Poem: Fate
Summary: A Elrond POV

A decision he once should have made.
The memories of it now still would not fade.
The ring of Vilya upon his finger now laid.
Because of the decisions that were once made.
His son would finish what he could not.
The worry and dread in places not forgot.
Elf,dwarf,hobbit and men were in this band.
The fate of Middle Earth rests in their hand.
Would they succeed or would they fail?
Of this answer no one could tell.
Together they would go to the cracks of Mt. Doom.
Where nothing grew but evilness and gloom.
Faulter and the fate of man was sealed.
Of which no elven magic could it be healed.
Pride and love filled his heart.
For his son that had now depart.
A hole in my heart there will be.
Until my son returns to me.