The Land in Mourning

Silence covers all the land,
not once does anything stir.
And then the wind comes roaring in,
and swirls round rock and tree.

The stars have diminished, the moon has gone,
and it is time for the sun to rise.
And there it is, the emerging light;
immersing the land in gold.

The reds and pinks invade the sky,
and suddenly blend with blue.
The morning is here, the day has begun,
and the rain begins to pour.

The only sound throughout the lands,
is the tapping of the rain;
against the leaves; against the rocks;
flowing down granite cliffs.

Yet despite the profound tranquility,
and beauty of the scene;
no-one is there to witness it;
no-one is there to care.

The day drifts by,
and still not a soul has come.
The day has ended, the night is beginning,
and still the land lays deserted.

There still is no-one here,
like so many years gone by.
The dark and secret reason for this, my friend,
is there is no-one left to come.

They have deserted this land,
and traveled to places unknown.
They have abandoned this land, my friend,
meaning there is no-one left to come.

“No-body left to witness it,”
the rocks sadly tell the trees;
who then informs the flowers,
as the sun whispers to the stars.

The stars update the moon;
the final one to know.
”So this is what it’s like,” he sighed,
”to witness the Land in Mourning.”

By CrystalenDunami

Arwen's Lament

Under fading trees I stroll
Over glen and grassy knoll
The light, now fading into past
Graces me, a shadow cast
Upon the dry and dying land
Long since touched by Elven-hand
My lonely voice I raised in song
I haven’t heard it in so long
Must I dwell on sorrowed things?
On moons, on leaves, on magic rings?
I do regret my last good-bye
Last time beneath my father’s eye
Bitter were the words he spoke
In saying them, my heart he broke
But my life was not ill-spent
Not a choice do I repent
The ground I walk was once greater
to only wither in hour later
Lothlorien was this wood’s name
Galadhon was great in fame
Beloved bowers of green
Dearest thing I’ve ever seen
Yet I gave my life for men
To leave the wood and hill, and then
Seek for cities, white and pearl
Gondor’s standard to unfurl
There I found the human king
Who sought the death of the One Ring
Lasting love to him I gave
To be with him until the grave
Queen of Gondor, I was told
My Elfdom to it I have sold
But my eyes have seen so much
My life is too fragile to touch
I shall ask for immortal sleep
Lie on green moss in darkness deep
All my blessed soul is gone
I shan’t wake with the new dawn
But like a flow’r wilting in cold
Within my breast my heart does fold
My life before me, and I see
What else I could have done with me.
But I can tell the hour is late
And death ’neath boughs shall be my fate.

By Quill

Untitled

Let autumns of stone whisk you away
beneath gold-rimmed veils in black
You may stand before the tomb
But you will not lie in it
Grieve, sister, grieve and weep
for love departed this world in a breath
as it did enter.
Never live again . . . you do not wish to

By Quill

The Hobbit

In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit
Who liked smoking and eating as he saw fit
And as every hobbit, he was quite content
With no adventures or battles to fend

Yet Wizard Gandalf had other plans
To remove the idleness of Bilbo’s hands
He send him off into mischief
With nothing but a handkerchief

With thirteen dwarves he set to wander
To a land by dragon torn asunder
From West to East the journey leads
A road filled with dangerous deeds

Thievery led them into trouble
Yet the Trolls were turned to stone and rubble
Safely they reached Rivendell
A valley where noble elves do dwell

Over Hithaeglir their journey led
Home of goblins, their intentions bad
They escaped again with Gandalf’s aid
After the goblin king had dearly paid

Yet Bilbo was lost during their flight
And found himself in great plight
With help of ring and riddling wit
He bested Gollum and fled the pit

Out of the frying pan and into the fire
They found themselves again in great dire
Yet they were saved from goblin and beast
By mighty eagles who bore them East

With Bëorn they rested, waited by sheep
They talked and were merry and had some sleep
Yet the journey continued, to the edge of the wood
Forced to travel through the trees on foot

To Gandalf’s warning they paid no heed
They strayed of the path in dire need
By hungry spiders caught in a web
By Bilbo the dwarves were freed from the trap

Yet long their freedom did not stand
For then they were caught by elven hand
And after facing many perils
They escaped the halls in wooden barrels

Down the river they reached the lake
Their minds still set on defeating the drake
On ponies provided by Esgaroth’s men
They finally reached the dragon’s den

Yet killing the dragon proved not easy
Each of the dwarves felt a bit queasy
So they send the Burglar, who stole a cup
And made that the dragon Smaug flew up

The drake’s aim was to destroy Lake Town
Yet one single archer shot him down
Though the hole in Smaug’s armour was narrow
Bard the Bowman shot him with one arrow

About the treasure there was a fight
Stubborn Thorin heeded not men’s plight
Yet just as it escalated into war
Goblins and wargs came from afar

Both elves and men and dwarves alike
Fought side by side, landing strikes
Yet battle was the downfall for many a friend
Thorin the Dwarf there found his end

Dain Ironfoot became King under the Mountain
And King of Dale was Bard the Bowman
And Bilbo, quite content with the end of the roam
Accepted some riches and then journeyed home

By Morrigan

Sam’s Reflection

I sit beneath the willow tree
And think of all I’ve done
The memories of long ago
Remind me of who I am
I remember all the songs I’d sung
When I was in my prime
None can I now recall
Save for only one
A song of love and adventures gone
I sing it one last time:

My journey goes forever on
Away from home where I belong
With the grass beneath my feet
So many people I chance to meet

From the distant Wilderlands
I travel far to Elven sands
The fair face of Galadriel
Hath touched my heart as nothing will

As I climb to rocky heights
Against the chilly wind that bites
I am here for my master’s sake
So only a few pots and pans I take

Over rocky mountains wide
My spirits are lifted by my pride
Far beyond me darkness looms
As I follow my destiny to Mount Doom

By Callowynne

Farewell to Lórien

The leaves brushed golden afar are a-wave
in my home, as twilight passes to end of days;
the seasons are fading, I must be away.
Ah Lórien, my summer ends in winter's play.

