Disclaimer: The only thing that I did was arrange this particular set of words. The subject is somebody else's.



Eyes

Deep as a stream

Holding memory of much your friends and kin will never understand

The weight of the Misty Mountains has now been lifted from your shoulders

But the patterns in your eyes still show how heavy all that once was

Friends

They try to see

Where your memories are delved from

They can tell they're memories of your quest

But they will never know, not really

They never carried the Ring, never the fate of the world resting upon them

Eyes

Red-rimmed from crying

Over things that now are resolved, some, but the pain is still lingering

Once sparkling innocence fading

From suffering danger, coming far too close to death and shadow

You survived, yes.

And your tale is told now as legend

Or only crystal memories in your eyes?

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