ROSE PETALS
A/N: I watched the Two Towers and this poem happened. Please read and review, and no flames.
Tell me, oh Rumil,
Tell me a story of Haldir of Lorien.
Tell me swiftly, tell me quickly,
What doth ye remember?
Of that Silvan elf so tall of fair?
Of our brother dear who now is gone?
Two simple words did Rumil Speak:
Rose Petals.
Oh how he loved those delicate pink rose petals.
He would lay beneath a blossom tree,
Lay there so peaceful and free,
In a large bed of rose petals,
Aye, did he.
After a bath he would rest upon them on his stomach,
Skin bare as he reposed there against the petals so gently.
I would walk by sometimes and see him lying there,
His light golden hair so wild and loose,
Wisping about his back and shoulders, brushing slightly.
His pale skin peppered with water droplets,
His cheek pressed against them, those rose petals light and free,
That fair face partially hidden in the pink, soft and sweet,
Bright blue eyes sparkling like the sun,
His arms lay sprawled, limp in form, fisted weakly,
Legs outstretched, relaxed like he.
And he let the breeze dry him slowly,
As petals of the blossom tree rained upon him ever so slightly, decorating his hair and skin so perfectly.
I remember it vaguely, but I knew he loved it so.
Yet now he will never enjoy that rose bed again,
For he remains dead and limp, those blue eyes dull,
Unnaturally pale, cold as ice,
Haldir is gone and slain.
Yet with beauty and memory will those rose petals remain,
But nevermore shall Haldir the fair-faced Silvan lay among them, under that pink blossom tree,
With his light golden hair and pale skinned form decorated so perfectly,
For our brother, Haldir of Lorien, is dead,
And the petals free underneath the blossom tree remain empty from now until death do they part.
