Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| All He'd Wanted |
For all--my birthday mathom to all of you! (Admittedly a bit late!) Written for the LOTR Community Poetry Challenge. |
He'd always wished an oliphaunt, An oliphaunt, an oliphaunt, He'd always wished an oliphaunt, An oliphaunt to see. At last he saw an oliphaunt, Great oliphaunt, grey oliphaunt, In Ithilien an oliphaunt To the forest running free. He'd wished to take his Rosie-lass, His Rosie-lass, sweet Rosie-lass, He'd wished to wed his Rosie-lass And have her for his wife. And so he wed his Rosie lass, Sweet Rosie-lass, dear Rosie-lass, And was kissed so by his Rosie- lass She bound him to this life. He'd wished to serve his Master dear, Kind Master dear, wise Master dear, He'd wished to ward his Master dear To keep all cares at bay. And so he'd followed his Master dear Through empty lands both wild and drear; And saved him from the heart of Fear And brought him yet living away. He'd ever feared the waters deep With depths of cold where dead might sleep. So he skirted e'er the waters deep, Avoiding them when he could. But his Master crossed the waters deep In search of Peace, his soul to keep. Yes, his Master crossed the waters deep, And even grief could be good. He'd never thought to be the Mayor Or in Shire's power to be a player, In governance to have a say, for That was for those above. But his Master'd had a plan for Sam to be lord of the manor. Sam as Mayor does what he can for The land they both so love. And when Rosie's gone her way He, too, shall ride toward the West one day, And from Mithlond's stony quay Shall seek that distant shore. On his own grey ship to ride Across the shining, shifting tide He will come at last to Frodo's side And see his friend once more. And with all tears at long last dried They'll think to rest now side by side, Off'ring up their lives with pride Beneath the light of stars. Into greater Light they'll soar And all they've loved will be restored. Ne'er again to want for more. Nothing their bliss to mar! |