Do you hear my call beloved home of heart?
Lórien, forever dear, in end even as in start;
more than my joy, the leaves beckoning from so far -
a lamp to my soul, as to my path the Lady's stars.
And yet forth go I, leave must I, for the call of Valimar.

Navaer starlit elanor's gleam,
heart of hearts, sweatest dream of dreams.
Beloved home of gold, dearest Lórien,
my day has drawn down to an end.
Guren nallatha nalú le achenin.
My heart shall weep 'til I see thee again.

Yet even as I look back to where lies
my home of eons, though time passed by;
I will always see the leaves golden cry
in my heart, where runs still the mellyrn's sigh.

Beloved home, beloved friends,
Lórien, dear homeland, laurëa Lórien.
Thy gleam of beauty is as ballads untold.
The call draws me away, but though time grow old,
I will return again, to my home, true I hold.

One day my path shall turn, and then behold!
Joy shall be in mine tears that fall
Golden be the elanor of the ages tall
And home I return, my heart shall not stall
Mae tollen na mar! be the glorious call.

Na vedui, I am home again,
in dearest beloved Lórien.
Fairest of woods of beauties wrought,
foremost for ever in my weeping thoughts.
Await me, beloved Lórien,
One day I shall return again...

By Sanda Isilmë

"Silent Battle Song"

Where now are riders, the horsemen so bold?
Where are solid drums and clear calling horns?
Where now are shining helms and blades so cold?
The uproarious battle song now has gone.

Icy raindrops lave upn blemished armors,
By frozen hands the rusty blades are drawn;
Doomed are the troops that made of no warrior
And stand alone to fight for another dawn.

Wide vast land and empty plain far beyond,
Shall soon be tombs to thousands valiant braves.
We'll spent our strength our spirit not forlorn,
But to carve our names in stones but our graves.

Dark is the hour Men's courage hangs by thread:
But there's still hope whilst we still have a breath.

By Asteris Elaina

Of Beren and Luthien

In Doriath, the sheltered realm
where flowers grow beneath the elm
lived Luthien an elven maid so fair
her gown was blue and on her cape
were broideries of flower shape
her beauty lit the dark and filled the air

Through many horrors, much ordeal
with wounds not even time could heal
came Beren to the ever greening wood
he saw her beauty from afar
her face shone brightly as a star
between the silver trees in awe he stood

She quenched his soul and made him strong
he gazed at her, meanwhile she sung
the sweetest tunes the world had ever heard
then he approched to call her name
he knew it not, but in the flame
of love that burned inside him found the word

Tinuviel, sweet nightingale
my life has been a gruesome trail
of suffering and choices made unwise
but you bring to me peace of mind
and I can leave all hurt behind
for just one single look into your eyes

Those were the words that Beren spoke
and as he did great love awoke
in Luthien, the elven maiden's heart
their love grew stronger day by day
they walked the woods to much dismay
of one who loved her too, the royal bard

He gave away their every move
to Thingol who could not approve
that Luthien would wed a mortal man
in rage he spoke, this is my will
let Beren bring a Silmaril
to offer as a bride-price if he can

Then Beren rose, as he stood tall
he said, now this I vow to all
that in my hand a Silmaril shall rest
no hells of iron are to strong
no road can ever be too long
for love will guide me safely on this quest

He then bid Thingol a farewell,
for jewelry the Noldors sell
the greatest treasure ever known to earth
before King Thingol could respond
he left and went to Nargothrond
for he was sure that he could prove his worth

In Nargothrond he found support
in Finrod mighty Noldor lord
who vent with Beren on his hopeless feat
with ten companions they set out
disguised as orcs they were about
to make it past The Dark Lord Morgoth's seat

But Morgoth saw through their disguise
in his black pits a grim demise
awaited as a wolf began to feast
upon the captives one by one
until at last the eldest son
of Finarfin broke free and slayed the beast

In Doriath, once free from grief
the elves looked on in disbelief
as Luthien began to wither fast
a shadow fell upon her soul
a pain nobody could console
as Beren had been in the dark pits cast

She fled and followed Beren's path
determined to withstand the wrath
of Morgoth as she knew she could not live
without her lover by her side
allthough their love were them denied
her life to grant him freedom she would give

While hunting on the Guarded Plain
the fair elf, Celegorm so vain
saw Luthien and thought that he would take
the royal daughter as his bride
as he was overwhelmed with pride
and wanted her for his own power's sake

He cast her in a prisoncell
and once again the shadow fell
upon her as she saw no way to flee
but Huan hound of Valinor
had grown to love her more and more
and finally he helped to set her free

Meanwhile the King of Nargothrond
had been released from his oath bond
when Luthien arrived she found him dead
they buried Finrod, Friend-of-Men
and set for Doriath again
to leave behind the sorrow and the dread

They shared a kiss, then swore a plight
that they would linger side by side
through every trial, every gruesome strife
But when they finally returned
he left as he had still not earned
the right to take the elf maid to his wife

But Luthien and Huan found
that they were to his journey bound
great love for Beren lived within them both
together they set out anew
inside them their desire grew
to fight for the fulfillment of his oath

He understood it was their fate
to be together and the maid
revealed the powers she had in her might
Before they reached the citadel
she cast upon them both a spell
to make them look like creatures of the night

But as the neared the gate they saw
a mighty wolf guard, the red maw
who stood between them and the iron crown
through hidden powers Luthien
cast him into a sleep and then
they entered Angband while the guard was down

As Morgoth saw the fairest elf
to ever live he told himself
that he would let her sing to please his thought
but in her words was magic deep
and spellbound they all fell asleep
as Beren took the Silmaril he sought

They fled but Carcharoth awoke
the spell of Luthien he broke
prepared to strike he stood before the gate
against him Beren was alone
he thrusted forth the precious stone
both Silmaril and hand the great wolf ate

