Hope and Light by Kara's Aunty

Disclaimer – Lord of the Rings is owned by J.R.R. Tolkien, his family, New Line cinema, etc . I have written this (ahem) ‘ode’ purely for my own enjoyment - and hopefully Aunty Anne’s!

A wee poem for Antane, who’s mad about Frodo and Sam (in a good way!).

Outside the land of Mordor bleak

Where War its havoc did greatly wreak

The new King waited, pale and fraught

Still weary from the battle fought

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Unheard of Victory he did claim

All Men and Elves rejoiced his name!

Though glad of this he could not be

‘Til two brave Hobbits he could see

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But lo! Behold! What caught his eye?

What soared above in clearing sky?

The Eagles great he could behold

With Heroes clasped in tender fold

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On field of blood, released their grasp

The King he gave a dreadful gasp

For tender flesh and Hobbit skin

A truly wicked state were in!

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The Wizard White and King did carry

These precious two, they could not tarry!

They swiftly ran across the field

For they would see the Hobbits healed

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So evil! All the horrors seen

So dreadful had their journey been!

That noble King must plead and pray

With Heroes souls that they should stay

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They must not leave! They cannot go!

Faithful Sam and his Frodo

Such bright souls not these lands depart

And leave him to his broken heart

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He battled on for many hours

Soothed deep despairs with Kingly powers

And moved by their friend’s desperate plea

To Death’s kind arms they did not flee

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With noble King they would remain

Despite their hurts, the guilt, the pain

The Elessar with joy did weep!

And placed them in a restful sleep

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For two long weeks they slumbered so

Bodies healing, Lights aglow

So bright that King and Elves could see

The presence of true Royalty

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Once awake the crowds did sing!

For Heroes brought before the King

Great salutations did he raise:

Praise them! Praise them with great Praise!

(c) Kara’s Aunty