Villanelles - Kaybaggins

Amon-Sul

I hear their whispers when they call
Their faces cloud my sight
I wish for hope so I’ll not fall

Once these kings lived in their golden hall
Leaders of men in their armor bright
I hear their whispers when they call

The Witch King once proud and tall
Can I make what is wrong now right
I wish for hope so I’ll not fall

I pull away and my hand grows pall
With sword and fire will the Ranger fight
I hear their whispers when they call

Am I strong enough to put up a wall
I watch in shadow Strider’s might
I wish for hope so I’ll not fall

The blade pierces me and I crawl
Poison entering as a snake’s bite
I hear their whispers when they call
I wish for hope so I’ll not fall



The Tower of Cirith Ungol

How many orcs would it be he slew?
Never once he gave cause to refrain
A friend of Frodo and ever true.

In awe of fireworks red and blue
A simple gardener, no airs, just plain
How many orcs would it be he slew?

Past the Watchers with her light he flew
And all about the orcs lay slain
A friend of Frodo and ever true.

Along the journey his courage grew
His first instinct was not to trust the Dunedain
How many orcs would it be he slew?

To see his master’s hurt would never do
And for a time he bore Isuldur’s Bane
A friend of Frodo and ever true.

The see again the morning dew
The freedom of the Shire he would gain
How many orcs would it be he slew?
A friend of Frodo and ever true.



The Mirror of Galadriel

In the Mirror of Galadriel what did she see?
Shadows of time, mists in the winds, stars in the sky,
Things that were, things that are, and things yet to be.

The fate of the ringbearer, not fully seen by she,
Bearer of Nenya, Ring of Adamant, of the Elven high,
In the Mirror of Galadriel, what did she see?

Sam’s mirrored vision, showed Bagshot Row’s felled trees,
There is devilry at work in the Shire, said Sam with a sigh,
Things that were, things that are, and things yet to be.

For Frodo the mirror changed from empty to misty
And in its depths slowly grew a terrible eye.
In the Mirror of Galadriel, what did she see?

Do not fear the threat of the Dark Lord’s dread army,
For it is uncertain where all paths lie,
Things that were, things that are, and things yet to be.

The quest hangs in a balance, the fate of us all on he,
To cast the ring in fire, and who will remain and who will die.
In the Mirror of Galadriel, what did she see?
Things that were, things that are, and things yet to be.



Gimli, Son of Gloin – A Villanelle

Friend of the Mirkwood Elf and Gondorian King,
True-hearted dwarf with axe in hand will now take heed.
Bravery to the Fellowship this dwarf now brings.

Gimli son of Gloin sets out with eight and the ring.
To guard the ringbearer named Frodo is his creed.
Friend of the Mirkwood Elf and Gondorian King.

When slaying orcs, Gimli’s mighty axe seems to sing.
Unsteady he may seem when riding on a steed.
Bravery to the Fellowship this dwarf now brings.

At Helm’s Deep he blew the horn at the sun’s rising.
As the Rohan King commanded his charges’ lead,
Friend of the Mirkwood Elf and Gondorian King.

Fighting side by side with Frodo and his sword Sting,
But stopping long enough to grab a taste of mead,
Bravery to the Fellowship this dwarf now brings.

Willing to fight the Nazgul that might be circling,
Tall and mighty he stands as an unbending reed,
Friend of the Mirkwood Elf and Gondorian King,
Bravery to the Fellowship this dwarf now brings.



Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood

Through loss and grief this elven prince proudly stood
True-hearted friend of dwarf and the one true king
Legolas, Son of Thranduil, Prince of Mirkwood

Fighting in Khazud-dum as much as he could
Protecting Frodo, heir bearer of the ring
Through loss and grief this elven prince proudly stood

Hearing a lament to Gandalf he mournfully stood
In Lothlorien what would the morning bring?
Legolas, Son of Thranduil, Prince of Mirkwood

For Boromir, the ring’s lure couldn’t be withstood
Pierced and felled with orc arrows feeling their sting
Through loss and grief this elven prince proudly stood

Chasing after Merry and Pippin he did not brood
Hope in his heart, his elven bow ready to sing
Legolas, Son of Thranduil, Prince of Mirkwood

The victory at Helm’s Deep was paid in blood
But from such grisly battle, hope would now spring
Through loss and grief this elven prince proudly stood
Legolas, Son of Thranduil, Prince of Mirkwood


Eowyn, Lady of Rohan – A Villanelle

Tall and beautiful, a profile set in stone,
The last rays of day shine on her chiseled face,
Full of pride and strong, not meant to stand alone.

Daughter of Rohan, she rode apart from everyone.
Disguising herself as Dernhelm, she kept up the pace,
Tall and beautiful, a profile set in stone.

Defying the foul Nazgul, arm shattered to the bone,
This fearless warrior, felt the brunt of his mace,
Full of pride and strong, not meant to stand alone.

Child of kings, fair but terrible, she uttered not a moan.
Bright steel blade in hand, cloving the Witch King’s head from its base,
Tall and beautiful, a profile set in stone.

From a sleep of dark dreams, the King called her home,
But the death of the Lord of the Mark, she could not erase.
Full of pride and strong, not meant to stand alone.

The Steward of the Tower, a shieldmaiden’s heart he won.
The White Lady now comes, with presence and grace.
Tall and beautiful, a profile set in stone,
Full of pride and strong, not meant to stand alone.


- Kaybaggins