A/N I've been feeling very poetic lately. This is a sonnet from Samwise to his little daughter Elanor. It's my first shot at writing a sonnet, and even I think some of the lines are a little weak, so please be nice!

Disclaimer: I no own LOTR, so you no sue.

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Golden Elanor

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What is more fair than golden Elanor?
Flower maid that the Shadow cannot touch.
A fair face that will not be scarred by war,
Little one, I cannot love you too much!
Though summer shall fade, your beauty shall not;
Like spring-blooming flowers, your beauty grows.
Nor shall winter's ice clutches grip your heart;
Like spring-blooming sunshine, your rose cheeks glow.
When Shadow had fled, your beauty shone forth,
My fairest of maidens with Elven grace!
Peacful in the green pastures of the North,
At Dawn's pink hues, the sun shines from your face.
As long as you bless the paths of this Earth,
Each new day shall have a joyous birth.