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Chapter 12 Swift hoofs
His small life soon grew weaker and hope soon grew small
When the ranger did suddenly hear a fair call.
When they fled through the forest, the Ringbearer ´s life
was then already weak, stabbed by the Morgulknife.
But the traveler comming along through the trees
was not one of those Ringwraiths, which everyone flees.
He came on a white steed and his voice sounded fair
He was dressed like an elf and golden was his hair.
And then Aragorn called for the stranger in joy
Called a greeting in elventongue. He as a boy
had well know this elf, who was a lord in the West
And who dwelleth in Rivendell, where once did rest
the one heir of Isildur before he walked away
And now this elf´s arival brought joy for the day.
For so great was the need with the enemy so near
That the fellows were followed than more than just fear.
And Glorfindel came there and he climbed off his steed
"Get up now Ringbearer. With uttermost speed
Asfaloth will now bear you, whereever you will.
With his most careful hoofs, for you are much too ill.
He will take you to Rivendell, there you´ll be fine.
So get up for I lend you this horse which is mine!"
With the last of his power he climbed on the back
Of the white elvenhorse, but again they were tracked
Again near were the hoofs of the blackarmoured men.
And Glorfindel cried elvish and Asfaloth ran.
Over hills and through forrests and Frodo felt pain
For the wound on his shoulder was aching again.
And his sword by the side he rode on and away.
And the day became night and the night again day.
And still far was the road to the last homely house
When the Nazgúl most terrible calls then arouse.
And the elvenhorse sprang over treetrunks and grass.
But they soon reached a ford which the horse had to pass.
And the servants of Mordor drew close, and the will
of the weakened Ringbearer suddenly stood still
when he looked to the shore and the Riders stood there.
And he felt on his neck the burden he did bear.
And a terrible voice full of terror and wrath
yielded at the small hobbit, who close to the death
drove his blade from the scabbard and faced his foe
And he felt that his voice like with magic did grow
when he looked at their hoods which were dark, without life
he forgot for a moment the pain of that knife.
"Give the Ring! Give the Ring! Give up Halfling! Don´t flee!"
cried the Riders. "I will not give the Ring to thee!
By the beauty of Elbereth and Lúthien the Fair.
You shall not have the Ring nor me. Stand were you were!"
But the elvenhorse stumbled and shrieked full of fear
But suddenly there was a strange thing there to hear.
For the wafes came to life and the Wraths on the shore
were thrown down from their horses and the waters bore
those nine servants of Mordor away from our friend
But the poor hobbit feared it had come to his end.
For the pain now was heavy, he fell and lay still
You want to know what happened? Be patient! You will!
Chapter 12 Swift hoofs
His small life soon grew weaker and hope soon grew small
When the ranger did suddenly hear a fair call.
When they fled through the forest, the Ringbearer ´s life
was then already weak, stabbed by the Morgulknife.
But the traveler comming along through the trees
was not one of those Ringwraiths, which everyone flees.
He came on a white steed and his voice sounded fair
He was dressed like an elf and golden was his hair.
And then Aragorn called for the stranger in joy
Called a greeting in elventongue. He as a boy
had well know this elf, who was a lord in the West
And who dwelleth in Rivendell, where once did rest
the one heir of Isildur before he walked away
And now this elf´s arival brought joy for the day.
For so great was the need with the enemy so near
That the fellows were followed than more than just fear.
And Glorfindel came there and he climbed off his steed
"Get up now Ringbearer. With uttermost speed
Asfaloth will now bear you, whereever you will.
With his most careful hoofs, for you are much too ill.
He will take you to Rivendell, there you´ll be fine.
So get up for I lend you this horse which is mine!"
With the last of his power he climbed on the back
Of the white elvenhorse, but again they were tracked
Again near were the hoofs of the blackarmoured men.
And Glorfindel cried elvish and Asfaloth ran.
Over hills and through forrests and Frodo felt pain
For the wound on his shoulder was aching again.
And his sword by the side he rode on and away.
And the day became night and the night again day.
And still far was the road to the last homely house
When the Nazgúl most terrible calls then arouse.
And the elvenhorse sprang over treetrunks and grass.
But they soon reached a ford which the horse had to pass.
And the servants of Mordor drew close, and the will
of the weakened Ringbearer suddenly stood still
when he looked to the shore and the Riders stood there.
And he felt on his neck the burden he did bear.
And a terrible voice full of terror and wrath
yielded at the small hobbit, who close to the death
drove his blade from the scabbard and faced his foe
And he felt that his voice like with magic did grow
when he looked at their hoods which were dark, without life
he forgot for a moment the pain of that knife.
"Give the Ring! Give the Ring! Give up Halfling! Don´t flee!"
cried the Riders. "I will not give the Ring to thee!
By the beauty of Elbereth and Lúthien the Fair.
You shall not have the Ring nor me. Stand were you were!"
But the elvenhorse stumbled and shrieked full of fear
But suddenly there was a strange thing there to hear.
For the wafes came to life and the Wraths on the shore
were thrown down from their horses and the waters bore
those nine servants of Mordor away from our friend
But the poor hobbit feared it had come to his end.
For the pain now was heavy, he fell and lay still
You want to know what happened? Be patient! You will!
