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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

The Ride of OromeThe stars were young upon the heaven’s dome
and darkness dwelt under the shade of trees
and in the darkness evil creatures roamed,
when a horn sounded clear and pure in breeze.
Like thunder rode there Béma on his steed
and Nahar's mane shone bright with silver light:
glistening dream, the music of his feet,
before them fled the creatures of the night.
Now hoofbeats silenced, Béma rides no more
in Middle-earth under the rays of Sun,
but Nahar's children still stay on this shore
and on the grass of Rohan freely run.
The lords of horses, Mearas free and strong,
the steeds of kings that came out of a song.

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

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

Heavenly DanceAnor
Arien's flame
in bright glory rises
blind towards all but her duty
cold Sun
Ithil
Tilion's love
pursues her through darkness
the lunatic devotion of
full Moon

Ships of AlqualondeThe song of waters sounded clear and sweet
In light of Trees before its brightness dimmed
There white wood was with foaming sea-waves rimmed
The swiftest swan-ships in a mighty fleet
The sails were woven with a silver thread
As they sailed proudly through the storms and wind
Like graceful swans their prows were shaped, flanks winged
No better ship could sailor ever meet
Now white planks reddened with the Elven blood
In Swanhaven under the darkened sky
Where ships were taken together with lives
Then sky in Losgar reddened like rose bud
The fires rose on shores where the gulls cry
To Alqualondë only ash arrives

Of Names and DecisionsFair child without sorrow
Is your life hollow,
Noldorin prince?
Dreams are just small seeds
Adventures, great deeds
Ripen long since…
A burning fire
That’s your desire:
Onwards without wince

In the light of Two Trees
Noon of Valinor's bliss
Golden-haired child
Over the wide sea, though
Lie the lands you don't know
Distant and wild
Oh, eager child...

***
Faithful and steady
Is you oath ready,
Nargothrond’s king?
Reaping the visions
Of your decisions
Darkness will sink
For the oath spoken
Echoes unbroken
Loyalty true
A new hope is born
Grief of those who mourn
Up to sky flew
New day is coming
Dawning in blue

Eala EarendelSleep, my child...
Close your eyes under the blanket of night
A little longer
A little more time
Until you know how unfair the fate has been to you
Until you know what time you have been born into
Sleep, my child...
In sweet ignorance of dreams
Just for a while longer you can be
Like the Lords of the West who do not care
For you, for us
For your unfair fate
Sleep, my child,
And please...
Do not be angry at me
For bringing you into this dark world
Where hope is far and future dimmed
By the black wings of smoke
From Thangorodrim
***
Look, my child!
A new star is rising!
Sailing on the waves of sky
Gil-Estel
A holy flame
A spark to ignite new hope for tomorrow
They did not forget...
Éala Éarendel engla beorhtast
Ofer middangeard monnum sended!

Shadows of Nan ElmothO golden cage of Gondolin,                 is covetousness a crime?
Behind the bars a bird           felt freedom for first time
Aredhel Ar-Feiniel      and Eöl, elven smith
Found wonder in the woods,    between branches didn’t breathe
As she in the shade stood                  he saw her beauty bloom
Love piercing as a lance                       in the gathering gloom
Her freedom loving heart     in shadows shimmers light
Go

RochallorLike blue ice a flame

in darkness shone desperate

Horse returned alone

On green grass faithful steed died

heart-broken mourning his lord

J. R. R. TolkienJust see who enters
the realm of dreams
creating lands
that none have seen

Retaking kingdoms,
legends of old
Molding them into
enchanted world

Reaping the fruits
that in his mind grow
to rivers of words
that from his pen flow

Travel through the lands,
follow the dream
He gives you his hand...
Enter with him!

Turin TurambarYou want to be a master of your fate
And believe still that you can win this fight
But anger kills as surely as a blade
And so is dimmed for you Doriath's light
For king's judgement you did not want to wait
But fled instead - fugitive in the night
Wandering lost, you found men of the night
And joined with them, and shared their lonely fate
On Amon Rûdh you will for your friend wait
His love will guide him, make him join your fight
Then Bow and Helm will bring to these lands light
Until the bond is severed by the blade
The sword is black and cruel is its blade
When it cuts flesh in darkness of the night
What you have done, you'll see in flash of light
And understand the evil turn of fate
For it is not an enemy you fight
But Beleg's death that in your hands did wait
For other man the elven maid did wait
But love is as dangerous as a blade
That Gwindor sees, and gives up without fight
Then bridge was build, and dragon came in night
And so is sealed Nargothrond's tragic fate
In Pool o

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!

Dead MarshesOnce armies proud,
their enemies vile
Once armies proud,
now they rest in a mire
Side by side lie
noble Elf with a Man
Side by side lie
Orcs from a dark den
In dreamless sleep
Forever they'll rest
In dreamless sleep
Hosts of East, hosts of West
The waters cold
Are their murky grave
The waters cold
Above soldiers brave
Dead faces in water
Some noble and sad
Dead faces in water
And mud is their bed
Cold and pale faces,
Both evil and fair
Cold and pale faces
With weed in their hair
All foul, all rotting
Lit by corpse-lights
All foul, all rotting,
Fell barrow-wights
You should not look in
Or you'll lose your wit
You should not look in
When the candles are lit

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

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Music of Ainur

by =MirachRavaia, Apr 5, 2012, 4:52:15 AM
Literature / Poetry / Spiritual / Traditional Fixed Forms

Create and sing!
Your mind has wings from Music wrought
In an eye's blink to being brought in Timeless Hall
What you can think to the last dot, that I will call to make a world
                The horse's trott, the fir-trees tall, the heat and cold
                                        The creatures small, and big and bold
                                                                    Just as I've told:

                                                                                 Eä! Be!

Music of Ainurby =MirachRavaia

Literature / Poetry / Spiritual / Traditional Fixed Forms

The 5th poem for

(The 4th is in Slovak)

This is an experiment with form - as you can see, I like rhymes

Let's call it (=mrnakes' suggestion) a diagonal. A tutorial is here: [link]

The rhyming scheme is

a
a b
a b c
a b c d
...b c d
......c d
.........d

with every rhyme containing of 4 syllables.