Hues Grey and Green

A Poem By Elizabeth // 10/12/2009


The tree rustles, a breeze stirs
Hidden, muffled, the breath and words
Grey sight, glance searching
Hooded, shadowed, the seeking and commanding
A call of anguish, a cry of pursuit
Scarlet, gold, the fleeing and ruin
Horns call thundering, birds calling shrill
Wary, swift, among the din reeling uphill
Spear thrown skillfully, sword used deadly
Groaning, screaming, men raising weapons readily
Swift affray, victory certain
Silent, weary, the Rangers orderly gather
Their faces grim, their eyes grey
Raven, tousled, their hair hangs astray
Unmasked faces, gloved hands
Grey, green, hues of earth their raiment
Their leader tall, a young captain
Stern, kindly, his voice bearing a kingly air
Brother of a warrior, nephew of a prince
Numenorean, elvish, his face mirrors beauty and peace
Before him standing, a Halfling speaking
Brave, uneasy, he stood under many gazing
His companion sat near, breathing in every glance
Tense, alert, sitting in annoyance and defiance
The Captain listens, intently he beholds
Justly, wisely, with the Halflings he quickly deals
Rising the rangers dismiss, silently walking
Speaking, explaining, the Captain leads the Halflings
Window of the Sunset, water with dancing colour
Sheer, glass-like, flow under rays that flower
Henneth Annun, place of refuge and hidden secrecy
Bare, cold, the cave behind dazzling and musical beauty
There they abide, there they are given leave
Aiding, advising, the young Captain steers their feet
Faramir of Gondor, Ranger of Ithilien
Courageous, princely, defies the law of Gondorians
Rangers of tall stature, guardians of Minas Anor
Fearless, powerful, of speech and of manner
Silent eyes, quiet calls of the forest lore
Whispering, seeking, men of waning and fair Gondor



I like this. You captured this part of LotR very well. :) And Faramir = amazing

Kyleigh | Mon, 10/12/2009

Wow, this was great.

Wow, this was great.

E | Mon, 10/12/2009

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond


this is great, simply beautiful.

Bernadette | Mon, 10/12/2009


I absolutely love the title Elizabeth. My favorite stanza was the first:

The tree rustles, a breeze stirs
Hidden, muffled, the breath and words
Grey sight, glance searching
Hooded, shadowed, the seeking and commanding

Just so well written. I loved it all around!

Mairead | Tue, 10/13/2009


"Sweet is the love that never knew a wound, but deeper that which died and rose again." - Mother Mary Francis

Faramir!! <3!!  I love this,

Faramir!! <3!! 

I love this, Elizabeth, it's just beautiful!!!!

Clare Marie | Tue, 10/13/2009

"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve." -Bilbo Baggins [The Lord of the Rings]

Well, he's not Aragorn, but

Well, he's not Aragorn, but this poem makes him seem just as amazing. <3

Anna | Wed, 10/14/2009

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief


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