Hands of a Warrior
By: Shelly LeBlanc
~Author's note: I want to appoligize again for not posting the next chapter up of my Lord of the Rings story "The Birth of Dawn and Twilight" on time, it wasn't until just a few hours ago did I realize I didn't post it up Sunday *weeps* I really am sorry! Just enjoy this poem . . . and warning you now, it's *not* slash.
**Disclaimer – I do not own the hands in this story. These lovely hands, golden tresses, and dying king are copyrighted by J.R.R. Tolkien, and who ever else owns the Lord of the Rings trilogy.**
Hands of a Warrior
A long slender hand
Easing through golden strands
Placing upon you head
Your title, your placement
Your reason to leave
A narrow finger
Playing with a leaf
Of a tree you hold dear
In your heart and soul
A tree you protect
Your strong hands
Grip reigns of your steed
The beautiful creature
You ride bareback
Towards a battle ground
The palms of your hands
Grasp the handles of the blades
The sharp and light weapons
That cause pain to all those
Who come in contact with the end.
The tip of your finger
Handling the arrow freely
Yet swift and deadly
Taking down one enemy after another
Protecting what you were meant to save
These are the same hands
That held the life of a friend
And clasped it tightly till the end
And the brave king passed
In the hands of a warrior
March 2004
By: Shelly LeBlanc
~Author's note: I want to appoligize again for not posting the next chapter up of my Lord of the Rings story "The Birth of Dawn and Twilight" on time, it wasn't until just a few hours ago did I realize I didn't post it up Sunday *weeps* I really am sorry! Just enjoy this poem . . . and warning you now, it's *not* slash.
**Disclaimer – I do not own the hands in this story. These lovely hands, golden tresses, and dying king are copyrighted by J.R.R. Tolkien, and who ever else owns the Lord of the Rings trilogy.**
Hands of a Warrior
A long slender hand
Easing through golden strands
Placing upon you head
Your title, your placement
Your reason to leave
A narrow finger
Playing with a leaf
Of a tree you hold dear
In your heart and soul
A tree you protect
Your strong hands
Grip reigns of your steed
The beautiful creature
You ride bareback
Towards a battle ground
The palms of your hands
Grasp the handles of the blades
The sharp and light weapons
That cause pain to all those
Who come in contact with the end.
The tip of your finger
Handling the arrow freely
Yet swift and deadly
Taking down one enemy after another
Protecting what you were meant to save
These are the same hands
That held the life of a friend
And clasped it tightly till the end
And the brave king passed
In the hands of a warrior
March 2004