^Lol.
Actually, TT, there are poems and lines of poems that i just can't seem to get right. I don't have it all figured out, either! You're welcome, btw. I'm always glad to encourage my fellow poets.

I liked the thought of a poem about Frodo and Arwen (she's one of my favorite females, too), because (in the movie) she gave her life's grace away to him, later on (in the book) she gave him a white gem that would help with the memory of the darkness, as well as her place on the ship (i believe), and (also in the movie) they both seemed to wane as the Ring waxed. Also, they just sort of "go together" in my mind, if you know what i mean. I'm glad you and Itarilde liked it.
Forever: Thank you! I liked your poem, too. That idea of a person waiting for you beyond the world is one that i use a lot too, and it's special to me (because of Frodo and all

). Actually, I have one I could post...just let me pull it up here...
All right! I've (finally) finished punctuating it. This one is a lot like yours, Forever (at least, if you interpret it as you going and Frodo waiting), because...well, that's exactly what happens in my poem, too.

It's a "bit" long, and a
little mushy at the end (depending on how you define mushy

), but it's Frodo, so what can I say?

Well, here goes...*is sending her baby out into the world lol*
O Sorrow, let me go--
I yearn no more to know
Thy darkness and thy woe--
O Sorrow, let me go:
O Parting, set me free--
Close up, thou endless Sea!
Beyond thee let me be--
O Parting, set me free!
Thou shore of golden sand--
Most westward mortal land--
Release me from thy strand,
Thou shore of golden sand:
O let me fly from Earth,
My place of mortal birth,
And pass the long grey firthe--
O let my fly from Earth!
O waves on Sea-sand cast,
Know you to where he passed,
From Arda flown at last?--
O waves on seasand cast:
O Sea untamed and deep,
My loved one do you keep,
Where hearts shall never weep?--
O Sea untamed and deep!
Grey Havens, wait you still?--
Thy shores with seawinds fill,
Where stars their silver spill--
Grey Havens, wait you still?
O tell me, gibbus Moon,
Came he to seashore dune,
To pass the Firthe of Lune?--
O tell me, gibbus Moon!
O bear me far away,
Sweet ship of Elvengrey!--
On Earth no more I stay--
O bear me far away:
Fair vessel, take me home--
No longer can I roam
Along the pearly foam--
Fair vessel, take me home!
O Middle-earth, farewell!--
Thy song I love to tell,
But oceanbillows swell--
O Middle-earth, farewell!
Grey seas of Arda, pass--
Release this mortal lass!--
I go to silver glass:
Grey seas of Arda, pass!
Lead on, O Flame of Gold--
Thy rays of glory hold
The Elvenbliss of old--
Lead on, O Flame of Gold:
O Star of Twilight, sing,
My journey home to bring,
Borne up on silver wing--
O Star of Twilight, sing!
Shine, stars of silver-white--
More fair than mortal sight:
My soul is bathed in light--
Shine, stars of silver-white:
O sing, my soul: rejoice--
For love has made thy choice
To answer Aman's voice--
O sing, my soul: rejoice!
At last end of the World,
The curtain here is furled--
All fears are from us hurled,
At last end of the World:
Roll back, O misty rain--
I long to cross thy lane,
And cast off fear and pain--
Roll back, O misty rain!
As night goes by, I wait,
To pass through Arda's gate,
To last and blissful fate--
As night goes by, I wait:
The dark is grown less deep--
The Dawn shall rise from sleep,
And joy long hope shall reap--
The dark is grown less deep!
As night is from us drawn,
The trumpets of the Dawn
Turn waters silver wan--
As night is from us drawn:
The Morn shall soon arise,
White-kindling the skies--
Tears sparkle in my eyes--
The Morn shall soon arise!
Flame-white the Ocean burns--
The grey to silver turns:
For home my spirit yearns--
Flame-white the Ocean burns:
The silver veil is shorn--
Earth glories in the Morn,
So blissful and unworn--
The silver veil is shorn!
White shores on silver Sea
Bound green land fair and free:
Beyond them I shall be--
White shores on silver Sea:
All weariness is past--
My way leads home at last,
Across the Sea so vast--
All weariness is past.
The Elves are all about,
Though lonely I set out--
Their hail a joyful shout,
The Elves are all about:
But one my gaze has caught--
For him so long I've sought--
All else turns into naught,
But one my gaze has caught.
With joy like silver flame
In bliss I call his name,
Who long before me came,
With joy like silver flame:
His eyes and mine now meet--
There glows his smile sweet:
My light at last I greet--
His eyes and mine now meet.