Passed

"I passed the test. I will diminish, and go to the west, and remain Galadriel"...  such words that even today ring true with me. Yet the test was passed the outcome gained. What must now be the next leg of my journey must be taken. Like rails of a train track ever moving to the horizon we follow the path of life. Sometimes the tracks run along the top of a ridge and the world stretchers out before the eye, Sometimes what may seem like mighty mountains that blocks the path and of granite made seem impregnable but for a dark hole and a darker cavern yet. However there is always a light at the end of the tunnel and though you come out in the black of the night it is always brighter outside even if by the light of the stars. 

And yet the dawn draws close. The hour before the dawn may be the darkest yet the dawn always cuts through the night and brings forth the warmth and light of a new day. And the track goes ever on just as the road out of the door of Bag End.