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This page will contain anything that I hear/read that reminds me of Haldir! Feel free to e-mail me with your "tribute" so I can post it up here!

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A Tribute for Haldir by "The Watcher of the Elves":
Long, blonde hair cascading,
And eyes blue as the sea,
Took complete control of
And captivated me.
"Haldir" is the name
That echos in my ears.
That is why, when you'd scream,
I'd fight away your fears...
You are all there is to me,
Even after your grave...
Now I wait for the day I pass,
When I'll see you and be saved.
You had this flare for passion,
You gave your all right from the start...
I think you were like Cupid,
Firing an arrow through my heart...
Love is something amazing,
We all love you still.
We would all fight for you:
Fight, die, and kill.
But now your beauty drained from us,
And our happiness does the same,
So we make this pledge to you:
Forever we honor your name.

O Captain, my Captain!
Poem by Walt Witman
O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;  
The ship has weatherd every rack, the prize we sought is won;  
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,  
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:  
    But O heart! heart! heart!          
      O the bleeding drops of red,  
        Where on the deck my Captain lies,  
          Fallen cold and dead.  

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise upfor you the flag is flungfor you the bugle trills;  
For you bouquets and ribbond wreathsfor you the shores a-crowding;  
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;  
    Here Captain! dear father!  
      This arm beneath your head;  
        It is some dream that on the deck,  
          Youve fallen cold and dead.  

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;  
The ship is anchord safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;  
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;   
    Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!  
      But I, with mournful tread,  
        Walk the deck my Captain lies,  
          Fallen cold and dead.

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~*~ My Captain ~*~