From Ashes

- Mrs. Frodo
Fire, fumes and horror all around....

O small one, clawing ashy ground,
ears deaf to all but fearful sound
of evil’s leaping flame....

The board is set; the die is cast.
The work of goodness turns at last:
a halfling’s mercy fixes fast
the last move of the game.

The way of light leads through deep night,
Ring-bearer. All that fills your sight––
vast Abyss-depths and Maia might––
will shudder at your name.