DISCLAIMER: They belong to Tolkien, not me. Shame, really.
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"GUARDIAN"
Every night is the same. I stay at your side while you sleep. I am a poor substitute for the one in the West, but you see me fit to hide your troubles in. Do you see me or her in the frozen hours of the night as you walk in your dreams? As you lie in light of dappled silver on a pillow of silver silk, in dreams of gold, I will guard you my Lord. I will guard your heart now as well as I always guarded your body.
Every eve is the same. You take me without a question and cry out your pain and release but never allow me mine. You never used to be like that. You used to be wild in your passion, and I in mine. You used to be caring, thankful to me, never so cold. But still you always loved her and I knew. And she knew of us. It was nothing more than fun, on your part; nothing more than a grasping chance of something I could never have, on mine.
Every day I stand at your side, and the twins see something, they know something. I can almost hear their silent whispers to each other as my eyes pass over you when you do not see it. But they cannot prove a thing, you are careful of that. You only allow them to see their grandfather, who loves their grandmother in the West, and at his side his guardian, who stayed behind to serve his Lord. Through loyalty, and at the Lady's request. And through love and the faint quavering thread of hope that I have for too long been hanging on to with sweating hands.
But alas, I am poor at this job you have set me! My strength is in hunting and warding; my strength is in my body, not my heart. Or perhaps you just make it that way. You make me weak inside. You make me tremble where no other has. You touch me where no other has been able to reach. Always I have been strong, and assured, and some even call me arrogant, I know that. But not with you my Lord. Not while you sleep. Not while I find the release that you will not give me, that you know will bind me to you. Not while I find the release of my tears, falling like crystal rain into the silver of your hair. Not while I'm with you.
You will leave soon; your heart is being pulled towards her. And what will happen then? Will you bid me to come with you? and will I? and will it all be the same as it once was? I fear it will not. I will have no evil to guard you from, she will have no war to preoccupy her, you will have no care.
And you will have no need for me. Will you?
~END~
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"GUARDIAN"
Every night is the same. I stay at your side while you sleep. I am a poor substitute for the one in the West, but you see me fit to hide your troubles in. Do you see me or her in the frozen hours of the night as you walk in your dreams? As you lie in light of dappled silver on a pillow of silver silk, in dreams of gold, I will guard you my Lord. I will guard your heart now as well as I always guarded your body.
Every eve is the same. You take me without a question and cry out your pain and release but never allow me mine. You never used to be like that. You used to be wild in your passion, and I in mine. You used to be caring, thankful to me, never so cold. But still you always loved her and I knew. And she knew of us. It was nothing more than fun, on your part; nothing more than a grasping chance of something I could never have, on mine.
Every day I stand at your side, and the twins see something, they know something. I can almost hear their silent whispers to each other as my eyes pass over you when you do not see it. But they cannot prove a thing, you are careful of that. You only allow them to see their grandfather, who loves their grandmother in the West, and at his side his guardian, who stayed behind to serve his Lord. Through loyalty, and at the Lady's request. And through love and the faint quavering thread of hope that I have for too long been hanging on to with sweating hands.
But alas, I am poor at this job you have set me! My strength is in hunting and warding; my strength is in my body, not my heart. Or perhaps you just make it that way. You make me weak inside. You make me tremble where no other has. You touch me where no other has been able to reach. Always I have been strong, and assured, and some even call me arrogant, I know that. But not with you my Lord. Not while you sleep. Not while I find the release that you will not give me, that you know will bind me to you. Not while I find the release of my tears, falling like crystal rain into the silver of your hair. Not while I'm with you.
You will leave soon; your heart is being pulled towards her. And what will happen then? Will you bid me to come with you? and will I? and will it all be the same as it once was? I fear it will not. I will have no evil to guard you from, she will have no war to preoccupy her, you will have no care.
And you will have no need for me. Will you?
~END~