Framed
in foreign accents,
casual collars,
and arms embracing.
What a time
we’ve been having.
What a road
we have crossed,
and before us
a sea,
vast
and beautiful
as you.
Framed
in foreign accents,
casual collars,
and arms embracing.
What a time
we’ve been having.
What a road
we have crossed,
and before us
a sea,
vast
and beautiful
as you.
shatter my heart.
Enrich my breath with thunder.
Allow me
forbidden euphoria
to tremble heavenly,
while you remain still
immaculate.
You are daybreak,
the placid beams of golds and ambers,
piercing the trees, bringing life to the earth.
Shades of rose, of caramel and milk
give way to a subtle hint, the crystal blue reality.
You are daybreak;
eyes show the pining soul of a waking world,
so ready to greet this warm glance,
the heat that is the spark of heartbeats.
You are daybreak.
Ave Maria. Ave Oriens.
The pest
skulking among
my rose-tinted life –
that parasite,
immune to the most powerful
of mental pesticides I can afford –
this intruder gnaws
and claws
and digests away
at the foundation of my prudence. Continue reading
‘Scuse me,
but you seem in need
of some motivation
and self-esteem.
My dear beauty,
deserving to be a queen,
how I wish you could see
the damsel of grace
staring back at me. Continue reading
Whatever makes you happy –
this has become the phrase
to be etched in my tombstone. Continue reading
I was a can of soda today,
alone and forgotten too long in the freezer.
I didn’t realize I was carbonated,
did not understand the implications of low temperatures
putting pressure on my container.
I have been simply sitting here as the frost grew,
etching along my rim and tab.
Then, from nowhere, and with no warning,
it came. Continue reading
Damn.
I can’t shake you, can I?
Persistent little insect.
Quite a long thing, too.
Can’t see the end of you…
I stand before you,
shield against the swords
and storms that
dare to charge against
a brazen king.
Not so brazen as to be
unloved,
although you would beg to argue,
emphasize the moments of falter,
the short comings of a young warrior
indecisive,
dumbfounded to be found
alone.
But oh, how you forget
the rustic cry of defiance
that sent shudders through our bones
that day,
how demons ceased their glutony
and bowed deep into the dirt,
a homage to the vagabond king.
With no rally to your call,
still you threw yourself at the most grevious
of the horde,
its sins open and heavy, lingering in the
blood-seeped wind.
Beast against unleashed beast, the clash
of steel and bark,
above the despair you rose to claim
your people
and lead them to the victory
you had always been so sure they’d find.
And yes, you falter,
the bare ground beneath empty hands
and the enemy’s blow from above.
But this is not your fate come to carry you
home;
for there are those who would follow you,
take the blow only for you,
bring you to your feet
or watch you raise yourself
as you have always done.
Do not consider this obligation or dismiss
devotion for servitude.
Nothing is worth fighting for
if it is not worth dying for;
This barrier of flesh between your life and
your death
is love;
the choice, not of a warrior to shed
blood for his king, but
of a friend to die
for her friend.
I finally got to watch my Blu-Ray of The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey last night. I saw it in theaters once, and it rekindled my original intrigue of Thorin Oakenshield, especially in his back story. I went right for the book after I saw it in theaters and realized why I had an odd foreboding feel about falling for Thorin during the movie. [no spoilers, go read the book if you don’t know what I mean]
As some of you know, my Elaseim story, and the Elaseim themselves, came originally from a fan fiction I developed for the Lord of the Rings trilogy, where Rana existed as the last of the Elaseim simply so that Boromir wouldn’t die. Well, I still do that all the time, either making new characters as OCs for fan fictions (all in my mind, of course, I’ve only dabbled in writing my fan fictions down a couple times [for Harry Potter and Avatar: The Last Airbender] and I just couldn’t keep it up) or inserting Rana into the story. The Hobbit was no exception; since she is an immortal, it works that she would be part of this story as well as the trilogy. As Rana has developed, however, her dynamic in the fan fiction has also changed, so much so that her interaction with Boromir moved away from the original love story to a strong friendship, bound by the want for Gondor to gain greatness through men once more.
I had never had Rana interact with the dwarves of The Hobbit, and once I started to act out this dynamic, she and Thorin became the perfect match. Her new character development of late melds with his flaws so well, so perfectly; they are the high school friends turned sweethearts of Middle Earth in my mind. This is a small aspect of the relationship between Rana and Thorin, spoken from Rana’s perspective. Hope you all like it!
On a personal note, this is the hottest dwarf that has ever and will ever exist. Fili and Kili need a few more years before they can look this good… wait…
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Poems by Katie Hinderliter