Thoughts of Frodo
I know my deed is done but will I live to see the changes?
I had thought to return, but hope has lost me.
I hear a cry, a gust of wind.
Wings flap above me.
I find a thread of hope left in me.
I hear them calling me.
I hear, the eagles are coming the eagles are coming.
Swooping down as warriors of the sky.
Taking me to where I do not know.
Creatures of light.
Gently lifting me from the rock.
I in their claws, leaving the fire, the despair.
I see the light and drift into hope, I had lost.
Still hearing, the eagles are coming,the eagles are coming.