A/N: Okay, so this is the product of moderate boredom while on vacation. Hope you like! :)
Disclaimer: I do not own The Silmarillion. It all belongs to Tolkien.
Weary Stranger
Tonight I met a weary stranger
At his fire by the shore.
His voice was nice and his harp was sweet
So I asked to hear some more.
..O..
He regarded me with sad grey eyes
Through his dark and tangled mane.
He said I might find his songs too sad,
But to me they were beautiful with the pain.
..O..
And so he sang into the night;
His voice and harp never wavered.
Though his musical tongue I did not know,
My heart did wrench and quaver.
..O..
His haunting songs ceased at dawn's light,
So I said, "Farewell, weary stranger."
I was glad to see his amused half smile
When he answered, "And to you,young stranger."
..O..
Tonight I met a weary stranger
At his fire by the shore.
His voice was nice and his harp was sweet;
I'll hear his songs forever more.
A/N: Remember to review!