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Haunting Spirit
Join Date: Jun 2003
Location: The House of the Fountain, Gondolin
Posts: 57
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OK, I simply had to add another bit. Tolkien's poem "Errantry" later became, through many incarnations, the story of Earendil. His invented trisyllabic rhythms are magnificent, and the whole thing is whimsical:
There was a merry passenger, a messenger, an errander; he took a tiny porriger and oranges for provender; he took a little grasshopper and harnessed her to carry him; he chased a little butterfly that fluttered by to marry him. He made him wings of taffeta to laugh at her and catch her with; he made her shoes of beetle-skin with needles in to latch them with. They fell to bitter quarrelling, and sorrowing he fled away; and long he studied sorcery in Ossory a many day. He made a shield and morion of coral and of ivory; he made a spear of emerald and glimmered all in bravery; a sword he made of malachite and stalactite, and brandished it, he went and fought the dragon-fly called wag-on-high and vanquished it. He battled with the Dumbledores, and bumbles all, and honeybees, and won the golden honey-comb, and running home on sunny seas in ship of leaves and gossamer with blossom for a canopy, he polished up and burnished up and furbished up his panoply. He tarried for a little while in little isles, and plundered them; and webs of all the attercops he shattered, cut, and sundered them. And coming home with honey-comb and money none--remembered it, his message and his errand too! His derring-do had hindered it.
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Then came there from the south of the city the people of the Fountain, and Ecthelion was their lord, and silver and diamonds were their delight; and swords very long and bright and pale did they wield . . . |
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