Aniron

Sam thinks about love. Frodo/Sam. POV. Spoilers!

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O mor henion I dhu

From darkness I understand the night:

I walk with the glowing sun behind me and descending into sweet cool night. Frodo is on ahead, walking with Gandalf and Aragorn sits, as he has sat for so long, thinking on Arwen.

I have seldom seen her, a whisper of hair and scented smoke, and the rumours that she walks in the likeness of Luthien.

Ely siriar el sila

Dreams flow, a star shines

Aragorn must love her. It would be impossible for anyone not to. Except for me. I see her like… distant. I could never love an elf. Never. They are beautiful creatures, stars of Middle-earth, but…

Ai! Aniron Undomiel!
Ah! I desire Evenstar.

I have my own star to guide me. A true, loving star, covered in ice as he does something he should never have had to do. He took up a task he should never have heard of, except in legends.

That is why I love him.

Tiro! El eriae mor.

Look! A star rises out of the darkness

Yet my star has fallen into darkness. It is being consumed by his own powerlessness, by the Ring that's bound around his neck as if forced upon him. You would never guess he took it of his own free will. Never.

I lir en el luitha uren.

The song of the star enchants my heart

He's still Frodo though, still my master. Whatever he faces, Sam won't be far away. He'll come back to Frodo. He'll… he'll die with Frodo.

Ai! Aniron…

Ah! I desire…

-End-

This is the fourth of a series of Lord of the Rings songs I shall do from the Fellowship of the Ring soundtrack. They belong to their respective owners.

Aniron – Words and Music by Enya and Roma Ryan.