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Favorite Son (with audio)
Frodo-lad thinks on his namesake.
Category: Drama
Date: 2003-05-08

 

And one evening in March, Master Samwise was taking his ease by a fire in his study and the children were all gathered around him... He had been reading aloud (as was usual) from a big Red Book on a stand...and there was Frodo-lad on the hearth-rug, in spite of his name as good a copy of Sam as you could wish.

(JRR Tolkien: from an unpublished epilogue to Lord of the Rings)

 

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Everybody says that I'm the image of my Dad I've got his eyes and curly hair And his hard-working hands I've got his love for gardens green Every flower, root and tree But I got something else from him That just belongs to me Ever since I was a lad he'd tell me songs and tales Of Elven queens with shining hair And dwarves with silver mail He'd tell of fearsome spider's nests And caves with goblins, too And sometimes, if the mood was right He'd tell me about you. Because I have your name, you know He gave your name to me. He tells me now you've gone away Across the distant Sea He says you were the bravest soul That he ever knew And I guess that I'm his favorite son 'Cause he named me after you My Dad was an Adventurer, before he settled down He helped to fight the Enemy And give the King his crown He traveled to the Blackened Land A mountain filled with fire He traveled with you on a quest To try and save the Shire He says you bore around your neck a burden hard and vile He tells how you were wounded How you struggled every mile He talks about your courage And your will to carry through And when your strength was almost gone My father carried you. And I have your name, you know He gave your name to me. He tells me now you've gone away Across the distant Sea He says you were the bravest soul That he ever knew And I guess that I'm his favorite son 'Cause he named me after you And now I lie upon the rug and watch the hearth-light glow And listen to exciting tales Of heroes long ago But sometimes when the mood is right Sometimes at the end I hear about you, you're the one He calls his dearest friend. Everybody tells me I'm the image of my Dad I've got his smile and sun-burned nose I've got his patient hands And I think I'll be a gardener, too Don't know what else I'd be! But I'd like for you to know I'm proud He gave your name to me. Oh, I have your name, you know He gave your name to me. He tells me now you've gone away Across the distant Sea He says you were the bravest soul That he ever knew And I guess that I'm his favorite son 'Cause he named me after you

 

 

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