A Sad Thing Indeed

by SiofraPrince

It's a sad thing to be an elf, when you live forever. But, to always retain our memories, I shall endeavor. Let me tell you a short tale, about each of my long gone friends. Whom I hope to meet once more, when my time is at an end.

I am very sorry to announce that the third part in the Yin/Yang series- For There to Be Light...- is now officially on hiatus, until i get my writing mojo back for Ghost Hunt in general. The main problem was lack of forwards planning on my part, and this affected my writing, and I was reduced to writing uninteresting chapters. I am also taking the time to re-watch the series, to reboot my interest.

I'm sorry if this inconviences anyone.

ON with the poem.

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It is a sad thing, to be an elf

And outlive all your friends

To put up with the musings of oneself

While waiting for your heart to mend

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First there was Tauriel

Who died of a broken heart

At daggers she did excel

Protecting her dwarvish counterpart

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Then followed Turon

My dearest captain

His poison's were second to none

Mirkwood's finest assassin

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There was no grave for my mother

For she died in Angmar

My father never looked at another

His love for her went far

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I admit I never really knew

Who Boromir truly was

Only saw his rages few

But his death was a great loss

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The second of the Fellowship was Frodo

Who eventually set sail

For the wound that never healed

And skin that stayed pale

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Bilbo also went

Into the Undying Lands

In sleep I dreamt

Of him and Turon shaking hands

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Gandalf had already 'died'

Only to be reborn

So he is only a side

Because that annoyed Aragorn

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Merry was the first to go

That stayed in Middle Earth

His heart was simply to slow

But his eyes were full of mirth

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Pippin followed soon after

Missing his cousin dearly

His final days were filled with laughter

And goodbyes said sincerely

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Sam had always missed Frodo

But had a sharp wit

His poems were always said solo

He went with his pipe lit

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Gimli aged faster than Aragorn

But never lost his snark

I always teased him about Fangorn

He teased me about Moria's dark

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Aragorn finally went

His face wrinkled and creased

His younger years were well spent

Fighting to bring peace

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Arwen followed her dearest love

To the Halls of Mandos

She slept among rosebuds

And died from her loss

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Elrond, Galadriel and Celeborn

Left with Frodo, Bilbo and Gandalf

Lothlorien was quickly torn

From the North to the South

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After many hard and troubled years

My father finally faded

It was the first time I shed tears

For the man who had turned jaded

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Now there are a few of my kind

Who wander the wilds alone

Seek and you shall find

The weary and windblown

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We now dwell in the shadows

Secretly keeping the peace

Dreaming of green meadows

And forests in full leaf

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So ends the Age of the Rings

And enter the Age of Man

We elves will continue to keep things

As safe and quiet as we can

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It is a sad thing indeed

When you outlive your friends

But I know that I will see them

When my time here is at an end

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Ladies and Gentlemen, I apologize once more for this random posting. Still, read and review, and tell me what you think!