If you need some review of what has been happening prior to this, just click on the tag and you'll see all the previous chapters posted as well. Enjoy!
Thanks for reading! Now I'm off to catch up on what I missed over the weekend!
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"...happily your Caradhras has forgotten that you have Men with you. And doughty Men too, if I may say it; though lesser men with spades might have served you better. Still, we have thrust a lane through the drift; and for that all here may be grateful who cannot run as light as Elves."
Here's a bit of a long musing I wrote early on in the days when FOTR was still in the theaters. I was thinking today about how good men can sometimes fail and fall, yet in repentance find peace with their failing. Of course, Boromir came to mind, then, and I remembered this musing. The poem that follows was written separately, but goes along with it well. Sorry, it's long -- hope you won't be dismayed but will find time to read it, especially if you missed it when it was first posted.
I set my hope on the White City,
But she was besieged and came close to falling;
I placed my trust in my heritage,
But my blood ran red as any common man's;
I set my hope on my ability to lead men,
But I broke my oath and attacked my friend;
I placed my trust in my sword and shield,
But my sword did not bring victory, for my enemy outnumbered me.
I set my hope on my right to rule,
But I fell to temptation, while another resisted;
I placed my trust in battles and sorties,
I should have listened, and let others lead;
I set my hope on myself, on my honor,
My honor was broken, and my strength revealed as weakness.
I sought answers to a riddle;
I found the answer, but did not understand.
I sought aid for the battle;
I found one who would take my place.
I sought to please my father;
I should have obeyed my King.
I sought friendship;
I found it, and lost it,
And found it again, ere the end.
I sought forgiveness;
I received it, though not from the injured one.
But it was enough.
--- Linaewen, 2002