Aragorn came through the trees
Found Boromir in the glade
Pierced with many arrows he was
Against the bark of a great tree.

Many orcs did there lay.
In Boromir hand was his hilt.
There lay the horn, cloven in two.
Aragorn knelt, Boromir spoke,
“I tried to take the ring.”

Twenty orcs were at his feet.
“I have paid, the Halflings they took
Bound they were, but dead not.”
Wearily his eyelids did close:
“Farwell Aragorn,” at last he spoke.
“Go to Minas Tirith, I have failed.”

Star upon the horizon,
through dusty window pane
albeit the city's light are bright,
still I can see you plain

Your light is faint at sunset,
your light is dim at dawn,
yet I know that as I fall asleep,
you'll shine so bright through night so long

And when the sun has risen,
and I rise out of bed,
you're still up there somewhere,
in the sky above my head

Every night you still return
to the little place you have
you greet me with a loving glow,
and cheer me when I'm sad

Cricket, cricket, singing high,
watching as the clouds roll by,
leaping under dark'ning sky,
chirping at the fireside

Cricket, cricket, singing slow,
watching as the sun sinks low,
basking in the red-orange glow,
listening as the breezes blow

Cricket, cricket, singing fast,
singing as the world goes past,
singing in the shadows cast,
sing to make the evening last

Swaying branches
Flying leaves
Bustling wind
Scouring down hills

Gusting breeze
Flowing water
Creaking limbs
Howling air

Your voice quivers and shakes
as you hold back the flood of tears
you don't wanna cry
he isn't worthy of them.

You wonder why you don't
leave him,
find somebody who'll treat you right
but something holds you back
and you can't find it in you
right now to leave.

Part Three: In Which Brey is Utterly Confused About Many Things (and You Probably will be Too), and Things Get Dangerous

They told you not to get all wet,
but who knows why they say?
you pull on a pair of boots
and skip out into the day

The day they said was gloomy,
but who knows what they mean?
all you see is wonder,
a world of gray that gleams

Gleaming with what they must avoid,
but who knows why they do?
You wish that they would listen
and finally know the truth:

That you're supposed to get all wet,
indeed, this must be true,
'cause God made all these puddles
just for jumping through!

Authors note:
I apologise for taking so long on this, but I've been busy.
I'd like to start out by saying that this does not treat Victoria very well. I'm not a big fan of her, and it shows. Also, Plato freaks me out, so I'm not very nice to him, either.
I did not make up the names, they are all elvish. I looked up my characters' names is Elvish, then preceded to mismatch them. In some cases, I give them something entirely different.
Alrighty, I think that's everything. On with the fan fiction!!!!

Chapter seven

After my bath, I dress back into my messy clothes and walk out to the humongous kitchen. I didn't realize how hungry I am until now.
"Do you want something to eat?" Angi asks, appearing out from the gorgeous spiral staircase beside the pantry.
"Please," I reply, feeling my stomache growl loudly.
Angi walks to the fridge and jerks in open.
"Here, I have some kiesh left from last night's dinner with the kids-"
"Wait, the kids?" I say, startled. I didn't even guess that she has kids.