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The Wizard – The Hobbit and the Valley of Eternal Songs…by Fokion Triantafyllidis
Once upon a time, in an age long vanished from the books, an ancient wizard lived in a small hut at the edge of the Black Forest. His home always smelled of old herbs, burnt time, and the dust of forgotten memories.
One evening, as the wind swept through the gnarled branches, a little hobbit knocked on his door.
His cloak was worn from many journeys, and his eyes shone like two candles in the dark.
“Wise man,”
the hobbit said with a trembling voice,
“take me back.
Back to that time, back to that place… back to the valley you told me about when I was still a boy.
The valley where the fairies sing their silver songs, and the lute sounds like water flowing over stones.
You said no one grows older there. That the rainbow glows even in the night. That no soul weeps there, and no shadow dares to remain.
Wise man… I know that valley.
I was there.
Please, take me there again.”
The wizard regarded him for a long time.
His eyes were deep like wells whose bottoms no one could see.
He slowly raised his head and said:
“My young hobbit… no.
The paths of time obey no heart consumed by longing.
Just as a fruit must ripen before it becomes sweet, so must your own journey be complete before you can find the Valley of Eternal Songs again.
Be patient. For only those who are patient discover the gate back to the land untouched by pain.
Believe in the light that once guided you there.
You will see the valley again – but not by forcing time to bend.”
The hobbit let his shoulders sink.
His small heart felt as heavy as a stone from the bottom of the sea.
But when he looked up at the wizard, a faint spark of hope shimmered in his eyes – a spark that refuses to die, even in the deepest winter.
Silently, he bowed, turned around, and stepped out into the night.
The forest swallowed him, yet the wizard listened to his footsteps for a long time, until they faded like a distant echo.
And they say:
Whoever wanders through the Black Forest on starless nights may sometimes hear a distant whisper – the longing of a hobbit who still searches… and may one day find the way back.