Notes: One of the more serious poems written by Master Took. Probably written later in his life, after he "mellowed".
Denethor's Squire
I came to Gondor,
I know not what for.
I felt so alone
Surrounded by white stone.
There I met the steward of the king
And in his lap was a most sorrowful thing:
The cloven horn of a comrade slain
Forever protecting Isildur's Bane.
Filled with pity, I gave my word;
Offering thus my life and sword.
They clad me in mail of silver and black;
Heavy steel placed upon my back.
The Darkness came from the East.
Upon our flesh, Orcs would eat.
As the outer walls began to burn,
Did Denethor think t'was his turn,
Taking the son he that was dead,
He laid himself and Faramir on a final bed.
Even though Mithrandir finally came,
Denthor was engulfed by madness and flame.
All through this I had one thought
Even as men around me fought:
Of Sam and Frodo on their quest,
And Cousin Merry, whom I loved best.