He swallowed it but as it burned
his evil flesh, away he turned
and Luthien and Beren fled away
she healed his wounds and they set out
for Doriath were Thingol's doubt
in Beren's virtues as a shadow lay

Then Beren spoke out proud and bold
he said, as promised now I hold
a Silmaril from Angband in my hand
and Thingol said, Erchamion
great honour you have surely won
and Luthien has found a husband grand

Then Luthien and Beren wed
each other where they first had met
in Doriath, but they were not to gain
great happiness or time to dwell
as Carcharoth, the hound from hell
had breached the borders, driven mad by pain

A hunting party went to kill
the wolf, but with his gruesome skill
he slew down Huan and hurt Beren too
the wound was lethal and he died
while Luthien was by his side
her spirit broke as she was to him true

Deep in the Halls of Mandos went,
then Luthien as she would bend
the fate that lay upon all Afterborn
she sung a song of their great love
the Valar heard it from above
and to another fate she was then sworn

She was allowed to live again
with Beren but as mortal men
their souls would leave the earth when they then died
they lived for years in Tol Galen
but never saw a soul again
content to be together side by side

By Kyung

Nirnaeth Arnoediad

Inspired by the deeds of he, who lost his hand, there came to be
a union of both elves and men, who gathered at the black gate when
they thought the time had come at last, to overthrow the evil vast
that dwelt in Angband like a shade, and drew straight to him those who strayed
in Middle Earth, dark was his mind, and so the army was aligned
in Thangorodrim long ago, from Angband came the gruesome foe
of Morgoth, once a Vala great, but now the Dark Lord cloaked in hate
against him stood commanders bold, they were the elves and men of old

The sons of Fëanor were there, as they were of their oath aware
and hoped that they the stones could gain, that Fëanor had sought in vane
and with them from Beleriand, came many elves and strong did stand
among The Firstborn brave and wise, and elf with valour in his eyes
The High King Fingon, skilled and just, but many Noldor did not trust
in Maedhros and from Nargothrond, would only very few respond
to Maedhros’ plea but Gwindor came, for deep within him burned a flame
of rage for Morgoth’s evil rule, and for his deeds so vile and cruel

An even smaller host was sent, from Doriath, they would not lend,
no aid to sons of Fëanor, but leave was free to those who swore
that they would not serve Maedhros, hence, then strengthened was the great offense
by Beleg Strongbow, skilled as few, and Mablung, who was strong and true
From Falas Cirdan sent support, as Morgoth would the earth extort
but after Beren’s feat it seemed, that he could be to failure deemed
and also elves from Lindon found, the way onto the battle ground
as they too felt they time was near, to fight for all they did revere

From Gondolin then came the host, of him that Morgoth feared the most
to great surprise for friends and foes, and in the union hope arose
as Turgon lead his army grand, to battle under his command
from Brethil with their axes set, as they would not let Morgoth spread
his evil came Haladin folk, as courage in their hearts awoke
they followed Maedhros’ in his quest, to free those Morgoth had suppressed
but even greater help was gained, from dwarves who were in battle trained
by darkness never overthrown, as they were durable as stone

And last of all came men from east, their number highly did increase
the hosts that joined to end The Lord, of darkness and to see restored
the peace that they had come to know, in distant lands, so long ago
at midsummer the fight did start, and hope was found in every heart
In west stood Fingon, Noldor king, and proudly with him he did bring
his host and Hithlum elves and men, together they would fight again
In south stood Turgon’s army strong, their mail were bright, their swords were long
and in the east at Maedhros flank, were dwarves and Noldor high in rank

But Morgoth knew of many things, and sworn in had the Easterlings,
who stood by Maedhros’ side as though, they were not allied with his foe
and Morgoth sent out orcs disguised, the western army was surprised
by treats and scorn but they withstood, the mockery as best they could
but Morgoth had a vicious scheme, the orcs brought Gwindor to extreme
and mighty rage as they then maimed, his brother, Gelmir, and now flamed
the wrath in Gwindor swift the raced, and after Morgoth’s host he chased
relentless for revenge he yearned, his anger into madness turned

And like a fire in a field, his anger spread and none could shield
themselves against the lust to fight, and Fingon with his white helm bright
let blow the horns, the western flank, attacked with blades all sharp and blank
straight to the gate then Gwindor rode, but it was not on him bestowed
to break it down and he was caught, and to The Dark Lord’s throne then brought
Meanwhile the west flank saw defeat, they had no choice but to retreat
and fall did many elves and men, who never saw their woods again
but from the south with dawn came hope, as Turgon rode in from the slope

He breached the lines the orcs had set, and in great joy the two flanks met
and as their hope was born anew, they saw the east flank breaking through
but Morgoth had not seen defeat, and soon he sent out his elite
of dreadful beast, they came in hordes, and fell upon the elven lords
forth wolves and balrogs, dragons fierce, came and the army they did pierce
and elves and men were hit by fear, their arms were weak, their minds unclear
their hope was scattered in the sand, as nothing went as the had planned
no longer did they dare believe, that they could victory achieve

And as they fought the evil breed, the Easterlings did their misdeed
in treachery they then attacked, their allies in a vicious act
but little did their treason do, as their own flank to death them slew
and in great wrath could Morgoth see, the sons of Fëanor went free
but greatest in the eastern flank, were dwarves from Belegost they sank
not into fear before the flame, of dragons and then won great fame
but Glaurung then their lord down slew, and in this deed was wounded too
the dragons fled, the dwarves went back, in grief and none dared to attack

But Gothmog, wily Balrog Lord, towards the western army roared
he met with Fingon at the field, and did his mighty black axe wield
against the High King who stood proud, until a Balrog did enshroud
him into fiery cover tight, and Gothmog did with all his might
strike down the Noldor king of old, and as he did a white flame cold
escaped his helm as it was cleaved, and so the High King was relieved
from Middle Earth, from war and strife, as ended this day was his life
his banner once above his head, was not into his own blood tread

