Frodo's memories of Weathertop
First posted by TORnado White Gull on Wednesday 6th October 2004.
October 6th: One of the most agonizing days in Middle Earth history. Thanks, gramma, for summarizing its pain in the TIME (Today in Middle Earth) thread below.
This morning, chill, an east wind blew
And though bright leaves which fell were few,
Iced, my heart stood still to feel
The frigid pain I thought was healed.
As Fall's first frost foretells the death
Of promise borne on Summer's breath
The hopes I'd grown in light of day
In darkness wither swift away.
How strange a simple thing like wind
Could to my heart stark message send
And instantly leave stripped and bare
Soul's secrets buried deep, with care.
This first return of pain I bless -
Without it I might not soon guess
Of all the evils left behind
My own would be the ones I find
Too strong to kill, too vast to hide,
Too poisonous to keep inside,
But ever, surely, outward spread
Till all with in their grasp lies dead.
That's why before too many Falls
Bring pain I can't endure at all
I'll seek the only place I know
Where leaves fall not when east wind blows.