Decisions
Blue birds sing, wind chimes ring,
As I walk through the valleys of the Shire.
I drink some ale, hear an old tale,
And watch the time pass by.

It gets late; I empty my plate,
And start on the path to Bag End.
When I go back home, I’ll be all alone.
In that house it's dark and empty.

I open the door as the clock strokes four.
I look around. "Is anyone there?"
In my head I hear cries, but I close my eyes.
I try to get some sleep.

There was a hand on my shoulder.
I try to look over, and I see Gandalf standing there.
He tells me I must leave, but this is hard for me.
This has been my home for so long.

I hold in my possession,
a ring of many questions.
"Sam will accompany you.
This is the task you must do."

We walk to a clearing surrounded by trees.
The bright sun is all that I see.
As I watch him ride away,
It gently shines on my face.

Sam looks me in the eye.
My throat turns dry.
I turn my back to the Shire,
And walk towards the Eye of Fire.

Fate’s Beginnings
In the forests of the elven realm,
There walked a mortal man.
His mind was poised on pleasant thoughts,
And glimpses of a distant land.

A graceful scent, its sweet array,
Began to close him in.
When he knew not where he walked,
His feet followed the wind.

As he began to sing a song,
Softly to the trees,
His voice was carried throughout,
And mind was left at ease.

An elven maiden passed him by,
Who seemed to him a dream.
"Tinúviel, Tinúviel!" he cried.
She smiled, turning back to him.

Dark hair swayed in the breeze,
With eyes like silver gems.
Her beauty she possessed freely,
And her trailing dress of elven hem.

The smile that lit her fair face,
Greeted this mortal man.
The divinity she once grasped,
Soon left to take his hand.

 
The Fight of the Rohirrim
Hope: a word without meaning.
Had they now all gone astray?
Wistful thoughts, stirring deep,
Temptation to betray.

But hope they kept until the day,
Their troubles became known.
The spell lifted with a single phrase,
As water drifts over stone.

Their king revived and faith reformed,
A discovery of false trust,
Sieged within a wall of doubt.
Could they punish the unjust?

Strength was not the answer here.
Surely hatred would suffice.
With a touch of anger and of fear,
They would pull through the night.

Armed weakly with the dullest blades,
Draped mail over curly brown hair,
Fright was found in those soft blue eyes,
Such courage possessed was rare.

Between them and death stood only stone,
A foreshadow of their coming fight,
Rain thudded against the slates of steel,
The sky swallowed whole the light.

Night-breaking howls filled soldier's ears,
As their own commands were said.
Chiming off the hollow ground,
Pikes and swords adorned in red.

Courage? What was courage now,
But a word of unthinkable jest?
The beasts began a silent vow,
Beating hands across their chests.

Looking down upon the darkest plain,
Nightmares could not compare,
A small boy then closed his eyes,
And open them, he would not dare.

The sounds alone were far too close,
In the distant battle, his friends fell.
The only purpose this boy served,
Was to defend his comrades well.

 
For Death
I look up from the ground
My courage cannot be found
I hold out my spear
Wishing I have nothing to fear
I watch as the enemy prepares
With all the patience I can bear
From the distance I hear my king
The trumpets of Rohan break out and sing
I may be riding to my doom
But my brave spirit will still loom
And what better way to breathe my last breath
Then to say our victory was because of "DEATH!!"

Paths of the Dead
The journey continues, darkness fills the road.
They have on their shoulders a heavy load.
Dust swirls through the dry, coarse air.
A crevice in the rock is the door to the lair.

"The way is shut" the door post reads,
Yet they pass on through as they follow the lead,
And as darkness closes all three of them in,
Ghosts crawls up their legs, making them cringe.

Seeing deep through the dark,
Cursing howls, hollow barks.
"Release us" whispers sway with hoarse breath,
But they only reply "I do not fear death."

A raspy voice comes out of the breeze,
Telling them that now they cannot leave.
"Fight for us. Let your oath be repaid."
The dead do not listen and turn heads away.

Stumbling to get out of the skull-like cave,
Feeling frustration, fear, exhaustion and pain.
Now cities were burning in and out of sight.
The dead from behind whisper to them "We fight."

 
Shieldmaiden's Valor
Awoken from a horrid dream,
That told her very fate.
Though the darkness, long it seemed,
Came from a world of hate.

No happy ending could there be,
For such a hopeless tale,
But faith came home for her to see,
And now she would not fail.

This daughter of kings, whose very heart,
Filled with courage that could not be broken.
Determined she was from the very start,
And whose words were meant to be spoken.

Hard and long her journey was,
Thinking to her doom she rode,
But cared little did she because,
Her spirit would sore home.

At the hour when sky grew dark and gray,
A pale light in her eyes was there still.
Drawing her sword it caught the suns rays,
Her cry heard throughout the hills.

Quest of valor was now fulfilled,
Though heart heavy with sorrow.
Looking back on the day that she had killed,
She awaits what comes of tomorrow.
 
Shores of the Grey Havens
The ships are now ready
The water is still steady
Yet my heart lies on the shore

On the horizon I set my sight
The sky is pure, full of light
The white gulls call
This world is so small
Must I always be torn in two?

Stay here upon these shores
Or let my soul freely sore?
I must decide. My old life or a new

The sun will set
My journey ends, and yet
I think I must end as well

Good-bye world I once knew
Good-bye to where my spirit once flew
I do not leave you for no reason at all
I must go before my world falls

To sail to the Undying lands
Until I reach the waters sands
To live my life no more in fear
I will not say a word, nor will I shed a tear

As for my friends
I leave you now
But it is not the end
Though we may not meet again
We will have the memories forever
Of the times we spent together
Do not weep for me, my friends
This world will heal and it will mend
 
Waiting with Hope
Her beauty and elegance fill the air
The wind blows through her silky brown hair
The fair, golden scent sweeps the leaves from the ground
But on her face she wears a sorrowful frown
A light once seemed to glow around her face
Though that light seems to dim as she looses her grace
Her feet once danced on the cobblestone
She keeps hope, for the fate of the world is unknown
She lies on the ground and looks up at the stars
Never giving up hope, yet it seems so far...
She sits on the steps of the place she calls home
Awaiting the day she will no longer be alone
 
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