The army bold of Gondolin, stood still they knew they could not win
and Huor begged that they would flee, as he knew that there soon would be
a single hope for elves and men, to bring forgiveness once again
from Turgon’s and his own descent, and then to safety Turgon went
behind them still the battle waged, the Union still for freedom raged
they fought with might, they battled well, until at sunset Huor fell
alone stood Húrin in the night, away he threw his shield, with might
It came to be as Mandos said, that tears unnumbered would be shed
so many heroes died that day, so many lives were blown away
great suffering and losses came, and so the battle gained its name
and Morgoth’s orcs would raise a hill, of all the slain, at Morgoth’s will
a huge green mound that stood alone, in Morgoth’s desert as a throne
to those who gave their life that day, it could be seen from miles away
and on it grass grew long and green, a memory that there had been
a union once of elves and men, of valor never seen again

By Kyung

The Tree

Once a long time ago when the sun shone high,
A tiny speck of life fell from the sky,
It was borne upon the wind for long,
Flying, fleeing, wondering why.
The seed was planted into the ground,
Deep where the secrets are never found,
Sprining to life the seed did wake,
lifting its green head from a tiny brown mound.
The leaf of the tree grew higher and brighter,
It reached for the sky like a whirling fighter,
Massive its arms and boughs of bark,
Years passed and its leaves grew lighter.
The elves found it, loved it, and named it 'One',
The first of its kind and second to none,
Never to wilt, never to fade, or fall,
The One will be there forever, and never be gone.

By Roawyn

Seven Years

Seven years,
Of war and death,
In evil lands,
Against evil lord,

Seven years,
Of bolt and flame,
Sent to kill,
Freedom's host,

Seven years,
Of seige and raids,
All for peace,
for the free,

Seven years,
Of blood and tears,
All for peace,
for years to come.

By Sultan Lionstar

Call's From Across The Sea

Sight it lost,
Soul is not blinded,
Darkness reign,
Has gone from soul,

Now I hear her,
Calling to me,
From across the sea,
In Valar's land,

Though my heart longs,
To depart from here,
Deep inside me,
I know I must stay,

Now I shall walk,
upon Middle Earth,
And await the day,
When I shall leave

By Sultan Lionstar

One Day

No longer can I look up at the Green Leaves.
No longer can I lie in the grass in the Lawn.
No longer can I feel the warmth of the Sun.
No longer can I enjoy a day in the Summer.

Now I look upun the Golden Leaves.
Now I sit and rest my back to a tree in the Lawn.
Now I feel only the warmt of the Sun in the day.
Now I must live with the Autumn that is here.

Soon will I walk and look at Leaves that are not there.
Soon I will walk in the Lawn, feeling the snow in my face.
Soon I can not feel any warmth from the Sun.
Soon I will have to live with the Winter that come.

By Celebglîn

Celebglîn was like an Elven-King.
And with his bow he liked to sing:
the Eastern Division is fair and free
and all in the East shall answer me.

His sword was long, his dagger keen,
his shining hair afar was seen;
Countless swords on the battlefield
were broken on his silver shield.

And at this moment he fights away
evil foes more than tongue can say.
By his sword the orcs were killed,
and the East with pride and courage filled.

By Celebglîn

Torn

I cannot pass, I cannot stay
the years not slowly slip away
and yet I walk the sandy shore
waiting for a ship, evermore.

It calls to me, as it called to others
leaving silently with sisters and brothers
across the sea, the endless sea
on a ship that could not wait for me.

The sun now sets, with orange and red
no where I have to lay down my head.
The last ship gone, where now to go?
While in my heart my yearning does grow.

To the tree’s some have gone
but they do not right my wrong
I stayed to long, and now forever
my doom is set; to be changed, never.

What difference is there in the salty sea
and the tears that fall from me?
Mingled they are, and mingled they were
when I realized my fate for sure.

By Enyalie

Memorial Watch

The silent melody
of a dormat past
the dead are forgotten
but remember their last.

On moonlit eves
on a summer quay
the whispers are soundless
thus night pass away

They tell tales of war
long since decayed
to the final promise
or alliance slayed

How destiny fated
the rubble for their grave
now long distorted,
lost in a cave

Remember them now
remember their torment
for to the grave
our neighbors been sent

For history is doomed to reoccur
less the soldier at heart
be remembered and stirred.........

By Twiliin

Ainulindalë

His hand Ilúvatar raised,
In his voice thunder was caught,
Lightning erupted as he gazed,
The depths swirled with his thought,
Reaching out beyond the starry light,
As the One summoned forth his might,
And his thought became life.

No longer was he alone
I Ainur assembled at his feet,
Their eyes lifted to his throne
Hearkening as he spoke from his seat
A great theme, so darkness would disperse
A theme, to weave into the threads of universe
And the song became life.

But he who arises in might,
Melkor, he who received great gifts,
Conceived a desire born of night,
His lust for the Fire created first rifts,
And in the void, so empty of life and thought
The Fire that had kindled even him, he sought,
Yet the Flame is life.

Thus disharmony erupted,
Melkor spreading dissension,
Thus his brethren were corrupted,
Weaving their themes to reach ascension,
Weaving the thoughts of unlife that he held,
Yet with Ilúvatar his darkness could not meld,
For Eru is life.

His hand Ilúvatar raised,
In his voice thunder was caught,
Lightning would erupt as he gazed,
As the turmoil ended through his thought,
The third theme appearing in majestic vision,
The threads weaving together by Ilúvatar’s decision.
For Eru’s will is life.

He spoke, Let It Be
Eä created, void torn asunder,
With awe I Ainur turned to see,
Voices singing in their great wonder,
Praise on their lips to Ilúvatar seated above,
Marvelling at seeing the Children of his love,
His love being life.

