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Title: Celeborn's Lament (#1174)
Author: Forest
Chapters: 1

Archive: Tolkien
Category: Bombadil's Corner
Description: Lord Celeborn sits in the silent shadow of the aftermath of Helm’s Deep....(movieverse)
Published: 06 Aug 2004
Updated: 06 Aug 2004
Warnings: 
Type: Angst
Characters: Celeborn


Chapter 1 - ~*Celeborn's Lament*~

Title: Celeborn's Lament
Author: Forest
Pairing: None 
Beta: None
Rating: G
Genre: Angst / Poetry
WARNING: None
Beta: None
Cast: Celeborn
Disclaimer: I own no-one from The Lord Of The Rings. All the characters and place names displayed belong to JRR Tolkien, and the situation(s) depicted to Peter Jackson.  I do not intend to, nor am I making any financial gain from the writing of this story.
Feedback: Yes please!  We “aspiring” poets thrive on the stuff.
Timeline:   After Helms Deep (Movieverse)
Summary:  Lord Celeborn sits in the silent shadow of the aftermath of Helm’s Deep......


~*Celeborn's Lament*~

My garments seem drab and grey,
Limp in the evening's light,
The icy wind clings to them,
Toying with my hair as it chills,
Harsh in its justice to my soul.

The air lies silent under these woods,
Yet murmurs of grief still whisper from its heart,
There is a chill on the wind today, my love,
A bite that freezes my spirit,
Grief grips me like an iron fist,
Unrelenting, bending me to it's sorrowful will.

Together they ventured, 
Together they fought, 
Together they wept, 
Together, they died.

Hope.
It seemed so near yet so far, 
Doubt filled my sight, Yet my mind 
Followed the path upon which I was bound.

Tears.
They run so freely now I am lost.
No reason now to tarry, 
No reason now to stay.
I ask not of you how many fell, 
For my heart tells me enough to know.

No light laughter will carry anymore, 
No carefree joy shall be heard, 
No gleaming light in my dear children's eyes, 
No lift survives in their soul.

Why did we have such hope?
Why could not we see?
Why must our minds be so deceptive in their ways?
Aiya! Why?

The fell wind will blow through our lands, 
The waters crimson with our blood, 
Trees, they will mourn us, 
Mountains, they will scorn.
Ere at last, our bitter end doth come.

Ice.
It fills my aching heart today
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