The Long Lost King

by Lady Elora

I wrote this poem when I was thinking about Rotk, and most especially Aragorn. And I was also working on a hard Math problem that I couldn't figure out... anywho, I like it. Read it if you are interested. :

The Long, Lost King

By: Luthien Anaclime

I kept my past hidden,

Not only from others, but from me,

I kept is secret from unknown fears,

Fears only I could see.

A long, lost king,

So my mother said,

To Gondor must return to be,

Isildur's heir, the golden crown on my head.

But then I was called back,

To Rivendell, to Imladris,

To Lord Elrond's home.

My duty gone amiss,

A council, then a Fellowship.

How my path was hid from me,

Yet through the mist that clouded my eyes,

I knew who I must be.

On the field of slain,

Isildur's bane still calls to me.

But it is not I ,

Who posses the locking key.

Through rock and stone,

Through terror and cold,

Through loss, regret and pain,

I must return, the kings of old.

I can see the path this day,

The golden crown upon my head.

I turn to them, my people,

Just as my mother said.

The King! Isildur's heir!

They shout for joy, what bliss.

And still so close I come,

No willing to miss.

The King has come, the king has come,

So they joyfully sing,

I see my path clearly,

So returns the King.