Shadows of Nan ElmothO golden cage of Gondolin, is covetousness a crime?Behind the bars a bird felt freedom for first timeAredhel Ar-Feiniel and Eöl, elven smithFound wonder in the woods, between branches didn’t breatheAs she in the shade stood he saw her beauty bloomLove piercing as a lance in the gathering gloomHer freedom loving heart in shadows shimmers lightGo
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Eala EarendelSleep, my child...Close your eyes under the blanket of nightA little longerA little more timeUntil you know how unfair the fate has been to youUntil you know what time you have been born intoSleep, my child...In sweet ignorance of dreamsJust for a while longer you can beLike the Lords of the West who do not careFor you, for usFor your unfair fateSleep, my child,And please...Do not be angry at meFor bringing you into this dark worldWhere hope is far and future dimmedBy the black wings of smokeFrom Thangorodrim***Look, my child!A new star is rising!Sailing on the waves of skyGil-EstelA holy flameA spark to ignite new hope for tomorrowThey did not forget...Éala Éarendel engla beorhtast Ofer middangeard monnum sended!
Of Names and DecisionsFair child without sorrowIs your life hollow,Noldorin prince?Dreams are just small seedsAdventures, great deedsRipen long since…A burning fireThat’s your desire:Onwards without winceIn the light of Two TreesNoon of Valinor's blissGolden-haired childOver the wide sea, thoughLie the lands you don't knowDistant and wildOh, eager child...***Faithful and steadyIs you oath ready,Nargothrond’s king?Reaping the visionsOf your decisionsDarkness will sinkFor the oath spokenEchoes unbrokenLoyalty trueA new hope is bornGrief of those who mournUp to sky flewNew day is comingDawning in blue
Dead MarshesOnce armies proud,their enemies vileOnce armies proud,now they rest in a mireSide by side lienoble Elf with a ManSide by side lieOrcs from a dark denIn dreamless sleepForever they'll restIn dreamless sleepHosts of East, hosts of WestThe waters coldAre their murky graveThe waters coldAbove soldiers braveDead faces in waterSome noble and sadDead faces in waterAnd mud is their bedCold and pale faces,Both evil and fairCold and pale facesWith weed in their hairAll foul, all rottingLit by corpse-lightsAll foul, all rotting,Fell barrow-wightsYou should not look inOr you'll lose your witYou should not look inWhen 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 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
Death of Cu ChulainnStill your hand holds a swordStill enemies shiverStill death didn't take holdYour blood is a riverStill in your veins it flowsAnd burns like a feverBut now your brave heart slowsThough standing you remainLike avaiting more blowsSo a hero is slainBelt keeps you on your feetTied to stone with blood-stainSoon you'll your father meetAfter a raven landsAnd your heart stops to beatThough saying farewell to mortal landsTrue warrior does not bow, but stands
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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
Little PrinceWait for a time, exactly under the star. Then, if a little man appears who laughs, who has golden hair and who refuses to answer questions, you will know who he is. If this should happen, please comfort me. Send me word that he has come back.I met a boy. He wanted a sheep.He gave me the gift of laughing stars.I promised him I will not weep:that secret will stay forever ours...I met a boy. He owned a rose.She's on his planet - very far.I watch it every night - he knows...And so, if you by chance are closeto the place where his footprints are -Wait for a time, exactly under the star.Then, if a little man appears who laughs,who has golden hairand who refuses to answer questions,you will know who he is.Then he will teach you how to see -with your heart and not with you eyes,how moody some flowers can be,and how you should establish ties.So prepare to be a little tamed,just like it happened once to me.And if you cry - he can't be blamed:that's what comes
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Turin TurambarYou want to be a master of your fateAnd believe still that you can win this fightBut anger kills as surely as a bladeAnd so is dimmed for you Doriath's lightFor king's judgement you did not want to waitBut fled instead - fugitive in the nightWandering lost, you found men of the nightAnd joined with them, and shared their lonely fateOn Amon Rûdh you will for your friend waitHis love will guide him, make him join your fightThen Bow and Helm will bring to these lands lightUntil the bond is severed by the bladeThe sword is black and cruel is its bladeWhen it cuts flesh in darkness of the nightWhat you have done, you'll see in flash of lightAnd understand the evil turn of fateFor it is not an enemy you fightBut Beleg's death that in your hands did waitFor other man the elven maid did waitBut love is as dangerous as a bladeThat Gwindor sees, and gives up without fightThen bridge was build, and dragon came in nightAnd so is sealed Nargothrond's tragic fateIn Pool o
The Beauty of LifeBecause everybody is beautiful, and every moment of life is valuable:to bring life...to be born...to be innocent...to be a man...to be a woman...:thumb140447