, And fate was placed in trembling hands. ✠───────────────────────────────────────✠ The wind grew cold, the skies grew wide, A whisper called from lands denied. No sword nor crown, just will alone— To bear the fire, to walk unknown. ✠───────────────────────────────────────✠ Through forests deep and mines of dread, Where ancient kings and demons bled, He walked where wiser feet had fled, And mourned the friends who lay there dead. ✠───────────────────────────────────────✠ The ring grew heavy, hope grew thin, A serpent voice crawled deep within. Yet by his side, through pain and flame, A gardener walked, and spoke his name. ✠───────────────────────────────────────✠ Oh, burdened soul through ash and stone, You did not walk that road alone. Though fire called, and shadows see, One heart still stood and carried thee. ✠───────────────────────────────────────✠ And though the light was nearly lost, You paid the price, you bore the cost. The world was saved, yet none proclaim— The burden… and the flame. ✠───────────────────────────────────────✠ At mountain’s edge where time stood still, The ring betrayed his fleeting will. He claimed it not to rule, but burn— Yet shadows never freely turn. ✠───────────────────────────────────────✠ From cracks below and cries above, Came treachery and twisted love. But fate, a fool, with broken hand, Still saved the fire from poisoned land. ✠───────────────────────────────────────✠ The war was won, the world was wide, But peace could not his soul abide. The wound ran deep, no blade could see— He bore no ring, but still no peace. ✠───────────────────────────────────────✠ To silver shores and starlit foam, He sailed beyond the grasp of home. A silent hero, lost to fame— The burden… and the flame. ✠───────────────────────────────────────✠ Oh, burdened soul through ash and stone, You did not walk that road alone. Though fire called, and shadows see, One heart still stood and carried thee. ✠───────────────────────────────────────✠ The tale is sung, but not in name— He vanished… with the flame. ✠───────────────────────────────────────✠ ༒༒༒༒༒༒༒༒༒༒༒༒༒༒