Melkor spoke naught,
Yet his numbers quickly grew,
And they spread his dark thoughts
To create as they saw fit, from anew,
He wished for others to call him their lord,
And Ilúvatar’s designs he desired should be ignored,
For his will is life.

Fulfilled was Eru’s design,
As the Ainur into Eä descended,
Becoming the powers, Valar divine,
Eru’s plans they ceaselessly defended,
For the Children’s sake against Melkor they fought,
Carving a home for Eldar and Atani as was Eru’s thought,
For the Children are the eternal Flame Imperishable, eternal Life.

By Aduchil

The Song of Glorfindel:

"A tale I weave, hearken and look,
Of Elf-lord who this world forsook.
Of valour great and honour, of legendary duel.
Of courage unending, of demise beautiful yet cruel.

Now fallen had Gondolin fair.
Tower fell onto broken stair.
Yet foreboding was on Idril and thus she would devise,
A way that meant its dwellers could flee from this their demise.

Beneath mountains so dark they fled,
Through black gloom they walked with bowed head.
And they rejoiced upon feeling the blessed beams of the sun,
Relief filling their hearts as they thought the battle was done.

Yet they knew not of the dark plans,
That chief foe lay in distant lands,
His malice shown as the few survivors to the south fled,
A host of Orcs upon them fell, staining their black swords red.

Their hearts were struck by mortal fear,
Though then a cry rose from the rear.
A wind was felt from wings of the watchers that came to aid,
The Eagles delivered the Elves with wrath from the Orcs’ blade.

Again their singing slowly rose,
As they thought vanquished were their foes.
Yet song fell silent when grasped with fear they saw their error,
The Valarauka approached clad in great might and terror.

The demon’s red flames forth did burst,
Satiated its murder thirst.
The Elven children cried and shed tears as their hope did fail,
Now the strong axe of valiant Tuor could not avail.

Forth and strong as steel stood then he,
Tall in midst of fear he did be,
Bright armour, golden helmet, sword shining across the field,
And golden hair as flower crest laid with care on his shield.

Glorfindel drew arms with no fear,
When fell foe in wrath did appear.
In arrogance thought victory near, flame burning, glance cold,
Yet the demon had met its match in the Elf-lord of old.

Their mighty duel lasted long,
And the cliffs would echo the song,
Singing the metal sound of doom when clashed did axe and sword.
The Elves watched with wonder and awe the battle of their lord.

Though in the end the hero fell,
But not in vain as tale did tell.
For to his own demise the demon did with hero fall,
And through deed so honourable did he thus save them all.

Valour and courage beyond fears,
The flight continued though with tears.
Yet Tuor remained and down the chasm black he did gaze,
The Eagles bore slain hero’s body through the mist and haze.

Tuor embraced and his face held,
The truth those dead eyes him would tell.
As his father Huor he saw of the future a thread,
Of days that were to pass after into the west he fled.

“Rest now in lasting peace thy sword,
Ancient warrior, true Elf-lord.
Thy burial mound shall eternally lie here unseen,
Forever bright flowers may cover it, its grass grow green.”

Vow he took, promise he did speak,
As he held the slain on the peak:
“Fear not, friend mine, we will meet again,” he solemnly swore.
”I shall find thee as I walk on the shores of Valinor.”

By Aduchil

To Sea I Shall Go...

I shall do at the end of years
To where waves crash upon black cliffs
Where water laps the roughened sand
And gulls' cries echo across the land

We shall one day return again
To dwell once more in our eternal home
To true peace, blissfully
We shall sail across the sea

The sea is within our very hearts
The sea bird's voice haunts our souls
And even beneath the swaying leaves
We long for the salty sea breeze

But how am I to leave these woods
The place of my birth and all my years?
How does one finally leave behind
The trees to which one's revealed her mind?

Yet I shall leave these lands in time
To where waves crash upon white rocks
Where water laps the golden sand
And gulls' cries are heard throughout the land

By nimaroel

Golden leaves

Through ancient trees with golden leaves
I make my way to bright blue sky
Going higher, higher, higher still
Carried only by wind’s sigh

Where blossoms bloom in nodding trees
Beauty only we can know
People fair and people true
Moving past me as I go

The wisest hails me, calls me near
To sit by his side, to hear his words
Tales of old, so long ago
Tales of flowers, trees and birds

And here I find, fairest of all
Living high up in the trees
Carrying beauty, grace and strength of will
Seeing what no other sees

And to her I’ll sing my song so bright
This lady with the soft white hands
The lord, his words I’ll heed with care
And carry his tales out through the lands

Now I must go, my wings will roam
And take me far from this sheltered bay
Through ancient trees with golden leaves
This carefree bird will fly away

By Herinya

Of Aegnor and of Andreth

They met whilst wand'ring on the hills
an elf prince and a mortal fair
and while they walked by brooks and rills,
a fatal love did touch them there.

Yet Aegnor knew that fated t'was
for elves and mortals cannot wed
and bitterly he wept because
to leave her, his heart sorely bled.

"Why dost thou weep, my new found sun?
Has thou not joy in this fair morn?
Rejoice thou not in love new won?
Why doth thy weeping my heart warn?"

"I fear that I must leave thee soon
O fairest maiden that thou art
And no more by the light of moon
can meet thee, though it rends my heart."

"Already thou rememb'rest not
the love that led us wand'ring far
through wooded hills and elfin grot
beneath the light of sun and star!"

"Say not so, O mortal maid
for it is death that will us part.
When one is in the cold grave laid
remember thou wert in my heart!"

"Speak not so, O elven lord
yes, thou who wert not born to die-
what knowest thou of death by sword
or sickness, grief or eld, I cry?"

"Indeed the elves by sword are slain
or grief or fire or cruél spear
and thy words bitter give me pain
in torment they my heart do sear."

"I meant not so to wound thee, prince
with words so thoughtless and unkind.
With my own tears thy wounds I rinse,
with my long hair thy hurts I bind."

