What Is Precious

- Lothithil

Doing what I must do
A soft soul who never knew a care
The soil of the Shire I have turned with my hands
But never shed a drop of blood or sweat
Still it is precious to me

Evil is devouring the world
Gnawing upon the bread of the earth
I see and hear the fear of it
Though I have never known such a thing
All darkness in the Shire is melted by the Sun

Here there are those who do not believe in evil
Having never known anything but goodness
But how can I not act on this threat
I know in my heart that the Shadows will come
If by my effort I can spare the Shire
Then whatever sacrifice I can make is worth it

As long as the Shire is safe, I will always have a home. That is precious to me.