All right, if you want me to post a couple poems, i will.
(To tell the truth, i like doing it--i just don't want to force my work on people.
) I think I've posted this first one before...somewhere on the forum...anyway, it's about my "meeting" Frodo in a dream--like i said before, i only imagined it, didn't really dream it. I like this song, though.
The other two aren't as much in that catagory, except in that they're from my own point of view (not a character's) and they're about Frodo. The second song I'm posting is as if i were standing at the Grey Havens along with Sam, Merry and Pippin, watching Frodo sail. The third is actually written to Rosie, about our respective loves.
Dawn Dream
At the break of the day, as we stand in the Dawn,
I will sing with the Sun at her rising:
On a high-lifted hill, neath a sky silver wan,
You will know you're the light of my prizing!
Ever more I will sing--let us wing to Bright-heaven:
Arda's glades cannot keep those who leap to the sky!--
On this shore, all our song can't belong, deeply graven:
Endor fades--all is white--dearest light, let us fly!
With a silvery song, see the Star of the Morn--
Like the light of my heart, she is singing:
Like that spark, you're my star, as the shadows are shorn,
And for you in the light I am winging!
Let us seek for the West--there to rest, lost from Ambar:
Middle-earth we forsake--billows break, white with foam--
Worn and weak, Earth may fall--yet her all, we'll remember--
On the Firth, starlight gleams--lost in dreams, let us roam!
Like a wind of the sky, winged child of Light,
You and I were not born for this waning:
Let us wing through the stars as a gleam silver-white,
Where the mist glimmers grey, softly raining--
Let us rise--long we pass silver glass, bright and blissful:
Watch the Dawn set her light on the white Mountain-tine!--
To the skies--Valmar's bell--Earth's farewell, wan and wistful:
Sunrise yon glimmers far--Elvenstar, let us shine!
Evening Deepens Down
Evening deepens down to Night
For us here on mortal Earth--
But westward beckons silver light
To vessel grey on starlit firthe:
West lie countries fair and free,
With Sunrise swift to skies above:
Fair folk pass from sorrow's lee--
And with them sails one I love.
He returns from Shadow's door--
Wounded deep and sorrowclad:
He goes to heal on timeless shore,
And for him now my heart is glad:
Yet those countries ever blest
Seem to me as would my home:
How I long to sail West--
To dwell there under Varda's dome!
Forbidden are veils of silver glass--
But apart for one I love they'll flow:
The Keepers and the Bearers pass,
And on with them I cannot go:
The Westward Road is not yet mine,
And there is joy, while Earth I roam:
Yet call me when the wavetops shine--
For one day I will journey home.
The Morn and the Evening
You've chosen the Morning--the gold of the Sun--
And all shall rejoice when the day is begun:
Yet I chose the Evening--the light of the Star--
A beauty in darkness no shadow may mar:
Light-hearted, we sing in the Spring of the World--
And all Summer's glory will soon be unfurled:
Yet Evening must pass in a silver twilight--
The Evening Star glimmers, a dream far and white.
With silvery singing, the Dawn woke my heart--
Ethereal joy met the Day's blissful start:
But twilight is come, and the Hither Shore fades,
And starlight is brighter in Elvenhome's glades:
My Evening Star passes where nothing shall wane--
Where Dawn breaks the curtain of sivery rain:
On Earth's shore I stand at the closing of day,
And watch as an Elvenship bears him away.
The Star-folk are passing--to you comes the Dawn:
Bid welcome the Sun when the shadows are gone!
May your days be given all I could have had--
I wistfully wish that your heart shall be glad:
For you are the maiden beloved of Morn--
Of laughter and hope that shall never grow worn:
But here in the twilight I'll wander and sing,
And fly to the starlight by numinous wing.
Now back to topic...
Would a selfish person give up everything they had to save a world that they couldn't enjoy anymore? NO! But a brave and honorable and selfsacrificing and loving person would. Frodo. Frodo did it. Frodo is a truly amazing and remarkable hobbit.
Sorry. I can get overly excited and pasionate about LOTR. Especially Frodo. You should have seen me rebuking this one girl in another thread because she called Frodo a cry baby....... yeah. Ok. I'm done. 
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I love you anyways. Sometimes people call me Tinuviel instead of TT. It makes me feel special. 
, only kidding, ok i won't advertise...Sorry club
LOL. Just kidding. I really do love your poems though. And I can tell that you love posting your stuff. You're proud of it. And you have every right to be. I'd be proud too if I wrote stuff like that. So you're not forcing your work on me at all. I enjoy it! I'm sure Frodo would love them if you read them to him. And who knows, maybe you'll get to someday? Stranger things have happened. You just have to keep hoping.........
Thanks, btw! 
Of course, he seems to like pretty much everything that fans give him, you know, so...anyway. The thought's still a bit...'butterfly-ish'. In the stomach area. 
