Ocean's Peril
by Princess of Monkeys
Disclaimer: I still own nothing. Especially not Legolas. Damn the luck!
(This is based on the message Gandalf gave to Legolas, from Galadriel,
telling him to beware of the sea.)
The sound of waves crashing on a distant shore
is a music more ancient
than any known to the race of men.
It reaches for me, the endless blue,
but I, walking through woods
older than time itself can remember,
hide myself amongst the trees.
I fear it, the siren call of the sea,
yet paradoxically, I long for it.
I have never seen the ocean's depths,
not the distant horizons
where water and sky meet.
I know someday I will hear the seagull's cry
and go to join the others of my people in our grey havens,
to board the white ships for our great journey
across the sundering waters-
and the knowledge that I will never again
walk these lands in twilight
or see the great golden mallorn trees
and brightly colored flowers of my youth,
pierces like an arrow in the heart.
by Princess of Monkeys
Disclaimer: I still own nothing. Especially not Legolas. Damn the luck!
(This is based on the message Gandalf gave to Legolas, from Galadriel,
telling him to beware of the sea.)
The sound of waves crashing on a distant shore
is a music more ancient
than any known to the race of men.
It reaches for me, the endless blue,
but I, walking through woods
older than time itself can remember,
hide myself amongst the trees.
I fear it, the siren call of the sea,
yet paradoxically, I long for it.
I have never seen the ocean's depths,
not the distant horizons
where water and sky meet.
I know someday I will hear the seagull's cry
and go to join the others of my people in our grey havens,
to board the white ships for our great journey
across the sundering waters-
and the knowledge that I will never again
walk these lands in twilight
or see the great golden mallorn trees
and brightly colored flowers of my youth,
pierces like an arrow in the heart.