An Extra Ordinary Life

- jan-u-wine

Gandalf:
 
How I watched him.
 
From the beginning,
of course,
I knew.....

I watched.
 
I feared for him.
 
There are things I am granted to See,
and things
not revealed even to me....
 
things I may alter,
 
and
those
which must  be.
 
From the day of his
birth,
I hoped this might have
some other end....
 
From the day of his birth,
with sorrow,
I knew it would not.
 
And when the river
took
those whom he loved,
shadow muted
his bright spirit,
touched his heart with winter,
 
stole his laughter.
 
He never really recovered, you know.
 
I would see him, betimes,
beloved book in hand,
reading within
the gentled green of a Shire Spring....
mind caught  to tales of ancient honor,
finger tracing  vined thread of
silver-toned Elvish.  
 
Held fast,
held safe,
by the only Home he knew,
the only Home he wished for:
 
the past.
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He was destined for this.
 
As if he were forged himself,
 
his living body
set
against age-dead, unfleshed evil,
 
this task was meant for him.
 
And he,
for It.
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I could not See
what
the ending would be.
 
Some things are meant to be hidden,
even from the Wise.
 
I might have fallen,
myself,
had I known.....
 
I might have tried
to save him
from the forfeiture
that saved
us all.
 
it is well....
it is wise....
that some things
are hidden.
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How long he struggled,
with what strength he fought,
not even my Sight
reveals.
 
(My heart speaks to what Sight cannot)
 
We meet upon a different ground,
now....
 
His gentle mind,
that once
sang
to me of Spring,
rises like a blank wall
before me.
 
Is the spirit held within as scarred
as his hand?
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I gave you over.....
 
even though I loved you,
 
I surrendered you to death....
and worse than death....
 
yet hoped,
(ever hoped)
for life.
 
Unlooked for,
Hope remained,

Hope
held fast
to Light,
 
denied Darkness......
 
 
Hope endured.
 
Bronwe athan Harthad.
 
At the end of it all, as Light failed,
that was your name.
 
My dear hobbit,
 
it is of you what remains.

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Merry & Pippin:
 
Our Cousin.
 
Gentle dreamer,
scholar....
 
climber of trees.....
 
laughing leader
of missions
bent on naught
save the pilfering
of close-held mushrooms.....
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Do you know, Pip,
as we stood there,
so terribly small before the Gate,
and knew we were to
die,
 
I was not afraid.
 
Of a sudden,
I heard him,
heard
his voice,
from a summer long gone by,
 
his voice,
speaking soft
of Beren and Luthien
(and the stars held within heaven's net)
as I fell towards sleep.
 
I heard.....
I remembered....
and I was not afraid.
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I saw you, Merry,
in that last moment,
 
I saw you,
 
dark lying close
about your helm,
so small you might have been kneeling,
sword raised to
ward a blow which did not fall.
 
Clear, crystalline sunlight, then,
swifting in waves
from the East,
pulling the Dark from the sky,
falling like golden rain upon your face.....
 
My mind
fled
towards him
with joy.
 
I felt so proud, Merry.
 
And young....
I felt young again.
 
and small.

Very small,
within the wide circle
of the World.
 
Oh, Merry.

I just wanted to see him,
and hold him safe from the night
as he did for me,
when I was but a child.
 
I love him.
 
Dear old hobbit.
 
Our Cousin.

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Faramir (for Boromir)
 
There is a voice
missing
tonight,
Ringbearer,
 
a voice silenced
for  want
of that which you bore.
 
I told you, once:
 
I saw his final journey,
 
saw
the boat,
laden with Light.
 
He sailed the great River
that runs to the unending Sea...
 
the same Road
you shall take,
someday,
little one.
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What would he have
said,
if he but drew breath
this night?
 
As if his heart were
my own, I know:
 
He would have
knelt
and told you
he loved you.
 
Can you forgive him
that he loved
Gondor more?
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Legolas & Gimli:
 
How long and dark
the Road you walked.

Only one who had not
a clear view of the ending
might dare a path
forsaken by stars,
abandoned by leaf or whispering stone,
 
hidden from Light
and the voice of the wind.
 