"Yet spoke I not in jest, fair mortal
I fear doom lieth on my head.
Soon shall I pass beyond the portal
to be numbered with the dead."

"Lord, I beg thee, say not so!
T'is I, a mortal, who will die;
I cannot bear that thou shouldst go
to halls unknown, and in death lie."

He spoke no more, but turned away
whilst Andreth washed the earth with tears.
A doom lay on them, cruel and fey
that hath been told throughout the years.

By Aklarien

Homecoming

To those who live beyond the Sea,
O when may we go back to thee?
For Eldamar my heart doth yearn
A longing wakes to swift return.
On yonder shore the waves do call
Their singing holds my heart in thrall
But fairer still are songs of elves
where Elbereth with Manwë dwells.
Yet love for this world holds me back
I cannot tread the beaten track
to Mithlond, where the grey ships lie
although I will go by and by-
for I would wait another year
a short while longer lingering here
although assuredly I know
I will at last to Aman go.

By Aklarien

Leave my land

The winds roll past this open land
Swerving the grass, moving the sand
It has rolled down onto my face
Turning it dry, with a steady pace

This land which I hold so dear
For its beauty, for its lack of fear
For so long it has kept me warm
Against a dark shadow and cold storm

The shadow which it has kept away
Seems to approach day by day
Even now as I look to the west
I see it there with its evil crest

Morgoth I wish to leave this land
From the swerving grass and the moving sand
Morgoth the Black, go back to the dark
For your evil plights the west do hark

By Lindirel

Into a Glimmering End

I hear his voice,
Yelling, crying, laughing,
I feel his Spirit of Fire,
Rushing through me,
Enlightening me with false pride,
His one true love, his only great joy,
It lays burning fiercely in my hands...

I see her hair,
As red as the blood that spills on my arms,
As red as the fire the graces my head,
Her love, in the beginning, was strong,
Yet she fell, as he had fallen,
As those rotting words escaped our lips...

I stand above the fires,
That taunt me as I yell in pain,
A stronger fire, singes through the skin,
It burns,
Its beauty burns,
It sears past my arm,
And into my tortured soul,
Into the empty shell of woes and despair
Destroyed by the scars and battles,
My fea, it is dangling above me,
My hroa, an unwelcoming host,
Tortured by those years,
Hanging, dying, longing...

Blood is dripping and skin is tearing,
My cries echo far into the empty distance
I barely hear the cries of my brother,
His pain not greater than mine,
Yet so very different,
Strikingly different,
Forgive me brother, forgive me brothers,
Though I have not forgiven you...

A hand lost for life,
Yet another scarred for lust,
Thank you cousin, curse you cousin,
For this life you forced me to keep,
Our friendship, once legendary,
Has fallen to the ashes of your mound,
And to the darkness of my damnation...

I have received my birthright,
Yet it glitters without providence,
Glittering ceaselessly,
Searing incessantly,
Provide me no reprieve,
For I deserve none...

It is my end, yet it is not his,
Brother, you shall be doomed to wander,
Wander endlessly, listlessly,
One by one we fell, and we were the last to stand,
Our foolish brothers, striving only to please father,
Yet they knew naught,
Only the two of us understand,
Only the two of us know,
Only the two of us regret,
Yet only one of us shall be thrown into darkness...

And here be my kismet,
Here be my fated end,
Here be the death,
In which the fire glitters,
Though not as brightly as the bane in my hand,
Here be the end, here be my fall,
There is no peace, there never has been,
This is the moment, as I cast myself down,
Into a glimmering end,
Taking my bane with me,
In all of its seductive glory...

Forgive me Brother, Brothers...
I hate you Father,
I love you Father,
And thus, Maedhros, Son of Feanor,
Has fallen...

By Machiavellian

The Legacy of the Fire

All the fires could not quench,
The anger and sorrow I felt,
As I stepped aside in adamant glory,
The flames flickered in their taunting murder,
A red that mixed with the ravaged waves,
Shrieks that drowned within the great roar,
Bodies falling, into the watery tomb,
Umbarto, Ambarto, forgive us all,
As you perished along with your ill-fated kin,
As your family coaxed the flames,
I stood away,
Unable to kill, yet unable to run...

The Legacy of a Coward,
The Legacy of the Adamant...

Years of black, darkness, and night,
Within the gloom of torture and pain,
My hroa was broken, yet me fea remained,
Forgotten in this barren land,
Hanging life by a thread,
Hanging reality by a chain,
An angry reminder to all that forgot,
How could you have forsaken me, Makalaure?
I would yell to each night,
I would moan to each hour,
I would whisper to each wound,
Longing for freedom, yet lusting for death,
Singing of misery with a somber voice,
Of all the torment that has befallen...

The Legacy of a Shadow,
The Legacy of the Unbroken...

Sans a hand, a body of scars,
Eyes obsolete, marred from inside,
Yet still deeper within, lay fire,
A Spirit of Fire, that had now been passed down,
From the Gifted to the Tall,
A Father's remaining pull on his tortured son,
Recalling the feeling of a metal hilt,
As it lay stoically in my hand,
A new surge of power,
An invigorating breath,
The Sudden Flame was met,
Atop that shadowed hill, I fought,
With new power did I yield,
The glint of metal that shone in the dark...

The Legacy of a Warrior,
The Legacy of the Unbeatable...

The Jewel Lust,
It would never cease,
A boring gasp that widened each hour,
Of all the pains, I bore this the hardest,
As it ravaged the fires within me,
And thus I felt it, as Dior we met,
My brothers perishing, met by the blade,
Dying for their cause, our cause,
Yet my pain was not the greatest,
My family had been broken,
By pride and by lust,
Yet Eluchil's was torn,
By our wrath and our fury,
Eluchil's two children,
Lost from his abode, and lost from our blades,
Ran in fright from our presence,
As we slew their Atar,
Guilt overcame lust, as my fea shone through,
Compassion made me run,
Into the woods, the darkness of my fate,
Crying for their names,
In hopes of repentace,
In hopes of remorse,
Yet forgiveness was a myth,
As I cried out in pain...

