Whatever the Valar intend me to do There’s naught with the power to keep me from you Whatever I grieve for, whatever I rue There’s naught with the power to keep me from you
No giant spider, no bodiless rider, no terror by fire that crosses the land no dark, no bright, no perilous fight can come between us when I reach for your hand
I stand on the line when the shadow creeps in But I will be with you before day begins We harry the dark and we weep for our sins But I will be with you before day begins
No orcs that creep, no nightmare sleep No fathomless deep, no wizard’s scheme No endless hour can raise the power To keep us apart when you’re in my dreams
A hand on a swordhilt, a hand on a bow A kiss that consoles me wherever I go One more day of fighting, one more day of woe A kiss that consoles me wherever I go
No black spell singers, no death that lingers, No icy fingers that reach for the soul No hiss, no bark, no wings in the dark Can touch my heart when you keep me whole
No time, no chance, no circumstance No wave that carries me over the foam No winter’s breath, no fear, no death Can keep my heart from coming home
Whatever the Valar intend me to do There’s naught with the power to keep me from you Whatever I long for, whatever I rue There’s naught with the power to keep me from you There’s naught with the power to keep me from you...
I wrote this as an incantation, a mantra, a promise and a focus as we struggle to reach home.
I see it as an exchange between a ranger and the one who waited for him, fighting on elsewhere. There are some lovers who cannot be separated by little things like time and space, especially if they can meet in their dreams. But I also wrote it for friends, or brothers, or anyone who is separated from their heart and longs to come home.
Later it evolved into a promise made to a little one that no matter what, you will, indeed, still be there in the morning.
To my great delight, you can see this poem featured in Avon's story Promises To Keep, and in Shadow975's epic An End To Innocence.
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