Leaving The Shire (Frodo). On a fine autumn morning Frodo leaves the Shire. With his trusty walking stick and dressed in his favorite traveling attire he happily strides through grass still alive with autumnal flowers; while in the distance the last Hobbit hole fades into the hills.
The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
J. R. R. Tolkien
Inspired by The Fellowship Of The Ring (Three Is Company)
Water colour highlighted with acrylic.
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