This Precious Burden

For Eomer and Theodred

Gently, gently,
I bear his body home
My cousin, my brother,
The friend of my youth .

I feel him stir
There may still be hope left
However small,
While breath and life remain.

To Edoras,
Time enough for sorrow,
Though there be cause for it,
For he is found.

Simbelmynë waits
And will bloom over all
But now he lives,
This precious burden. 
- Orangeblossom Took