legovanan
well me and connie officially both need 2 c shrinks. i am going 2 write another poem freestyle, tho i am not wholly inspired right now. itz not gonna rhyme, and it probably won't have rhythm. itz just straight off my head. again, itz about LOTR, but instead of a lament for Gondor, it shall be a lament for Middle-Earth as a whole. connie contributed alot on this. she gets credit 2. we make an AWESOME team, almost as good as Fran Walsh and Phillippa Boyens.

A place my eyes shall never see
If only my dreams were real,
Then there you would be
Waiting for me, across the Sea

With good hobbits
Lovers of peace
Old Toby, Longbottom Leaf
Dwelling in their holes

Hobbiton. Buckland.
The Shire, lusciously green

Frodo, son of Drogo
was of this pleasant race
He traveled long and hard
Into the very fires of Mordor, Oroduin

The Fair Folk
Their golden hair, clear voices
ringing through the woods fair
Gazing at Valacirca, Lady Varda's stars shine bright

Rivendell. Lothlórien.
Fair havens of the Firstborn.

Legolas, son of Thranduil
Prince of Elven Mirkwood lush
One of the Nine Walkers
Fought with his bow, with his friends

Alas, Middle-Earth, you are lost to me
No matter how real the dream,
It is but a dream
Yet forever in my heart, thou shalt be

Men of Gondor, take up the call
Fair of face and proud,
Tall to behold
Riding to war, to the Shadow

Osgiliath, river city once fair
Minas Tirith, regally rise in the distance

Faramir, younger son of Denethor
Never loved, yet happiness found
In Eowyn of Rohan
Doing his duty, fighting for his City

Storming across the plains
Rohirrim, never tiring on their horses
Brave in war, light in hair
Fulfilling Oath of Eorl, aid of Gondor

Edoras, your golden Hall stands tall
Helm's Deep, saving your people from fall

Ai, Shieldmaiden, Eowyn fair
Made of ice and steel
Fear of cages drove you to the plains of the Pelennor
Earning glory, slay the Witch King

To Fangorn, where the treeherders reside
"Roum. Roum," they come
Older than all, save the Firstborn
The Ents, shepherds of the forests

Treebeard, Fangorn he is known
Old friend of Mithrandir, new with Halflings
Destroyed Isengard, the rock and stone
Nature will have dominion.

Across the Sea
Cirdan, shipwright, the last ship sails
Eressea! The Lonely Isle.
Eternal bliss, the Fair Folk dwell

Alas, these eyes shall never see
Middle-Earth, your lands and peoples
These eyes shall never look upon the Sea
These eyes shall never see Elven forests
These eyes shall never lay upon the flag
Waving brilliantly in the wind
Minas Tirith, in the distance
These eyes shall never see
Middle-Earth, fair Middle-Earth
Alas, you are lost to me