The
child without a name grew up to be the hand
To
watch you, to shield you or kill on demand
The choice he'd made
he could not comprehend
His blood a grim secret they had to
command
He's torn between his honour and the true love of his
life
He prayed for both but was denied
Aragorn was in doubt, wondering about his past, his present and what lay ahead in his future. One day, he might have to be King of Gondor and rule over all of those people. How could he ever do that, he had just grown up a Ranger and learned nothing about ruling an entire population. He wasn't even sure of the decisions he made for himself, let alone if he had to make decisions that could cost lives of innocent people. Then there was the great war they would first have to win from Sauron and Saruman. It would be a miracle if they would all survive and if Frodo would manage to destroy the Ring. After that, he would be the one with all the power. Still, there was Arwen…
The
curse of his powers tormented his life
Obeying the crown was a
sinister price
His soul was tortured by love and by pain
He
surely would flee but the oath made him stay
He's torn between
his honour and the true love of his life
He prayed for both but
was denied
Aragorn could feel
himself shiver at the thought of what could happen to Arwen. She
could, by then already be gone, sailing away from the Grey Havens.
She could die now he had the Evenstar and the days were growing
darker. Then there was Elrond, from who he knew was totally against
their relationship. The last barrier would be his mortality, and her
immortality, which would once leave her to be all alone in
Middle-Earth. The only thing he could give her was pain, sorrow,
loneliness and uncertainty. Perhaps Elrond was even right that they
didn't belong together. But his love for her was growing ever
stronger…
Please forgive me for
the sorrow
For leaving you in fear
For the dreams we had to
silence
That's all they'll ever be
Still I'll be the
hand that serves you
Though you will not see that it is me
Maybe, very maybe, there might come a time when everything would be fine and Arwen would be mine…
