Riding Homeward

- Lothithil

The white city is behind us
Elessar is securely on his throne
With fair words he farewelled us
To go on to the land that is our own

My pony follows the winding path
That others lead us on
We stop at every likely spot
To camp on field or lawn

As we ride, our numbers shrink
The Fellowship is sundered
With promises to meet again
Will that ever happen, I wonder?

We ride along the curve of the land
Until only we four are left
The wizard is last to bid us goodbye
Of Gandalf, I am again bereft

Riding west, it feels so right
But too soon I am halted
To Eresseä, let me continue
To seek diamond shores and clean sky vaulted

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