The poem of Gil-Galad

[Encaitare]

Encaitare: Great work, really great. My favorite was "Shieldmaiden." It almost sounded like a song, wish I could make up a tune for it. -- Elianna

Thanks! I really think of it as a song too. I think of it as a heavy metal song, with a female vocalist. Perhaps I should start a band just for that purpose!

NK, I decided to type up what I've got so far... not much considering what I want it to be, but long nonetheless!

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“Maglor’s Lament”

I.

The last of seven brothers strong
The last of we who suffered long
The last live son of Fëanor
Am I who mourn on lonely shore.
Dark were his locks and bright his eyes
As one who is not fooled by lies
And mighty whe’er he fought or laughed
Was this great master of his craft.

Of skill unmatched was Fëanor
And many days ago, before
The time was past of Arda’s Spring,
He made, more great than magic Ring,
Three Silmarils, with light within
Of Telperion and Laurelin.
Yea, the silver Elder Tree
Was held forever there to see
And Song of Gold, the younger fair
Was then and always shining there.
And in those days the light yet shone
In neither Gems nor Trees alone,
And proud was heart of Fëanor
Who then yet dwelt in Valinor.

But in the heart of Melkor, hate
Grew towards the keepers of Jewels great
He lusted for both pow’r and jewel
And thus within his mind so cruel
He plotted long. Black jealousies
He held for those in light of Trees
And so Ungoliant he sought
The spider foul who loves life not,
Promising sweet light to consume,
And thus on errantry of doom
To Valinor they sped.

But all were gone
From Laurelin and Telperion --
Each Elf and Vala was at feast
Not knowing that had Melkor ceased
The peace uneasy. So he met
No sword or spear or arrow yet,
Nor wrath of Valar. Emboldened they
Approached the bright Corollairë
And while the Trees together shone
O’er Taniquetil and Tirion
And all bright lands of Valinor
None guessed what evil war
Would soon begin. For Melkor, he
Brought his black spear to each bright Tree.
The Trees then bled as life did wane
And then the Spider proved their bane:
She came upon them, drank them deep
And put them both to deathly sleep
With poisons great – Telperion
And Laurelin the fair were gone.

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I mention magic rings... well, firstly because it rhymes and secondly because we don't know what happened to Maglor... he could still be alive at the time of the creation of any of the rings. Or since we know that there was no shortage of other rings aside form the great ones, perhaps they began dabbling in ring-work back in Maglor's day. Who knows?

By the way, Lachwen, very lovely poems. I love how you include so many names in them.