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 TalesBeta reader: Cairistiona--------------------------------------------------------------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
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
Gilraen's LullabySleep, my sonThe night is a rivercarrying you therewhere silver stars shiverOn streams of dreamsto a land without sorrowwhere boys have fathersand the mounds are hollowin dreams...Sleep, my childthe sun hides till morrowHer last rays a waythat elven ships followThere, names are not secretthat can bring a dangerAnd father to childdoesn't have to be strangerin dreams...Sleep, my Hopeand hope of your peopleThan mighty oakyour roots are deeperOnce you will knowthe pride of the humbled,the value of honourand hopes of your kindred,their dreams...Sleep, my sonwhile darkness is soothing,while
Halbarad's FarewellThe gathering gloom, the feel of doomThis is an evil doorDarkness ahead, the journey's endIs not far anymoreThe threshold dark from a cold stone,And my death lies beyondBut I follow, for you must go, And faith is a strong bondFor noble past I've ridden southAfter the sun of noon,But for the future I will goInto the sunless gloomBehind that door no turning back,And yet I'll cross this lineTowards the burning, bloody fieldAnd hope that is not mineBe well, my love, kiss our sonFor me and for my kingInto your arms I won't return,But don't let your heart sinkDo not mourn for me, cousin mine,When my life's
The Ride of RohirrimThe beacons litThe oath gives speedHorses and riders tallThe sparkling shieldOn bloody fieldWe answer Gondor's call!Kisses to wivesThe last goodbyesWho returns, we don't knowThis is the dayWhen we can't stayThe King calls, we followThe sea of spearsThe sun sheds tearsEorlingas ride to warTo the red dayTo glory, fameIn the ancestors' hall!