The Counsel of Elrond

- jan-u-wine
If, by his loss,
a world be saved...
 
none would question,
 
none would say me nay.
 
Much is made
of the wisdom
of my people.
 
Somehow,
 
with this choice,
I do not feel
wise.
 
Long ages
of their small lives
have I endured,
 
yet
 
still I love them,
still,  with sadness,
see their worth.
 
Like flowers
they are,
colouring the world
for but a breath's span...
 
then fading....
 
errant blossoms
scattered by thoughtless winds.
 
Flowers.
 
And we...
 
we are
ancient,
unmoving  trees
who must
stand,
unbent
 
and see all
we love,
 
all we know,
wither
to dust and destruction.
 
The evil which he has borne
hence
cannot remain.
 
If I could but hide it here....
 
Why do I hesitate?
 
Why
does regret
sing its sorrow
within my heart?
 
In his innocence,
in the very beginnings
of his desire,
it is fore-ordained:
 
he will stand forth.
 
As yet, he knows not
enough of fear....
 
though of evil,
he is learning.
 
My own kin
I have given
more easily over....
 
and they
may not know life
beyond the gates
that await this one.
 
I have not the passion
for life,
 
the caring
for this world
 
I once had.
 
Let it be
in his small
hand
that the future stays
or perishes.
 
I am weary.
 
I saved him.
 
For
this,
 
I saved him.
 
Who now
will save
 
me
 
from the bitter
consequences
of this sad choice?
 
In what dreams remain to me,
 
waking dreams
among leaves
fallen from quieted trees,
 
I hear the summons of the Sea.