Word count: 100
Character: Erm... Bag End's very GREEN, round front door
Disclaimer: Not mine in the slightest. Tolkien's and New Line's.
Notes: For the green challenge.
They seem compelled to cross my threshold -- to step into a world where I cannot shelter or protect. Forever going and coming in a pointless, graceless dance.
He who painted me -- spiting relatives whose expressions reflected the brilliancy of my hue -- left long ago.
He who followed -- burgeoning life and hope -- returned only briefly, a mere sheath bearing his name.
Now many lively feet grace my doorsill.
But, they too shall leave.
Perhaps in crossing my doorstep, they master the bittersweet truth: Life’s green threshold must always be crossed in the end.
Yet -- ahead such adventures wait...