The Tale of Years :
The Great Years
3018
October 6th,
The camp under Weathertop attacked at night. Frodo wounded.
I dread the night
when there is no light
and the riders in black
come back.
Long ago on Amon Sul
I behaved like a fool.
Now I know that the pain
will remain.
The pale face of the king
The luring of the ring.
Ever after you maimed my life
cold knife.
Again I cannot use my arm
Though long ago has been that harm.
Will the sense of frozen cold in my side
ever abide ?
I thought I’ve been healed
The wound had been sealed.
Now I know that the pain
will remain.