Words beneath a dappled sky

Chalice tipp'd, crushed lily-bud,
Spilling your gold among the blood,
To lay, a time unseeing.

For Eowyn, both her courageous stand over the dying Theoden and the war she fought in the heart.

Stand
( Behold the honour of this house! )
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Daughter of Kings
( A winter-bourne lily, you were lovely but cold )
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So near to darkness, green life holds sway

I've always had a love for plants and for simple gardening, perhaps that is part of why Ithilien remains one of my favorite places in M-e, the idea of a garden overgrown, the life just beneath the neglect. The first poem is a gentler verse for the bit of broth Sam made there, before meeting Faramir - the second is for the window beneath the waterfall of Henneth Annun and the contrast of its color and light with the darkness the men were dwelling in behind it.

Ithilien
( A gardener's hands are among you )
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Window on the West
( Deep memories of some heart’s desire )
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Do not grieve that you yet have life

Galadriel's words to Gimli, who mourned for the loss of the glory his kind once knew - an amazing kindness between them, a comfort and a clear message of wisdom from one who knew intimately of the ravages Time could bring and the passing of seasons. With it I'm including Crystal Imperishable for the gift she bestowed on him and the faithful admiration he gave in return.

Grieve Not
( Fair were their days, and though darkness claims them now, It shall not claim you )
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Crystal Imperishable
( For this I will release my words spoke ill against your kind )
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Smaller verses for a welcome cart coming over the Hill.

Frodo, Laughing
( The sound of innocence )
Then to the welcome fireside - there is nothing like very old friends:

Very Old Friend
( He clasps his warm and gnarled hands, )