Frodo to Sam: From the Eagles to Ithilien
- jan-u-wine
The Eagles.
they are coming:
my spirit
flees
from dark ruin
and bitter
pain...
Pain.....
loss....
my loss....
his
loss....
They
are lost.
the World is
empty,
changed...
lost,
forever......
The Eagles......
softly,
on winds
from
another spring,
the sweet
voice
of
bells on Elven
harness
finds me....
far-off,
as one who dreams,
I see the
small blue
eye
of
the Sea.
An
Age
of starless night
takes me.......
Voices.....
tears....
Laughter.
How long
since
I have heard
aught,
felt
aught
but the evil
which
contained me?
Behind the curtain
of my eyes,
gentle Spring
smiles.
Am I.....
Are
We
truly here?
I cannot
look
away
from the sight
of your living
face.
There are no
words
I can thank you
with,
and so,
I simply
kneel
by you,
as you by me,
on many a sleepless,
thankless,
starless
night,
Watching,
content,
your hand in mine,
'til you wake
at last.
This time,
it shall be
my
happy task
to tell you:
we are safe....
we
are
Home.
