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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.

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

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!

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

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

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

Music of AinurCreate 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

Yavanna's lullabyBeloved children, you must sleep
In a sleep dreamless and deep
The black night fell
Like evil spell,
But you will your strength keep
Darkness spread over the land
The Lamps that fell we cannot mend
With poisoned sting
Now Arda's Spring
Has ended, its time spent
Close your eyes and do not fear
To my heart you are most dear
When you wake
The night will break
Sky again will be clear
Rest under the wings of night
So you can wake in new light
Waiting seed
A tree or weed
When land again is bright

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

Spark - chapter 3Guilt

Turgon's voice was cold. It was always cold when Maedhros heard him speak, which was seldom. Fingolfin's and most of the others' were usually rather flat around him, even the healers'.

"His brother is at the gate."

Fingon turned from his chair at Maedhros' bed to look at his brother standing in the door. "Which of them?" he asked in surprise.

Turgon laughed without humour. "Does it matter?"

"It does. Can you imagine Caranthir walking through our camp? There'd be blood."

"It's Maglor. So there probably won't be blood. Not that he'd deserve it any less." Turgon's voice was dark with resentment. "Atar allowed him to pass. Mainly beca

Spark - chapter 2Words

Words and music. Two things that were so far removed that it took Maedhros a while to even realize they were there. His mind still did not understand them, but his heart did, at least in part. It recognized them as something to break through the endless cycle of painful heartbeats, and left him no say in the matter. He suddenly found that it had the music, and the words, as if it remembered them from a time long ago, though that seemed impossible. They came automatically, forcing themselves out of him with such strength that he couldn't hold them back. He sang the words, sang the music, without having any recollection of how to sing, o

Spark - final chapterBurden
The lake-shore lay under several inches of snow, the lake frozen and covered with a white blanket. Maedhros sat leaning against the trunk of a leafless willow, whose branches vanished into the ice, hung with glittering icicles like glass beads. The sinking sun threw long-fingered shadows across the icy lake and frozen fields, creeping behind the Mountains of Mithrim in the west, in what felt to Maedhros like a constant reminder that no hope would come from that direction.
He was wrapped in a warm cloak against the cold, his right arm in a sling to prevent him from jolting movements. The stump was still tender to the touch, but he knew that, in time, it would heal completely.
The lake lay to his right, the last rays of sunlight turning it into a glittering spectacle trying to catch his eye, but he was not looking at it. His gaze was to the northeast.
There, across the peaks of Ered Wethrin, lay Angband. The day had been grey and cloudy, so he could barely make out the moun

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

I paint your face in my mindI paint your face in my mind
On the canvas of my dreams
A picture of hearts entwined

When to duty I'm confined
Loneliness louder than screams
I paint your face in my mind

I see your eyes - loving, kind
Beauty that from the soul streams
A picture of hearts entwined

That's where I can new strength find
When yoke of fate so hard seems
I paint your face in my mind

When the resolve stays behind
It is the love that redeems
A picture of hearts entwined

Even if I would go blind
In the darkness your light gleams
I paint your face in my mind
A picture of hearts entwined

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Shadows of Nan Elmoth

by =MirachRavaia, Mar 15, 2012, 3:25:58 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

O 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

Gondolin’s grief is nigh nearing darkness of night

Shadows of Nan Elmothby =MirachRavaia

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

There are three ways to read this poem: the usual way in lines as a whole, and the two columns can be read separately as well. Each of them should make sense... I hope it does, at least

It also uses alliteration - words starting with the same sound.
(I've seen this form here: [link])

For B2MeM prompts:
B15: Alliterative verse (Poetic forms)
B15: Aredhel (5 books 5 characters)

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~Laurfinde Apr 10, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Lovely! I really like that you were able to fit the rhyme in with it. But overall it is very delicately and artfully constructed.

=MirachRavaia Apr 11, 2012 General Artist

Thank you very much!

*DragonRider3 Mar 19, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Wow..

* can't compose good enough comment.. I don't know to write well, so it would not really explain well what I like..

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But I can simply say I love it, can I?

=MirachRavaia Mar 19, 2012 General Artist

Thank you very much!

*DragonRider3 Mar 21, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Aww, you are most welcome, my dear!

~Zireael07 Mar 16, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

This is awesome!!!

=MirachRavaia Mar 16, 2012 General Artist

Thank you very much!

~Embrethil Mar 16, 2012 Hobbyist Artisan Crafter

I'm not even going to ask how long it took you to write this. It's incredible.

So much skill. *bows down and worships*

Re Old English poetry, it wasn't capable of being read in two different ways. The way it's printed with the break is to show the two feet within each line. In the manuscripts it's all written out continuously like prose.

=MirachRavaia Mar 16, 2012 General Artist

About 3 bus rides

(it takes me half an hour to get to work and back every day, so it's a good time to create poems

) Thank you very much!

I guess nobody would bother with this in the looooong sagas

I have seen it in some recent poem, and the author said in the comments it was read this way, so I thought it could be trie for some shorter form of poetry (if there even was short poetry in that time). Thank you for the explanation!

~Embrethil Mar 17, 2012 Hobbyist Artisan Crafter

Yes, that is a good time. I always end up thinking about characters while travelling too.

Hmm, well there are shorter poems that survive. They're mainly riddles, and I don't know if it might be possible to read them this way. I suspect not, but can look into it.

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