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Book 41
Chapter 382
Ringbearer (Ret.) Sir Frodo Drogonovich Baggins gazed upon everything as he entered Lothlorien as he’d not been here for years and was visiting because soon the Elves would be gone, taking with them all the higher graces, but tonight there would be a farewell fete hosted by the most renown social adept Contessa Galadriel Artanis Nerwen Finarfinovna, confidant of wizards, beloved by Men, Hobbits, Dwarves & Elves equally, not only for her sharp wit, but even more importantly, for her influence with Kings and her most stylish gatherings.
Contessa Galadriel Artanis Nerwen Finarfinovna was speaking animatedly to Princess Eowyn Eomundovskia formerly of Rohan but who’s fortunes had taken a decided turn for the better upon her marriage to Prince Faramir Denethorov II, Steward of Gondor (upon the unfortunate & scandalous death of his father, Steward Denethor Ecthelionov II) and lately Lord of Ithilien, and who was her favored companion when all things related to gossip were concerned.
“Toi harya alkar laisi“ she said, “You know that ever since Mayor Samwise Hamfastski Gamgee’s daughter came out, everyone in the Shire has been delighted with her.”
Princess Eowyn Eomundovskia nodded her head and inquired, “Would that be Elanor?”
“Anwa. Oh and look who has just arrived and can tell us all about her! Sir Frodo. We shall have to catch him up and ask him all the news. Sir Frodo, my dear! Come join us,” called Galadriel Finarfinovna.
Sir Frodo Drogonovich Baggins gazed about the glade, searching for the caller, until his eyes lit upon Princess Eowyn Eomundovskia and Contessa Galadriel Artanis Nerwen Finarfinovna. He began to walk toward them, feeling dejected & preoccupied with his current status, both among the Elves and in the Shire as hero without a place, for amongst the Elves he was respected and honored but still an adorable curiosity, while amongst the Shire-folk his status was uncertain, his deeds and actions not wholly understood and often looked upon with doubt, for the Shire-folk were a pastoral lot of a class little higher than serfs in apprehension of the greater world around them. Overhearing bits of gay conversation that seemed to be full of frivolity and little else, from all about him as he made his way towards the two women, he looked upon their youthful countenances and wondered, “How can they be so happy? How can their minds be so free of the burdens that weigh so heavily upon me, seemingly without care or concern, as if nothing mattered in all of Middle-Earth. How can I become as they are? Free from these ponderings that drive me to search and search fruitlessly for an answer when I do not even know the question?”
Sir Frodo arrived before the pair of jewel- and smile-bedecked creatures and took the hand of first one, then the other, giving each gloved hand a kiss and smiling genuinely but rather half-heartedly.
This follows with book after chapter after book of descriptions of social status, rank, fortune, wars and existential ponderings ad nauseum.