New Life -- Lferion
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tolkienshortfanworksAuthor: Lferion
Title: New Life
Text type / Format: Poetry and Prose
Source / Fandom: The Hobbit, LotR
Prompt: New Life - Acrostic - TSFW | Black and White - Fan Flashworks
Rating: G
Word Count: 133
Notes: Many thanks to Zhie and Runa for sanity checking
Summary: Frodo encounters a poetic form he's not seen before.
New and stubborn green
Emerges bright from
Winter's ice white days
Long black nights of stars
Insistent, seeking
Fire from the sun
Eager with new life
"How is this even a poem?" Frodo asked, looking up from the illuminated page. "It doesn't rhyme, not even half, and if it scans, I can't tell how."
Bilbo Looked up at Frodo from where he was sorting through books in a small trunk, the smile with secrets behind it tilting the corners of his mouth, twinkling in his eyes. "Poetry does not have to rhyme, my boy, or scan -- though that one in fact does, if only in syllable count -- that one is an acrostic, and according to Master Lindir, there was quite a fad for them at various times through the Second and Third Ages."
Title: New Life
Text type / Format: Poetry and Prose
Source / Fandom: The Hobbit, LotR
Prompt: New Life - Acrostic - TSFW | Black and White - Fan Flashworks
Rating: G
Word Count: 133
Notes: Many thanks to Zhie and Runa for sanity checking
Summary: Frodo encounters a poetic form he's not seen before.
New and stubborn green
Emerges bright from
Winter's ice white days
Long black nights of stars
Insistent, seeking
Fire from the sun
Eager with new life
"How is this even a poem?" Frodo asked, looking up from the illuminated page. "It doesn't rhyme, not even half, and if it scans, I can't tell how."
Bilbo Looked up at Frodo from where he was sorting through books in a small trunk, the smile with secrets behind it tilting the corners of his mouth, twinkling in his eyes. "Poetry does not have to rhyme, my boy, or scan -- though that one in fact does, if only in syllable count -- that one is an acrostic, and according to Master Lindir, there was quite a fad for them at various times through the Second and Third Ages."
