Disclaimer: I own neither the Elf nor the Ranger nor anything else that is a part of Middle-Earth.

Summary: Aragorn, sensing that his time is coming, tries to say goodbye to his closest friend.

Rating: PG

Author's Note: This was written for the Teitho October prompt, Healing.

Many thanks to my wonderful beta, Calenlass, for advice, suggestions, and patience with questions.


The Parting of Our Ways

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Am I a King? Can my decree,

Can Gondor's mark or royal seal

Command the waters of the Sea

That caused the hurt I cannot heal?

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Not Sauron's wiles nor Morgul-blade

Can torment as the Sea has done

An Elven soul; and yet you stayed

With me beneath this Eastern sun.

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If I could heal, and ease your pain –

The Valar gave me not that grace;

And while in Arda you remain,

I face the Doom of all my race.

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I bade you stay, but I must go.

My sun must set; my time is nigh.

And oh! It scars my soul to know

That we'll be sundered, you and I.

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The Sea caused hurt; another grief,

A colder and a deeper pain

I bring upon you: Men are brief,

And we may never meet again.

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With all my heart I wish you joy,

I bid you live in gladness – yet

Though I would every skill employ,

I cannot ask you to forget.

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Remember me – your years are long,

And this the morning of your days;

And never think I meant you wrong

Upon this parting of our ways.

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Remember me; though others might

In Eldamar delight your heart,

I loved you till the Mortal night

Decreed an end to all mine art.

--

Remember me; and raise your eyes

To Varda's lights, and know I see

From distant shores those very skies

Whose stars you counted once with me.

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The path before I do not fear,

Nor will I grieve for crown or throne;

But who this Mortal night will cheer

If you are far in Elven-home?

--

My own bereavement I'll subdue

For Mortal souls were made to part –

My soul now trembles most for you,

And for a grieving Elven-heart.

--

The love of brothers never fades,

And you were never less to me;

Take comfort, as you walk the glades

Of Eldamar across the Sea.

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I cannot teach you how to heal:

Immortal souls will sink and soar

To depths and heights no Man could feel,

And if once felt, none ever bore.

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Remember, Elf, the love we bore,

And let your soul in gladness mend

That once, upon this Eastern shore,

You knew a Man who called you Friend.


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