In her arms a tiny lad she held

Called by the elves Tawarseld

Forest Child was what it meant

In the forest so much time he spent

He grew up being watched by her

He was truly the center of her world

Hair of blond, eyes of blue

He was hobbit and but elf he was too

As into a man the wee lad grew

A maiden caught his eyes of blue

Arianna was what she was called

On their day he stood there tall

His mother watched with so much pride

As he made Arianna his lawful bride

The two lived happily until one day

A fire came and took his loves away

He went of course to find his mother

He found no comfort in any other

In her arms she held him again

No longer a babe, but now a man

He looked upon his mother's face

Then breathed his last in her embrace.

Lady Frodo