One Hobbit's Precious.......

Fourth Place Winner
LotR Object: Sam's pans

One Hobbit's Precious.......
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They are naught
but
blackened
bits
of metal
now.
 
My whole life
is there.
 
Batter'd
and
gentle'd
by long use,
their muted music
at my back
comforted me
many
a lonely mile.
 
Memories
creep
from the dull'd
roundness
of their faces:
 
Sweet fragranced
pipe-weed....
soft Elvish voices
drifting like autumn leaves
in silver'd dusk....
 
sword-play,
and the ousting
of a pipe-wielding
King
in shrouded
Hollin...
 
that last bit
of coney,
memory
flavored by bitter
herbs
and dreams...
dreams
of crushing, grey-legged mountains......
 
.......
 
and now......
 
now
they lay,
blinking
darkly....
held,
round-inside-round,
by the ring
of this pit.
 
We
will not need
them
anymore.
 
Will we?
 
A hand,
cold
with fear
and darkness,
grasps
mine.
 
Knowing eyes
gaze
into the far-away
darkness
upon which they rest.
 
A sigh
of soft
Elvish
bids them
farewell.
 
They are naught
but
blackened bits
of metal ....
 
just bits,
bits
of life....
 
my life....
yours......
 
I cannot
let
him
touch,
anymore,
our lives,
 
these blackened bits.....
 
my pans.....
 
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.....is another hobbit's pans.