The Departure of Samwise into the West

by Nomad1420

The silent hill stood lonely in the dimness of the eve
When master Samwise Gamgee left in search of Havens Grey
His Rosie had departed since, and longing for reprieve
He slowly walked along the road, remembering the way

His mind began to drift to pleasant images he’d seen
Recalling friendships past and wondering where they had gone
He thought of Elrond’s valley and Lothlorien’s many greens
While traveling down the road beneath a melancholy dawn

‘Twas there midway into his journey, sounds came from behind
Of horses wildly galloping and voices clear in song
He turned and then his eyes began to well for in his mind
He much desired to see his friends before his journey long

Then two ponies came around the corner at a trot
‘Twas Merry Brandybuck and Pippin Took in grand array
They both came riding up to Samwise for whom they had sought
And to his great delight they fellowshipped with him that day

“Young Frodo lad had tipped us off that you were leaving us,”
Said Pippin with a glare that would have made an Uruk shrink
The three embraced and laughed and cried, they walked until the dusk
Then sat upon the roadside, made a fire and shared a drink.

They didn’t speak of victories or losses or of war
They spoke no word about the pains they suffered in the past
They reminisced and Sam would often quote some elvish lore
They talked about the harvest and if Autumn’s cool would last

They simply, and in hobbit fashion, spoke of hobbit life
They pondered on the quality of next year’s weed and beer
Would Rosie lass accept and become Bingo Proudfoot’s wife?
Then Sam began to weep for he would miss those things so dear

They all were weary from the walk and drifted off to sleep
The new moon hung above them and the stars shone clear and bright
They dreamed of towers and of battles, waters dark and deep
For still their memories held terrors darker than the night

But morning light began to shine, forgotten dreams all gone
Without a word they packed and headed down the Elvish road
And finally before them stood the Havens in the dawn
A white ship gleaming beckoned Sam and there Samwise abode

The ship passed out of sight and took the Straight Way to the west
Then Merry stared and Pippin wept but smiles stood on their face
They mounted two young ponies, singing songs and making jest
Pippin spurred his pony on then, picking up the pace.

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Folly’s Last Stand

by The Grey Elf

Feverish wiles
crackle in a sulfurous brain

Flesh flambé
excites hunger unreined

Flickery tongue
gloats with red-hot barbs tormenting

Flaming ego
fuels a pyro’s spleen

Fracking rages
mine the faults of a kingdom cold

Ferreous scales
hide a heart of gold

Filthy riches
possess a blood-anointed king

Forbidding oaths
fly on gargoyle wings

Fate’s arrow
pricks like lightning and burns a mortal brand

Fabled pride
snuffs out at
Folly’s last stand

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“Witness of My Dreams”

by Lady Arwen

In Valinor , up in Elerrína’s green
from above I stare down at Middle-Earth
There by the wind I honor the world beneath
with a breath I feel my home of birth.

Home, home of the love inside me
home of my eternal being
All the things I believe…

O’ Nénar , O’ Soronúmë , my Elven stars
back to my world , Elvenhome I returned
With teary eyes I touch flowers and the leaves,
enchanted by the magic being reborned.

Being, being of the Eldar
Being of the folken-Star
As it was my memories …

Singing and dancing by the Lórellin
The leaves on the water , the faces in light
Rána and the Stars covering all over the land
And the Valar watching, over the Music bright.

Music, Music of the Creation of Arda
Music of Manwë and Aulë and Varda
All the Ainúr who sang the Song…

Then I heard there of Ilúvatar The One
“Behold! Give this witness to those thee trust
Sing them the song of the Glory of the Elves
And make them belive they will never be lost.“

Witness is, witness of all you dreamed
Witness is, your fate as it deemed
forever with Eärendil…

Then all the Land stood silent
And the Elves ended their song
I woke with wonder, and my witness
was a Silmaril from the Ages of long.

