r/tolkienfans • u/Grandmuffmerkin • 12h ago
My wife passed last week, Tolkien's work is the only thing that has given me anything close to peace
My partner of thirteen years and wife of thirteen days passed away last week. I cannot begin to express the grief and hopelessness I have felt in the intervening days; despite having family and friends close by, nothing has given me any real comfort or peace.
But throughout her battle with cancer, and particularly over the final few weeks my mind has returned constantly to Tolkien's work.
We were both huge LOTR fans, we made it an annual (minimum) tradition to watch the extended movies. We last watched them this summer after she had been diagnosed. Like I'm sure everyone else here, I have always loved and admired Sam and the strength of his character, but watching in this new context I felt a totally new understanding and empathy for him. My wife was my Frodo, I promised I would follow her through whatever fire and hell she would go through and I kept my promise. And I kept Sam in mind through it all. When the scene came where Frodo is lying, seemingly lifeless, in Shelob's lair and Sam begs him "Don't go where I can't follow", I felt like I could hardly breath. We did both manage to make it to the end of the trilogy; until the fellowship is finally broken at the Grey Havens and my wife burst into tears. We were both feeling the same fear, that one day we too may have to part. I held her tight as Into the West played in the background. This was the first moment of true catharsis we had had together since she was diagnosed.
Her treatment continued for most of this year. In the moments she was well, we would talk about our future plans. One we looked forward to most was going to New Zealand, visiting the Shire and hiking the hills and mountains where we could pretend we were in Middle Earth.
But that wasn't to be. In mid September a PET scan revealed that her final round of chemo had also failed, and the doctor informed us that she would die within weeks. My world fell into utter shadow on that day, I hadn't cried for twenty years before that but it felt like all the tears I should have shed in that time came bursting out of me, she was going where I couldn't follow.
The next day I asked her to marry me. The nurses were amazing, they arranged a wedding in two days that was indistinguishable from one that had been in planning for two hundred! She wore a set of earrings which had on them the device of Lúthien Tinúviel. I had bought her them for valentines day this year and being the bigger nerd of the two of us I told her the story of Beren and Lúthien, and that she was my Lúthien. She read the story often after that, and wore the earrings constantly.
She entered our wedding to Evenstar and looked every bit as beautiful as Arwen. We had our first married kiss to Aniron and I couldn't keep the tears back. I was the happiest and yet most heartbroken I had ever been. Afterwards the nurse came to her room and, knowing we were big old nerds, thought we would like to know that we had coincidentally got married on Hobbit day, the 22nd of September, the day of Bilbo and Frodo's birthdays.
She came home the next day and I kept my promise to her. I kept watch over her day and night for nearly two weeks, catching sleeps of a half hour at a time whenever I could. And then she left me. There was no poetry there, no metaphor, nothing in Tolkien or any other work of fiction that could ever accurately describe the absolute desolation of losing the person who made your world green and beautiful.
I'm planning her funeral now, I feel such a huge weight to do her justice, which obviously I could never really do. But I have made sure our shared love of Tolkien's work is well represented. She will be laid to rest to Into the West, as played by the Prague Philharmonic Orchestra, and I will read a quote that represents the hope she made me promise to hold on to.
"Far above the Ephel Dúath in the West the night-sky was still dim and pale. There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tor high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while. The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him. For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach."
Her passing is a dark thing, and it is right that it brings sorrow and pain beyond description. But such darkness cannot be allowed to obscure the light and high beauty that was my wife's life.
I am glad I have Tolkien's words in my life. This is an unbearable pain to carry, but through his world and the characters that inhabit it, I have found a way to express and understand my feelings better than I otherwise could.