Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| Companions Nine |
Author's Note: If the rhyme and meter seem familiar on this piece, it is because it was patterned on the Dwarf song from 'An Unexpected Party' (chapter one) in The Hobbit. |
| The fellowship, companions nine To reach dark gates the plan’s design We must be bold, though hearts grow cold Yet in us ever trust does shine. Gilraen’s Hope, Isildur’s heir A legacy, this age to bear To right the wrong, of kin long gone While shattered sword and dreams repair. In secret keeping, life secured Then trained to serve, each task endured To sculpt and mold, the one foretold That mankind’s future be assured. Heir to steward, but no King’s man To bend your knee, was not your plan To know this thing, gave strength to Ring Which stole from you what reason can. Oh son of Gondor, captain brave You ventured nigh your land to save With body breached, Orc arrows leeched Your noble blood upon the grave. Dark ring-bearer, deep rent by woe So many miles you’ve vowed to go You did not ask, for this dark task But deepest courage you still show. At Amon Hen, you slipped away The Fellowship you feared to slay All on your own, you tried alone But faithful courage could not sway. Loyal servant, protector, friend You’ll toil with him until the end To guard his back, he’ll never lack While to his heart you must attend. To bear and haul, protect and feed Anticipating every need You’ll struggle on, though trust be gone That in the quest you can succeed. Noble cousin, by kin’s blood bound You give him succor, keep him sound No vows to swear, you’ll follow where Fate’s fickle hand would draw you round. Youngest hobbit, no courage lack Not even Elf lord held you back You bared your heart, at journey’s start You’ll go or tie up in a sack. Two young halflings, their lives up heaved A comrade’s fall both faced and grieved, Then to great lords, they swore their swords And bitter death both nigh received. Such fervent ones the Shirelings four Fate flung them through dark peril’s door With faith to share, this quest they’ll bear And show us what’s worth fighting for. Oh Mithrandir, the Pilgrim grey Where you have gone, no one can say In Moria’s gloom, you faced your doom Consumed by fire life burned away. Yet forth from darkness soul did steal As aching hearts in pain reveal On eagle wings, our hope he brings And drives us on, with new born zeal. Unlikely comrades Dwarf and Elf Their kin-fed hatred purged from self Friends joined in strife, their bond for life In truth there is no greater wealth. Mirkwood archer, dark Greenwood’s child Steadfast and calm, yet fierce and wild You followed strong, yet by the song Of white gulls was your heart beguiled. Lord of caverns, and Elf-friend sworn To trees and forest, heart reborn You guard us well, fierce foes to fell With evil blood ax to adorn. Now night’s ahead and home behind We tread dark paths that wend and wind No comfort sought, in miles hard fought There is no warmth or rest to find. ‘Til when at last our journey ends To home and hearth, we’ll draw my friends With lowered head, we’ll mourn our dead While to heart’s grief our life attends. |