The Prince Of Ithilien
It all began
When I was born
I met my brother
With protection he'd sworn
He'd walk with me
Wherever I went
He made it his duty
As if he were sent
Father didnt like this
He hated me so
Because I didn't fight..
With the use of my bow
But even this hate
Made my brother care more
And met me every morn
In the way of my door
And as time progressed
I never did fear
For always becide me
Was my brother so dear.
There was this time
We fought side by side
Though I didn't like it.
For so many had died.
Upon our return
From the fight we had won
We drank our ale
In the warmth of the sun
Our time had ended
As father walked in
And congratulated my brother
On " His" wonderful win
He spoke of a ring
To be set out for
To bring it back
To use for Gondor
So that sad day
My brother would go..
I tried to replace him
But my father said "No!"
He hugged me tightly
With tears in our eyes
He turned away sadly
And said "Good-Bye"
I sat alone
On my brothers bed
I heard the horn
It rang in my head
Six days later
As I lay in my bed
The image of the boat
And my brother found dead..
I have no hope
I lost it all
The day I heard
My brothers call
And since that day
I knew was done
To never hear
"My Little One.."