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A Song of the Silven Elves

by Ari

Oh wooded lands beneath the stars
Tall and calm and cool you are
Of peace and green are your tales made
While we sit joyfully in your glades
Dancing, singing under leaf
Playfully forgetting grief
Forest strong and safe are you
And under your shade we are too

Thanks to Vana for singing woods
For within them all is good
Old and kind and stern and wise
Drying our tears when we cry
Keepers of our ancient ways
There until the end of days

We are the wood’s nearest kin
And we’ll live our lives within
Oh forest great that holds our hearts
May our souls and wishes never part

For we see as bound to heart to trunk
Until we leave for first and last
We will remember your love when all is past

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“Durin’s Lament”

by Hali Ravenhammer

The Final Words of Durin’s Sons

From Fili to Kili
My brother dearest
I’ve always watched
We shared can never be forgot
Over you as you breathed in life T
The memories made and laughs
My brother I’ve never known
One whom I’ve protected so
To guard and guide you was my purpose
And it’s that to which I’ve failed
Sweet younger brother
Can you not hear the cries that surround you?
Can you not move?
Just once more and be with me until I find peace.
I will find you again
My baby brother
My soul departs to seek for you and now
My body shall die
Please wait for me brother.
I’ll be there soon Kili.

From Kili to Fili
Elder brother of mine
To say that you failed hurts me so
Twas never your fault what befell me
So of course I forgive you
Brother you sheltered me
Held my hand and was my guide to a better place
You never left my side and
I never wished to be torn from you
My brother you stayed and watched over me
Until I fell asleep
And it’s in this endless slumber
In which I shall see you again
I can hear the cries and they pain me
My brother I cannot reach out but
I am here till you’re by my side again
And I will always wait for you
My sweet Fili
Rest now and join me once more

From Thorin to his Boys
My lads I saw your first breaths
I saw your first smiles
I saw as your bond formed before me
And knew that you were both my kin
To know that you’ve died to defend me
Is the saddest thing I’ve ever felt
To know it was I who forced the life from you
For my selfish desires, shames me more than I can say
As my body weakens
I think of our short time together
I was there for your births
For your hardships
And our happy times
And now I embrace you both into my strong arms
And weep for you
Forever more
Here at our end
Durin’s finale came today
And our line to it’s lament
I join you my kinsman
In the peace of our halls
Rest now
My soldiers, my company, my kin, my sons

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Asunder

by thel-thalion

Go, if you must.
Bid by your wilful streak,
The stronger the mast,
The swifter the swan-necked ship.

You have grown bold
Far in the Southern lands.
Go, as foretold,
Sparing no backward glance.

Long have you stood,
Kindly devoid of grief,
Far from the woods
Shedding their crumpled leaves.

Go. An in passion
I will not hinder you,

However swift and willing to forget
You seem your home, your legacy, even your cradle-bed.
As dainties thrown to hungry lapping tides –
Your friends, your crown, your liberty. Not mine!

Do you believe the very Gods you seek
Know not your fatal flaws? The list runs deep.

I did not err, no, I am not to blame.
But you, whom I shan’t call by any name,
Betrayed my trust. Now leaves as you designed,
Set sail across the wistful silver tide.

Your days are numbered long, but I can wait
Until your thirst for Eden’s bliss is slaked.
Then in the light you’ll hunger for my gloam,
The forest’s caverns moist at fading dawn,
Where I will ever dwell in halls below.
Forget my hasty words.
Forgive me.
Go.

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Son of Gondor

by Beleg the Wanderer

Oh Boromir, I long for you,
My warrior prince is gone away,
Long am I searching for you,
But never will you come
Riding from the dark.

Boromir! Boromir!
My tall prince of strength!
Tall and white!
My warrior prince has gone
Riding in the dusk.

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The Elf’s Lament

by Royaleisia the Strong

Farewell, my dearest Middle-earth!
The chill wind blows to me
A message: I must go.

My people all are leaving;
This is no longer home.
It is full of memories.

The Men have taken over.
We are no longer needed,
Not even remembered.

We steal through the woodlands.
The chill wind blows to us
The message: we must go.