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
