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The Broken SwordThe light of Sun, the light of Moon

Glowed brightly in the blade

The seven stars from Varda's sky

Whose shine should never fade

The darkness fell with fiery gaze

Upon the shadowed land

But Sword and Spear in alliance

Against its evil stand

The broken sword, the shattered light

Of Sun, and Stars, and Moon

Yet still it has the strength to cut

The thread of evil doom

The empty throne, the tombs of kings

The future becomes past

And like a line in secrecy:

The shards covered by dust

The shadows gather, evil gloom:

The darkness stirs again,

Over the land, menacing cloud,

Dread returns to its den

But hand will come to wield the s
The Last MallornI saw

A tree stood alone

For him the wind played a song

I know

Wide is its crown

Its roots through centuries strong

I saw

A trunk proud and tall

Like temple-pillars of old

I know

The leaves that don’t fall

But turn to purest of gold

I saw

The sprouting young leaves

Like gems of green light in spring

I know

And then my heart bleeds

A dirge is the song that I sing

I saw

The last Elven tree

Upon this darkened grey shore

I know

Over the wide Sea

They’re gone to return no more...
Gilraen's LullabySleep, my son

The night is a river

carrying you there

where silver stars shiver

On streams of dreams

to a land without sorrow

where boys have fathers

and the mounds are hollow

in dreams...

Sleep, my child

the sun hides till morrow

Her last rays a way

that elven ships follow

There, names are not secret

that can bring a danger

And father to child

doesn't have to be stranger

in dreams...

Sleep, my Hope

and hope of your people

Than mighty oak

your roots are deeper

Once you will know

the pride of the humbled,

the value of honour

and hopes of your kindred,

their dreams...

Sleep, my son

while darkness is soothing,

while
The Ride of RohirrimThe beacons lit
The oath gives speed
Horses and riders tall
The sparkling shield
On bloody field
We answer Gondor's call!

Kisses to wives
The last goodbyes
Who returns, we don't know
This is the day
When we can't stay
The King calls, we follow

The sea of spears
The sun sheds tears
Eorlingas ride to war
To the red day
To glory, fame
In the ancestors' hall!
Look into my EyesOf my all forms, there is only one left. Of all my senses, I use only one. I don't remember the taste of wine in Valmar. I don't remember the feel of the hammer and anvil in my hands. I don't remember the sound of the Song I sang once, before Arda came into being. I see. I see the doom nearing. It walks with soft steps into the very heart of my realm, and I know it's too late already.

"I have come. But I do not choose now to do what I came to do. I will not do this deed. The Ring is mine!"

The centuries of watching, and yet I didn't see this coming. I know this form will not hold much longer, and so I look for the last time. Because that's
NamarieNamárië to the skies of blue
And the soft lush grass of green
Namárië to the rivers clear
And the days where air is clean

Gone is the time where we shall gaze
Upon a merry sight
For the fair folk who cared for this land
Are leaving in the night

‘I Aear cân ven na mar.’ they say
as tears roll down my face
The world is growing cold and dark
Without their care and grace

They journey to a brighter world
Where flowers never die
When the elves leave from this nurtured land
The howling winds shall cry

I wish I could go too with them
And see their haven realm
For never would I have to bear
A long bow, sword or helm

And
Shades of GreySummary: Manwë visits Melkor in the Void, and finds pity for the former enemy in his heart. Sometimes, there are shades of grey between white and black...

Rating: K+

Disclaimer: Just Retelling Reuel's Tales

Beta reader: Cairistiona

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It was cold here, upon Taniquetil. The air was thin, and the snow on the peak never melted. The wind didn't blow. It was peaceful, serene – a white silence stretching through the halls of Ilmarin. There, high above all, Manwë sat on his throne, and his sight was directed to the east. The threat to Middle-earth has been destroyed. The
The Song of Aragorn and ArwenHe:

Among the songs of waterfalls

in a valley green and fair

I sang the song of Lúthien

and spring was in the air.

She:

Among the birches' silver trunks

I heard your silent song.

And I saw youth and innocence -

- and I felt something strong.

He:

In that moment I lost my heart:

forever will it dwell

enchanted in your tender palm

in spring in Rivendell.

She:

The wind sang in the mallorn leaves:

each leaf a small green gem.

I found no peace with summer breeze

in dreamy Lórien.

He:

From distant lands under strange stars

I came weary, my feet sore.

I sought only rest from the war -

- and I found so much more...

an unhappy endingAN UNHAPPY ENDING

In a room of unfamiliar faces
I desperately searched for the comfort of yours,
And when our eyes finally met
My heart skipped a beat.

Feeling happy, scared and confused, all at the same time.
Thinking back a few days ago that I've fallen for you
With no reason or rhyme, loving you soo much
that I could say that I'm all yours heart and soul.

But now holding back every desire to reach for you
because they won't let us be together not ever.
Two hearts beating as one
wishing for an impossible happy ending.