The Legacy of a Sinner,
The Legacy of the Penitent...

And soon, the finale,
The end of my sad tale,
In this life of miseries,
The end awaits those who bring it,
The sadness I have wrought, wholly alone,
Remorse and sadness could not amend,
The abomination I have become,
Makalaure, hope has left us,
It has been replaced by blood and anger,
Our dreams have faded into the sleepless nights,
Brother, we sing our last songs on this night,
And so we had, with the jewels in our grasps,
Our songs were our shrieks,
Echoing through our pain,
The light was laughing, sneering at our deeds,
Burning our skin, Searing our palms,
Left to suffer as our fate had been sealed,
My bane, my lust, my Father's glory,
Cried within the abysmal night,
Into my firey end...

The Legacy of the Dispossessed,
The Legacy of the Doomed,
The Inevitable Fate,
The Legacy of Maedhros...

By Machiavellian

The song of the Fallen King

Noldor king, I am
But it feels like a scam.
He has taken what is mine,
Leaving me the endless cry.

Oh, what a sad destiny
Has given me my dark enemy.
He haunts me night and day,
In my mind everything is gray.

He took my life and dignity
But he won’t control my destiny!
I’ll step into the unknown
Even if I need to storm.

Nightfall’s near
But I don’t fear!
I know what I must
My deeds won’t fall to dust.

Vile darkness is reaching
My soul is screaming
My spirit is rising,
I shall prevail!

Through blood I can only find
The way for my final ride.
His blood I will taste tonight
Morgoth!

Your time has run out!

By Fingolfín

Celeborn's Lament

Galadriel! Galadriel! The waves upon the Last Shore swell,
You leave me lonely here to dwell, in far dark Lorien.
Galadriel! O Lady dear! The stars are dimmed and not so clear
She who knew not death or fear is gone from Lorien.
My Lady White of mallorn trees, who stood unmoving 'gainst the breeze
Now sails upon the rolling seas, from far dark Lorien.
Long in sad Middle-Earth she roamed, now soft the Valar call her home,
Returning to the lands she's known, she's gone from Lorien.
The Ban is lifted from my Queen, the Exile now goes to her dream,
Her lover sits in sorrow keen, in far dark Lorien.
Her arms were white and lily-fair, of golden sunbeams was her hair,
No more will I find comfort there, she's gone from Lorien.
Oh Lady! Lady! sounds my cry, Come back to me and dry my eyes!
Here Celeborn will lonely die, in far dark Lorien.
Towards Valinor looks my tear-filled eye, looks West under a starless sky,
My graceful Lady's said goodbye, she's gone from Lorien.

By Aniroaldawen

When Last Light Dies

When last light dies and flower fades to gray
I will not face the Ages bent, alone;
Forsaking Twilight, by thee, my lord, I’ll stay.

When from thy face the Light has died away
I’ll soak thy skin with tears, thy name I’ll moan,
When last light dies and flower fades to gray.

Though to the Valar I should plead and pray,
Begging as thou goest to thy long home,
Forsaking Twilight, by thee, my lord, I’ll stay.

Though ship should come and fluting minstrels play
To bear me West, I will not leave thy throne
When last light dies and flower fades to gray.

And as my eyes see last the light of day
I’ll clasp death’s sweet embrace as ‘twere thine own;
When last light dies and flower fades to gray,
Forsaking Twilight, by thee, my lord, I’ll stay.

By Aniroaldawen

The Bridge of Love

How can one expect to find
A path that is wide, long and kind?
If not for hope one would never try
to go and discover; explore the sky.
But how then, can one have hope
without a love that surrounds and copes.

My master and I set out on a path
that was kind and warm but we always looked back
to see a fear that was chasing us
like hate in a room where a life collects dust.
Mr. Frodo and I depend on truth
to tell one another and never feel used.
But how then can one have truth
without a love that knows it too?

A hidden king I will remain
should my comrades fail me or death shakes my hand
But alas! My kingdom has a need of will.
A will that will govern them with hands of steele.
Should these brothers of mine die my journey is over and the will has gone dry.
But how then, can one have will
without a love that can never be killed?

I wait and pray each day and night
that he will find his way home and recognize light.
I must hold true to his heart and my own,
for if I do not then love here is unknown.
I must have faith that he will return
to my hungry arms and my heart that yearns.
But how then, can one have faith
without a love that is the gift of grace.

A bridge of love will carry us through.
To whatever end, me and you.
Love will build a bridge and illuminate a path
so we can find a way home
and be together at last.

By Lady Itarildë

Autumn

Delicate falling
an auburn carpet
of tree tresses
as a cool chill
brings to life
a new beginning
after a long age

Life is different
no more spring joy
caring for each other
fall is best
I used to say
but when the elves
are gone an I'm alone
in a city of men
I wish the autumn
of our years had
never come to be

By beliowen

Arwen’s Ride

My horse is running swift and free,
There are Evil Ring Wraiths after me,
Right now there are only five,
But I know soon more will arrive,

I must get Frodo to Rivendell,
Where everything is so green and fair,
There’s beautiful voices on the air,
And Evil is not welcome there,

I’m now in an open field,
And there are four more Evils here,
I urge my horse to quicken his pace,
A small tree branch cuts my face,

I urge him on once again,
We have to ride like the wind,
We jump a log that blocks the way,
I wonder how much more light we have today,

I see the ford far up ahead,
I look at Frodo and I dread,
His skin is pale and very cold,
When we jump I must keep hold,

We cross the ford and none to soon,
I can tell it’s way past noon,
At the other side I turn around,
The Evils made an awful sound,

They stopped at the edge to take in the scene,
I took out my sword in the sunlight it gleamed,
As I stood and held my ground,
The Ring Wraiths made a hissing sound,

“Give up the Halfling” they told me,
And then you may go and be free,
“If you want him, come and claim him” I yelled,
My horse reared and we almost fell,

