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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!

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

Death of Cu ChulainnStill your hand holds a sword
Still enemies shiver
Still death didn't take hold
Your blood is a river
Still in your veins it flows
And burns like a fever
But now your brave heart slows
Though standing you remain
Like avaiting more blows
So a hero is slain
Belt keeps you on your feet
Tied to stone with blood-stain
Soon you'll your father meet
After a raven lands
And your heart stops to beat
Though saying farewell to mortal lands
True warrior does not bow, but stands

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

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                                         In darkness sweet I dream I sleep; my fate to wait till time is ripe
      A tender leaf curled in the seed,               an idea that would be freed
                              I dream of bra

Maedhros: Son of FireHe was the fire
Devouring flame
Wine until bottom
And pain of fame

He was my father
His anger like flood
We sealed our Oath
In fire and blood

The flame extinguished
By Oath we're still bound
Through tears and pain
No rest to be found

The blood on my hands
And my hand in chains
What was it for
When nothing remains?

The Light we sought, burns
So close, yet so far
We are not worthy
To touch a star

Burning flame, take me
And clean the stain
Take the cursed Jewel
And end my pain!

In fire it started
In fire it ends
Just like my father
The fire in my veins

RochallorLike blue ice a flame

in darkness shone desperate

Horse returned alone

On green grass faithful steed died

heart-broken mourning his lord

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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The Song of Leaving Birds

by =MirachRavaia, Nov 2, 2012, 4:42:02 AM
Literature / Poetry / Nature / Songs & Lyrics

Of tired feathers silken touch,
The ancient tale of pilgrimage
When maple leaves turn red and gold
The soaring spirits know no cage

Goodbye to mists and fading fern
To silver threads of gossamer
The rosehips red and bitter sloes
Until the spring comes young and fair

Goodbye to songs in dreamy dusk
And the warm nests of sunny youth
When wings are weak, the will is strong
And stars will guide us to the South

To the far lands where winter winds
Do not have power over Sun,
So we can return in the spring,
Because home... home is only one.

The Song of Leaving Birdsby =MirachRavaia

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I think that there hardly is a bolder perspective on autumn than that one of the migratory birds. Hight from the sky, they watch the autumn colors of the land as they start their long journey, often thousands of kilometers, and not all of them will survive it... But those who do, will return again in the spring to build their nests again.
(I do realize this is true only in some places of the globe - if you are in a country where the birds come for winter instead, you'll have to use your imagination...)
The poem uses alliteration at least once in every stanza. I recommend reading the poem alloud