Nota Bene: J.R.R. Tolkein is the brilliant author of The Lord of the Rings.
The end of the story of the Middle Earth's third age was so beautiful and tear jerking that I wrote a poem about it.
- jitterrue
The Last Song of Middle Earth (The 3rd Age)
An Age had gone by
The Dark Lord defeated
The King had returned
The Ring finally heated
In the fires of Doom
It existed no more
And peace finally came
To to the people's front door.
But all this has come,
The Age is no more
And the End now has come
For the folk of old lore.
Singing they came, through the lands that they loved.
Singing they went, from the friends that loved them.
And bringing with them, the wonders of their age
Three fair rings and fair things and fair ways.
they cried out to the world they had come from
they had said to the wonders of the hearth.
Never again to see the lands of their labor,
Never again would they come back to earth.
But singing they passed from the world that would miss them.
Singing they passed from the tears of their friends
And dreamlike they stand, the few who had watched them
Staring so long at the Ocean ahead.
And into the West went the fair noble hearts
Beyond a gray sea went the brave
And not but a memory are the fair noble hearts
Not but a dream, a glorious dream, Not but a dream are the brave.
Gone is an Age of Great, Noble places
Such was an Age of valiant deeds.
And gone are the stars that faded among us
And ever more the earth cries:
Gone is Elrond and the Elves of Rivendell
Gone is Galadriel and the Elves of Lothlorien
Gone is Bilbo, the oldest of Hobbits
Gone is Gandalf, Mithrandir, the Gray Wanderer
Gone is Frodo, the Ring-bearer, the greatest of hobbits
then in the end leaving the dearest behind him,
he who sent the Ring to its end.
Gone with them all, the slow wind wailing.
Gone, into the West, away they went sailing.