Janowyn There once was a babe named Janowyn, Whose dear little ears kept on growin’ These sweet Elven tips, That her Mommy’s sad lips were cryin’, 'cos their growth wasn’t slowin’. Aldred, her step-dad round the room paced Such a dilemma he never had faced. He was truly dismayed At the fuss those tips made And a Healer was called – with all haste! Now this poor man, he was almost clueless On the pointy disease and its newness. His talents were all spent, And his instruments – bent By the strong little tips in their pureness! Had they paused to ask Jano she might Have said “Love my ears” but her plight Meant she wouldn’t For to speak she just couldn’t. So they all trekked to the City of White. Now their plan was to ask of Queen Arwen How such ears on a girl-child so charmin’ Could suddenly grow ‘Cos they just didn’t know And by this time their size was – alarmin’! Well the Queen, ne’er flummoxed, asked her father If he’d tell, how they’d got in such mather He said “’Course I can ‘Cos I am The Man, The best healer in Arnor or farther!” Well Lord Elrond, of course he was wise But these ears wore a cunning disguise That, try as he might The mystery stayed tight As a clam, to their beastly loud sighs. But this Elf Lord had more to his skill Than some charms or a bitter-sweet pill. So the Queen he did task For Mom’s ancestry to ask, And at last truth could finally spill. Jano’s kin, they came from Dol Amroth A town close by sea and wild wave froth. Once a place that could tell Of Elves from Nimrodel And Dunedain mingled, so ‘tis quoth. So - half an answer they had finally got That perhaps had been so hard to spot. But now – where to look? Such a long time it took Findin’ theories that ‘splained quite a lot! Well Jaenarra, the Mom, finally told Of Nazgul wounds, whilst her tummy still swoll’d. Now although she was cured, Her babe reeled as tho’ skewer’d Like a fish, by cruel poison so cold. Now comes the time for conclusion, ‘Twas no cause to feel disillusion, For Jano’s young blood By kingsfoil ‘twas flood When her Ma drank it strong by infusion! ‘Tis said that kingsfoil it is strong From it purged was that poison so wrong. E’en with athelas t’was said, A human child might be dead, So Jano clung to her Elven blood’s song. Though different, Jano’s healthy and blest With love, Elven ears and heart ‘neath her breast. She’s still Momma’s child - Aldred’s love’s still beguiled With her life’s blood - Elven noblest.