How Do I Love Thee Challenge

...And You Let the River Answer

1. Goldberry's song

So they say that rivers flow, ever roaming to the Sea,
Think you I stayed in my pool until he came to me?

Where the Withywindle flows, through valleys old as Time
I have been, as bubble-float, as ice-floe, to the brine.
Osse's lost child, by sunlight guiled, the River is my mother,
And I have travelled far enough to know there is no other -
White-water wild, round hard stones piled, my journeys had been long
And back again, to willow-fen, until I heard his song.

Frightened all the fish, he did, out-chattered all the birds;
The wispy bones of reeds all groaned when plucked at by his words,
I went to see what noisy moss this was that trailed into my pool
I seized his beard, then 'twas my wyrd to yank upon the Fool,
Who kicked and thrashed and made a fuss as if he were 'bout to drown,
Sending song in bubbles out, splashing me a muddy brown.

'Oh go to sleep,' he said, and yet angered I was not -
For here was one with eyes so kind, and never had I thought
That beasts of birth who clomp the earth could ever see inside
What lies within the water's heart, and comprehend the tide.
To hear him tell it, he did catch me, like some flashing fish -
But I did abide by Withyside to shush him with a kiss.

I bade him sing to me of soil - of stone and loam and peat -
I learned to hold this shape until the ground no longer hurt my feet,
So strange the air, yet sweet and fair I found his knowing heart,
His yellow boots, his earthen hair, his footsteps and his Art,
I said, "Sweet Iarwain Ben-adar, you know I am but water,"
He said, "I would not have you leave your soul, my love, dear River-daughter."

With lilies now he comes to me in the soft light gloaming,
He knows I always shall return when the current takes me roaming,
We two, we sing the twilight in, when day decides to rest,
We sing the dawn awake, and rain to break upon the garden's breast;
I've shown him jewels in the river, he's shown them in the sky to me,
And as the river slakes the trees, so Tom feeds Goldberry.

So they say that rivers flow, ever roaming to the sea,
Still free of fear, holding all things dear, I shall abide with thee.

This is a work of fan fiction, written because the author has an abiding love for the works of J R R Tolkien. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema, except for certain original characters who belong to the author of the said work. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for presenting the work on this archive site. The work is the intellectual property of the author, is available solely for the enjoyment of Henneth Annûn Story Archive readers, and may not be copied or redistributed by any means without the explicit written consent of the author.


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Author: Vulgarweed

Status: General

Completion: Complete

Rating: General

Last Updated: 05/03/03

Original Post: 03/28/03

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