servant of the (secret) fire


i may be a servant of the secret fire
but i do not want to stay
and i can barely keep back this

i am taut harp string
waiting for one whisper of wind
to set my song free,
sending it soaring into the sky
to join the celestial

maybe a falling star
landed in my heart
its flames leaked into my veins
its melody melted my bones
its tune tangled in my lungs
and it has been calling to its own
ever since

while i wait, remind me
that i too
am a steward
oh my soul,
did you not know?


The rule of no realm is mine, neither of Gondor nor any other, great or small. But all worthy things that are in peril as the world now stands, those are my care. And for my part, I shall not wholly fail of my task, though Gondor should perish, if anything passes through this night that can still grow fair or bear fruit and flower again in days to come. For I also am a steward. Did you not know?


I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the Flame of Anor. You cannot pass.

{ Gandalf in The Return of the King and The Fellowship of the Ring by J. R. R. Tolkien }

4 responses to “servant of the (secret) fire”

  1. Beautiful. ❤

    *glances at Lydia’s comment* ooooh I’m on the reader but now I’ll have to check this on the desktop

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    1. ❤ Hehe you'll have to let me know what you think. ^^

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  2. Gahh chills. ❤

    Also hey, new look. It gives off a slightly different vibe but it's nice.

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    1. Thank you. ❤ And yeah, my blog is kind of having an identity crisis right now. xP I'm not sure how long I'll keep this look but I wanted to try something different for a while.


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