Silver Glass

by thehaunted

Lay Down Your sweet and weary head, Night is falling, You have come to journey's end. Arwen, and her thoughts of dying.

Silver Glass

Lay Down
Your sweet and weary head
Night is falling
You have come to journey's end

Father, do not make this hard

I love him

You know that as well as I

Sleep now
Dream-of the ones who came before
They are calling
From across a distant shore

I do not want to leave

Let me see his triumph

Let me die after

Why do you weep?
What are these tears upon your face?
Soon you will see
All of your fears will pass away.

I wish to see my son

I wish to see him grow

I wish I could see them both smiling

Safe in my arms
You're only sleeping

I wish to see the Dark Lord fall

I wish to see the king return

I wish to live and see

What can you see?
On the horizon.
Why do the white gulls call?

I can see my son

My beautiful son

And his beautiful father

Across the sea
A pale moon rises.
The ships have come
To carry you home.

I am home

I will not go on the ships

Not ever

And all will turn to silver glass.
A light on the water
All souls pass.

He has my life in his hands

Frodo has the fate of the world in his

I have the life of a child in mine

Hope fades
Into the world of night.
Through shadows falling,
Out of memory and time.

The ring will end it all

End the suffering

End mine

Don't say
We have come now to the end.
White shores are calling
You and I will meet again.

I will meet you again

Aragorn

Son of Arathorn

And you'll be here in my arms
Just sleeping.

If I may go to sleep

and never wake up

Give him Elendil

What can you see?
On the horizon.
Why do the white gulls call?

The horizon

Brings a new day

Or a new night

Across the sea
A pale moon rises.
The ships have come
To carry you home.

One

I might not live to see

Bring him home

And all will turn to silver glass.
A light on the water
Grey ships pass
Into the west.

Into the west.