Just then they dared to try and cross,
There came a rush and they were lost,
I breathed a sigh of pure relief,
But my heart was full of grief,

I looked down at Frodo’s pale worn face,
I prayed that God would give him grace,
His skin was now a silver white,
He was fighting with all his might,

I took him to Rivendell where he could be healed,
I’ve never seen anyone with so much zeal,
His best friend Sam never left his side,
He loved his master with such great pride,

When Frodo awoke he was is Rivendell,
He took a couple breaths of clean fresh air,
Sam came running into the room,
He looked at Frodo’s arm where he had had a wound,

He wiped some tears from his eyes,
He looked at Frodo in great surprise,
He could now hardly tell where the wound had been,
Though it left a small mark upon his skin,

Frodo’s face was now a lovely pink,
He was no longer on the brink,
I could now breathe a sigh of real relief,
My heart was no longer full of grief,

For now I knew that he would live,
He still had so much left to give,
He still had very far to roam,
Before he could even think of home.

By Sidra-LadyLock

Moria/ The lost Kingdom

I walked in the west and traveled through a lost kingdom I continued through.
On and on I traveled through looking left and right at once they must have had a great fight.
Blood everywhere covered these great halls.
The beauty there yet hidden from those who are not Bidden.
I continued through looking up and through a window I saw a light so bright I was almost blinded.
I saw in the deep where they had a feast it all went so fast they knew they couldn't last.
They continued on happy as they be then I saw a book telling how they had to flee.
They failed at that and that is where I am at but they are of course no more...

By LordAragorntheI

The Return Of The King

Born under silver dews of a silent winter sky
With the piercing of an eye you became a son of Rivendell
And within your name great hope was placed
As I saw you from afar.
A time to grow and laugh in splendour
Being but a child
With great sorrow and wisdom you took your leave
But in time we met again my friend
And the light within your eyes held all the tomorrow's of the world
For many years you wandered bearing the heirlooms of your house
Set against the shadow that seizes Middle-earth
And the fate of all it seems weighed heavily on your heart
From the smallest grain of sand- to the wind among the trees
To the love you bear for one- in these you played a part
But still you smiled and brought me hope as the days passed quickly by
And in your deeds the wise will know
As I recall the words-
The hands of the king are the hands of the healer
But for me- I already knew
The rightful King brought forth- the bearer and the wise
For their deeds and valour exceeded the mightiest of Kings
In pride you took the oath as voices cried with joy
The healing was in truth as trumpets blared we sang
King Elessar's reign began as the Tree and Stars unfurled

By Imfalas

The Last Battle
~~I wish for gentler times more blest~~

Will I meet my winter here
While the sun climbs over the mountain ridge
Along the plain the Rohirrim ride
Their Golden Hall gleams with pride
Within The White City seven stars against black
The fruit of Nimloth a gift from the west
The peace of the four Farthings where laughter prevails
The corn is so sweet and the pasture green
Deep in the mountains great halls are alive
Of the dwarven chisel and their skillful hands
Within the woods the elves still sing
Against the mountain there is wisdom and lore
But here I stand with blade in hand
Against freewill full of wrath
Throughout the ages it has trickled down
From the theme of one a shadow arose
But still I believe the music will survive
Even as I slowly drift afar
I have seen these wonders
Amid the cool green grass
Yet I have never tasted the salty sea or
Touched the snowflakes in their rarest form
On the eve of a sunset beneath the ancient stars
I search for the light to guide my way
With the piercing of a heart I hear the flutes play
A flash of silver and I follow the call
On the wings of an eagle I am borne away

By Imfalas

That Bittersweet Farewell

In Falas long ago there lived
An Elven maiden fair,
With sparkling eyes like the azure skies
and raven-colored hair.

Watching the waters, she would dream
Of lands that lay afar,
Unknowing of the rising dark lord,
A rebel of the Maiar.

And as she looked out at the sea,
One day her eye did spot
A ship sailing towards her land,
Its design she knew not.

“Tiro!” she cried as it appeared
To those that rested near,
As men came to Beleriand
That dark and fateful year.

And from then on her life was doomed
For of these unknown men,
One glimpsed her as she turned to leave
And swore he’d find her again.

And as she looked out at the sea
One day he did draw near,
And calling her, his gentle voice
Did reach her pointed ear.

Turning, her Elven gaze then locked
Upon his, calm and deep.
Her heart was taken from then on
Forever his to keep.

That moment was of purest bliss
As her love he did requite.
But this bliss would come to be the bane
Of her immortal life.

Her father promptly disapproved,
Her pleas were disregarded
And so they fled to Arvernien
The life she knew discarded.

Watching the waters as she left
With sorrow in her mind,
Her land she kissed a last goodbye
Then left it all behind.

Together they dwelled in loving peace
’Til days of Laer were past,
Then word came of Morgoth’s forces
Edging closer now at last.

“Melethril nín,” he said to her
”Le melithon anuir
But I must go seek foreign aid
Lest chaos should occur.

So they were forced to part their ways
As their pleasant life now fell.
”Namárië” was his last word
That bittersweet farewell.

Watching the water, she would pray
That to death he’d not be bound–
That Ulmo, Lord of the Waters
Would keep him safe and sound.

For years she awaited his return
But her hopes were all in vain,
Little did she know that long ago
Her beloved had been slain.

Watching the waters, she would weep
For one she’d never see,
But for him she would have yielded
Her immortality.

But as she looked out at the sea
She saw approach one day,
The dark lord’s forces, cold and cruel
Sail in the Balar Bay.

She knew she had but one lone choice,
There was no other way
And thinking of her love she cried:
”We’ll meet again today.”

With one last prayer, and one last word–
That bittersweet farewell,
She cast herself into the sea
Succumbing to its spell.

In Falas long ago there lived
An Elven maiden fair,
And if you listen carefully
Her song still lingers there.

By Mystalica

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