Now I can't even be myself
Without you by my side,
Hurting so bad inside
That you can't even be mine.

Oo
My Inner DemonUnlock the dark destroyer
buried within.
Darkness descends upon
My soul.
Behold the demon.
A terror is born.
Deep in barren ground
I feel a rumble and a quake:
Evil stirs beneath me now.
My joy to watch the corrupted
Soul within my thrall
Condemned eternally.

I crave that power of knowing
When blood is shed.
To heighten my evil and
Drive up the thrill.
Paralyzed upon your
Blood of hate,
Darkness pleasured to full extent.
I close my eyes to revel in this sensation.
NOT a petThey returned to Doriath: Beren, Lúthien, and him. After some explaining to Thingol (not his business, luckily), they were treated like heroes. A lot of food that he didn't have to chase himself, a soft place to sleep... Huan would be content with his life here, if not for...

"Doggie! Doggie! Play with doggie!"

...the elflings.

He sighed. Really, how many of them could Doriath have? To Huan, they seemed to be everywhere. And what was that? A chewing toy?

"I AM NOT A PET!"

...

Oh drat... That was the third time. Maybe I can bark in morse code?
Never late to learn new things"Ooh, and try this! Delicious!" Varda smiled radiantly.

"Muhm..." Manwë replied with full mouth.

"Yes dear, but you just must try these cakes! They are from the Vanyarin baker!" Yavanna said enthusiastically.

Oromë looked up from his roasted beef, but then returned to it, too busy to voice his opinion.

Námo chewed something with the expression of a deep meditation on his face, as he rolled the bite on his tongue.

"They need it to life, you know..." he said thoughtfully, after finishing the mouthful.

"Uhm..." Manwë approved his observation.

"I just wonder... Why didn't we have this idea before?"
Eagles of ManweFrom the thought of Manwë and from the free sky
Song of soaring heavenly space far and high
Eagles were born, majestic wings and free cry
Star shining brightly
Nests in clouds and all-seeing eyes that can pierce
Shrouds of shadow, attack it with talons fierce
Eagles’ song sounds, knowing no darkness and fears
Thorondor mighty
World is reshaped, cry of the eagles still sounds
Mountaintops white - Gwaihir Windlord there soars
Did not forget Manwë the sorrows and tears
Middle-earth's Children
GondorGlory of past, memories
Oaths of faithfulness
Now arrived the hour of
e
e
Dark is the path the dead guard
Out of danger will
Rise the long lost kingly line
Caves of the ForgottenNow sing the song of dreamers under stone
In Caves of Damned forever they will sleep
And wander ever in their dreams alone

Now sing the song of dreamers under stone
In place forgotten where Sun never shone
There Ar-Pharazôn landed with his fleet

Now sing the song of dreamers under stone
In Caves of Damned forever they will sleep
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Halbarad's Farewell

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The gathering gloom, the feel of doom
This is an evil door
Darkness ahead, the journey's end
Is not far anymore

The threshold dark from a cold stone,
And my death lies beyond
But I follow, for you must go,
And faith is a strong bond

For noble past I've ridden south
After the sun of noon,
But for the future I will go
Into the sunless gloom

Behind that door no turning back,
And yet I'll cross this line
Towards the burning, bloody field
And hope that is not mine

Be well, my love, kiss our son
For me and for my king
Into your arms I won't return,
But don't let your heart sink

Do not mourn for me, cousin mine,
When my life's blood will flow
I only regret I won't see
The crown upon your brow

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Halbarad's Farewellby =MirachRavaia

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Halbarad's thoughts before entering the Paths of Dead



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~rstrider9 Apr 14, 2012
*sniff, sniff*

bawaaaaa !
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=MirachRavaia Apr 15, 2012   General Artist
*hands a handkerchief*
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~WARORK Mar 1, 2012
One poet to another, that was very well done and full of emotion, great work :D
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=MirachRavaia Mar 2, 2012   General Artist
Thank you very much!
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~Leurindal Apr 3, 2010
beautiful, Eva! Your poetic skills come out stronger than ever in this poem. And Halbarad is a lovely choice, too - he isn't given as much attention as he deserves, especially in Peter Jackson's movies!
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=MirachRavaia Apr 5, 2010   General Artist
Thank you very much, Leu! :blushes: I like Halbarad, and I think he really deserves more attention, although maybe he would not agree, as Haldir has died instead of him in the movies :)
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~Leurindal Apr 6, 2010
:D

That was the most stupid thing in Jackson's films! How on earth could Haldir (from Lothlorien) bring a host of elves from Elrond of Rivendell? We should make a more faithful version of the books ourselves someday!
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=MirachRavaia Apr 6, 2010   General Artist
Yes, we should! We need just a few milliards for the budget :D
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~Leurindal Apr 6, 2010
:D
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*DanaAnderson Mar 27, 2010
Very rhythmical!
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