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Lawyers comes zooming from the clouds on little briefcases, and poke Estel with umbrellas
Ow – ow – OOWW!!! Darn it, foiled again… ^_~
A/N: Okay, well, this is the result of a creative splurt really… And yes, of course that's a word, would I lie to you? =D
Enjoy!!!
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Out of Memory
Upon the mortal shores I see them;
Shadows of grey and tinted white,
Fading as the waning sun,
As my ship sails swiftly into the night.
Lanterns of soft silver glow upon the prow,
Pure and white, crafted as a swan.
Its great wings lift us up and up,
Away form the sea where I was begun.
Softly the rippling banners billow in the winds,
High and mighty, bearing royal arms;
Gentle are the voices, soft and low,
The sea around us is slowed and calm.
Back still I stare across the waters –
To my home, and all mortal lands;
Eastward now I stare in sorrow,
Sailing far away from its golden sands.
Its forests green and vast and old,
As ancient as the mountain peaks
That gleamed crimson and rose in the sunset;
The whisper of the wind, can you hear it speak?
The Southern plains rolling far and wide,
Golden plains, Horse-Master's plains,
Upon the solitary hill it stands; Edoras,
The Golden Hall, where horses toss their silken manes.
And the White City, tall and strong.
Restored at last to glory and power;
For the King returned when all was thought lost,
In our deepest night, in our darkest hour.
So much gained when Darkness was o'er thrown;
The lands were filled with mirth and bliss
From Greenwood's eave to Western Shore –
I hope that all their people's remember this.
Yet, much was lost, and so I sail;
The power of the Eldar old and faded,
No more than a memory of ancient days,
Though my departure was long evaded.
The Golden Wood, alone and forlorn, soon to die;
It's Lady left, its lights gone dark.
Imladris, silent and still, where autumn leaves fall
On dying trees, the decaying bark.
Restored yet for nothing, Greenwood's radiance,
As her people depart where she cannot go,
Ringing laughter diminishes from her halls,
And in their wake, I follow.
Middle Earth, now no more than a dark line on the horizon.
No more than a memory that will live on in our song;
For now at last I turn to the West, and see the Ever-White mountain,
And as new dawn rises, I have come at last to where I belong.
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Loadsa love, Estel xxx