Or, perhaps you saw the ending
all too well.

Like an image
twisting within
the  Lady's Glass….

all too well…..

all too ill.
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Now, Elendil,
you shall follow the Straight Path.
 
Elbereth shall guide you still,
 
Earendil's silver'd prow
mark
your passage to the paths
hidden beyond the Sun.

In that far green country we shall sing
together beneath the wakened Stars.     
 
Namarie, Iorhael.
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Fair words for fair times.
 
I have no fair words,
Little  Master.
 
No fair words,
nay,
not such as may match
your deeds.
 
Like unto rock you became:
unmoving,

unbroken
as the ancient bones of the very earth.
 
Veined with silver light.
 
Adamant.
 
Daur:
 
It sounds like the marrow of the mountains…..

it sounds like the hammers of dwarvish delving.
 
It shall be written in runes
upon the doors of my heart.
 
Daur.
 
Noble One.

 (Elf-friend)

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The Elf-stone:

The ancient, gull-winged
crown of kings
rests
upon my brow.

It speaks of roads
which  lead  from
(and to)
the Sea.

It speaks of you.

My mind travels back
along the narrow track of time.

It finds the room
in which we met.

Almost
I could laugh
at how you sought
to hide your fear,

almost
I could grieve
for the small innocence
venturing,
without regret,
into the Night.

Almost.

We are much alike,
Master Periannath.

Our uncertain hearts
were n'er so  bold.

Never bold,

only willing.  
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I am a King, now,

yet still

only a Ranger…
a wanderer of a long-fogotten line.

I am a King.

By the Sight which is granted me,
the circle of the World opens:
it Sings with joy
beneath the Sun,

Sings

beneath the darkling blanket
of the Moon.

Because of you,
for you,
it sings.

Even a mighty King may kneel.

Even a man,
grateful beyond words.

The Road you took
shall find its end
beyond the East:
 
Ernil en Annun,
Prince of the West,
I name you.

Into the West
our Hope
shall depart.
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Sam:

Such fine words.

Such large words

these folk have.

After a time,
such  become
naught
but sound.

Sound
without meaning.

I have
no  such words.

No.

None such at all.

They did not see you
as I did.

Blessedly,
they did not see,
or they would know:
there are  no words.

Broken
yet
terrible,

foul
yet
fair….

Face scribed
as much by the
torment
of the mountain
as by your own,
the small Light of your
spirit
flickering,
guttering ,
like the narrow
flame of  a candle
that has reached its end.

Near impossible it was
to hold to your hand…..

near impossible
to hold  
that last thread of you,
slipping away
(wishing to slip away)
into dark fire.

And now…….

I see again
that which they do not,

that which they can not.

I see
that which was there still,
even
at the the end of all things:

Light.

Like silver water

running

silent under the moon,

it falls from you…..

like the memory of stars held fast
in ancient skies,
it flows
from the crooked
beauty of your hand.

Frodo

I  see the Light,
shining
through
your hand.
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So many words.

Not a one of them
speak
as quick and quiet
as my heart can.

So many words.
 
In the end,
I may say all that matters,

all that needs saying,
with naught but six:

I love him,
whether or no.

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Frodo:

[Finish with the dream, Frodo]

With all my heart,
I wish I could,

with all my heart,
I wish it were
finished
with me.

[It is time, Frodo]
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The soft radiance of Light
playing
upon grey sails
fills my sight,

a wind alive with the Sea
lifts with the cries of gulls.

You must understand.

Please.

For me,
you must try.

What I did…..

what
we
did……

was only what we ought to have done.

I do not know regret.

But,
as certainly
as that Road
led to the Mountain,

this one follows the Sea.

As certainly as I walked
that path for you,

for us

this one I travel for me.

You will let me go,
I know,

you will let me go
into the Light.

As you love me,
you will,

as you love me,

you must.

Think of it
as just
a moment,

one
small

moment

in the great River
of time.
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Once again,
I bear a burden,

once again,

my head bows

with the weight of a promise given:

Forever,
I bear the glad burden

of your love,

and promise,

beyond the Light
which falls between us,

this is only fare-well,

only

Namarie

and
not

good-bye.