…That night

Rain like tears was falling

The wind like a lion was roaring

And the glass has shivered with fright

When terror has struck

And with unbearable pain

The wounded hobbit

Looked at the rain…

For him…every breath was painful

Every movement was torture

The falling rain was playful with the nature

And in his mind he understood

That his end must be near at hand.

Those eyes were filled with fright

It was a pitiful sight in the middle of the night

How she has felt his nearing death.

To his aid they swiftly came

And that illness at once was eased

For he was taken into her loving

And caring arms…