[I don't usually write much on this page, but tonight 4 U, I thought I might share this rough draft that is itching to get out]
"Safe & Sound"
I've journeyed many leagues
and countless fortnight's on this quest.
Through the depths of ruin & despair;
searching the shadows of Misty Mountain lands.
Looking for a heart so pure;
worthy of an Elven princesses hand so fair.
Often the soft voice of her beating heart,
was what kept me safe & sound through Mordor's night.
When one perilous night,
By the might of an axe my life was spared;
from Ringwraith's wrapped in black.
Kindred by the name of Durin
was the noble dwarfs fame,
who wielded that weapons name.
Later that night by the fire,
we talked while passing a Hobbit's pipe.
He told me he once knew of a love so true,
but grabbed at his chest l, while his heart sunk
and face grew dim.
He revealed it had been severed by the hands of Sauron none the less.
Reaching down deep from his breast,
he pulled out an ornament and handed it me.
Forged from the finest mithril he promised;
so strong it could never be broke.
He asked that I take it since is true love was long lost.
And with that I saw a tear run down the blade of his axe.
I put my arm around him and said "Dwarves don't cry my friend."
To which he looked up with a grim reply and said; "it's only a bit of rain you see, fallen on this blade good man."
And with a final toke of that Hobbit's smoke and a swig of the finest ale;
I told him not to worry, I would tell no other tale.
Returning to the knees of Rivendell,
I felt myself at peace as I drove to Elrond's hall.
In his private council I did press,
to which he inquired the meaning of this?
Saying nothing as I approached...
...and stood in solemn earnest at Arwens' feet.
And on bended knee, with head down low,
I lay down the sword of Anduril, and offer to her this heart of true-silver! Stronger than pure than gold.
[Maybe I should have capled it " Tell You Why"?]