AUTHOR'S NOTE: Here is another poem for you all. This is about Arwen Evenstar and a day when she goes out in Rivendell and thinks about her life. It is sort of difficult to explain...and verrry long I might add for a poem. Please review and enjoy!
Evenstar
The leaves rustle, the grass trembles
the wind moves with its own song.
The leaves crumble, and come to shambles
as footsteps cross their path.
The sun shines, the moon glimmers
the light breaks through the gathering clouds.
The mountains peak, the water shimmers
that runs wild in the hilly land.
The stones roll, moving with feet
that lightly brush in the mountain stream.
The slender figure moves to take her seat
as the water rushes and wind breathes.
Where have these feet walked?
Perhaps in the lands across the Sea?
What has she seen, to whom has she talked
far away where no mortals have set foot?
There is a light in her eyes, a faint glimmer
while she sits waiting for the song of the breeze.
Her body is still, and she carefully listens
to the music of the wild wood.
The wind pulls, blowing her hair
dark as shadows in the depths of night.
Her skin gleams, a maiden so fair
while none have walked who were so bright.
The white raiment, pure as her heart
is a cloud of shining light gracing her movements.
That silvery gaze, piercing as though a flying dart
moves steadily across the green land with grace.
Wisdom in her glance, love in her face
mingled with abounding knowledge of things past.
There the stream flowed, keeping its own pace
along the leaf-covered bright mountainside.
Her voice is lifted, a silvery quiver of light
splitting the soft stillness covering the mountain.
Her gaze moves, breaking mortal sight
to see the eagle soaring high in the heavens.
Its wings spread, feathers kept sleek
flying above the land of forests and streams.
A soft smile, knowing what it seeks
on the rolling earth watching below.
The warm breeze, it moves the trees
with its gentle breath blowing light.
The maiden fair, the land she sees
all basking in golden streams of the sun.
Now it fades, setting in a flash
beckoning the moon to walk its road.
Its silver beams, and the sun's gold clash
whilst they shift to their own places.
Stars sparkle, the water brightly falls
with the stars reflected in their crystal depths.
She sits pondering, wondering of the halls
of Elven Tirion in the shining land of Valinor.
What lies beyond, or for tomorrow
in her life so bright and filled with wonder?
Would her life in time suddenly diminish
as a star slowly fading through the ages?
Or would that star never have a finish:
never depart the great heavens above?
Two paths ahead, one choice before her
lying in wait for her shimmering form.
The slender birch, or the green fir
that loses not its leaves when passing winter.
Yet still hope lies, holding true
if only for the love she bears in her breast.
Knowing the despair, and joys she will pass through
the wind and waters call to comfort.
Bittersweet is the final decision
her heart shall choose at the last.
She understands, comprehends the division
it will lay upon those of her kindred.
Bitter is the parting, joyous is the life
with the mortal for whom she gave immortality.
Neither is there anger, nor any strife
for destiny and love have taken hold.
A smile parts her lips, knowing of the wonder
ahead of her in the years of her life.
There is no doubt, not any longer
though she knew her path long years before.
The stars glisten, the waters churn
in the cool evening filled with light.
The trees stretch, as if they yearn
to reach out and touch the heavens above.
The wind softens, the air stills
to rest for the next day returning.
The grass becomes quiet, only until
the morrow when the soft breeze begins.
There is a peace, a stillness in the land
while the dark of night draws over.
The maiden fair, she will always understand
that there is and always shall be hope.
