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For the Poetry muse challenge at tolkien_weekly
It's me, so you already know it's Ardaverse, G rated and canon conscious. surprisingly enough, this one is movie!verse. There is subtext in the title, for those of you who have been following my crackpot theories about symbolism.

All of Arda is the professor's. I just write you postcards when I am there.



Until The Stars Are All Alight


“Can you sing,” the Steward asked, and the newest guard of the Citadel felt compelled to answer that he could.

He thought of Bilbo’s poems, and how, when combined with love, laughter and leaves, they had become songs. He thought of Frodo’s first clumsy verses, and his own. His people, his home – these were his poems.

Why should they be unfit?

Then he knew. It was not the words, nor the ideas they carried that did not fit here. It was the joy.

Taking his favorite, he offered it to Denethor in a way he hoped the Steward could understand.

Comments

[jay-of-lasgalen.livejournal.com]

It's amazing what a difference the tune - or the tone - can make to a song. When Pippin at first sang that, I didn't immediately recognise it as the walking song from FOTR; it sounded so utterly different to how the hobbits would have sung it then.

[fileg.livejournal.com]

The best poetry - and this is one of my Tolkien favorites - has that applicability, that deep truth that can be applied in many situatons. I loved Billy's choice of it in the movie, because those of us who knew the words knew there was hope hiding in the verses we didn't hear in the throneroom.