Bitter Glass, The: 1. I

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1. I

Finduilas, why thinkest thou the worst
Of me, for choosing thee at duty's call?
E'en if 'twas mind - not heart - that loved thee first,
Why thinkest thou I love thee not at all?

I know that I am stern and grim of face.
How else the rising Shadow's threat to bear?
But there is comfort in thy quiet grace,
And in the kinder shadow of thy hair.

I am what I am; thou'rt what thou art;
Surely there can be in that no blame?
I will seek to place thee in my heart,
And all I ask is that thou dost the same.

But how am I to ease thy discontent,
If 'tis mine own true self thou dost resent?

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.

Story Information

Author: Leonora

Status: General

Completion: Work in Progress

Era: 3rd Age - The Stewards

Genre: Poetry

Rating: General

Last Updated: 03/20/03

Original Post: 03/18/03

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