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MajestyBlack the night that closed around me,

(Now I see!)

When I listened as He promised

Majesty.

Long I waited; still she turned and

Looked on you!

Son of few years, quickly fading:

Mortal, true.

Shadows steals across the City,

Hidden light;

I shall drown both star and candle:

Bring the Night.

See the furnace-glow of crimson?

Hear the roar?

To Doom I have brought completion:

Nothing more.

Bloody chaos breaks around me,

Unafraid;

I shall find her – she'll forget you:

Fate unmade.

But your arms are strong as iron,

Have no doubt;

Past the rail meant to save me

I spill out.

Seven times they jagged crush me,

Wrathful stones;

'

The Greatest Warrior- The Greatest Warrior -

Sword clashed against sword; wood against wood, for now, but someday it would be steel ringing above the training grounds, Faramir thought. He shifted on his feet, uncomfortable under the midday sun, and glanced towards his wife. Éowyn watched the display with a blank face; but years of marriage had taught Faramir to read that mask of hers, acquired during the darker days of her life. He knew she was worried.
Turning his attention back to the training grounds, Faramir scanned the couples of fighters for his son's golden hair. Elboron was there, amongst the other boys of his age who wished to join the training t

I Dreamt a DreamI dreamt a dream of Valinor
the Blessed Realm of Eldamar
where stars gleam on the ivory shore
and Elven-folk dwell with Valar.
In dreams I crossed the silver sea
and rode the waves all topped with foam.
A joyful chorus greeted me:
fair voices calling, "Welcome home!"

In visions fair I then beheld
the seas of Ulmo, great and wide;
I walked through forests never felled
with fair Yavanna at my side.
I wandered deep in caverns dim
where jewels gleamed pale in rocky bed.
In Aulë's forge I stood by him
and watched the embers blazing red.

O'er emerald hills there came the sound
of laughter and of dancing feet;
and leapt they o'er

The Mirror Cracked'A blazing wave devours white shore,'
The poets muse on Feanor,
While they should wish him nothing more
Than swiftly falling ash.
In reckless words we forged our fate,
In white-hot script for cracking slate,
Each syllable the world's weight -
But gladly were we crushed.
I saw blood in the soft sea wrack;
Each sea-elf dead a mirror's crack
In our own faces staring back
From all the noble slain.
In Dior's blessed and empty face
I searched for us but found no trace.
The mirror shattered. Only grace
We bear no more stared back.
The waves closed over Elwing's head,
Dissolved the Light that silver bled
Into a face that held no dread;
So different from ourselves.
Not princes now, nor kings, but thieves,
And reckless as the falling leaves,
We take the Jewels and my heart grieves:
For all the world is stained.
For this the final Doom we bear:
In blood spilt red as Nelyo's hair;
The golden Vanyar lying there
Dead, even as our hearts.
The living Light is agony;
A shining, sharp finality:
A leap i

J. R. R. TolkienJust see who enters
the realm of dreams
creating lands
that none have seen

Retaking kingdoms,
legends of old
Molding them into
enchanted world

Reaping the fruits
that in his mind grow
to rivers of words
that from his pen flow

Travel through the lands,
follow the dream
He gives you his hand...
Enter with him!

An Old Legend

Ages long gone and ages long passed
Shades of grey, man's memory fades fast
The glory days told of old
Shines as brightly as silver and gold

Before the dark, before the strife
Before many of the spans of life
There lied the glory that men bore
The gilded light of Westernesse's shore

That era of brilliance, that age of wealth
That time of wisdom and of great health
Those days are passed or so it is said
As now the great kings of lore lie dead

Is there a hope against such reckless hate?
Where does it lie? The enemy's gate
Draws nearer every day
And now there is little that holds him at bay

But still we hold on to legends and tal

The Grace Given to MeThe Lord of the Rings fanfiction: How do you know that today is the day to die? How do you spend your last day? The thoughts of Aragorn.

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It is time. I know it just as the birds know when to obey the calling of the wind and fly away from the cold lands to feel the sunrays on their wings again. I know it just as the tree knows when to say farewell to its leaves, watching them flutter to the ground one by one and giving something of itself with every leaf. I know that my time has come.

Sometimes I wondered how I would recognize it. How does a man know that he has reached the point where he can leave with dignity and greatn

Into DarknessHe knew he had died before he was dead, which was quite a strange notion. He had seen the horrified looks on his sons' faces, had felt his strength leave him. He had known the exact moment when his heart stopped beating and when his body crumbled into ash, to be blown about by the wind.

And he had known the exact moment when he understood that Morgoth would never be defeated by the Noldor. The curse that had escaped from his lips was filled with all the hatred and anger from the depths of his heart.

And then he was gone.

Curufinwë Fëanáro stood on a raised platform, surveying the long line of dead Souls. The line was straigh

Like Moth to a FlameMelkor beholds the eldest son of Finwë in the white city of Tirion. He sees him approach—head held high, intricate robes billowing, hair braided with weaving gold and red. He sees him pass and feels the resonating power, the elegance and the confidence, and the wrath. He sees him leave, and hides a vicious smile seen by none.

Melkor beholds the greatest creations of Curufinwë Fëanáro at a great feast before the Valar. He sees their dazzling, shining light of the Two Trees, and their perfect, rounded shape. He sees the dreams of the Valar and the hopes of the Elves, and the accursed Music of Eru resounds in his ears.

Manwe SulimoNoblest of the Holy Ones,
First in the Thought of the One;

Lord of the Breath of Arda,
Master of air and storm.

Lord of wind and birds he is,
And rules from the tallest of mountains that be,

He is the Elder King of Arda;
Ruler of the Powers is he.

The Secret Garden"I know what you're thinking about," Nolofinwe's known, beloved voice whispered in Anaire's ear.

"Really?" she answered playfully, her eyes laughing.

"Yes," he kissed her neck and hugged her from behind. "For I'm reminded of our first meeting as well…"

They were standing in a hidden spot between the many trees that surrounded 'their secret garden', as they came to view it. It seemed every child found this spot and claimed it to be his or her own, and currently their son, Findekano, was playing there with his cousin and friend, Nelyafinwe son of Feanaro.

"It was not so long ago, you know," Anaire said, turning in his arms to demand a

A Golden Leaf, A Golden MemoryA stray beam of orange light filters through the condensed golden leaves that clung to the branches of the trees. Stray breezes tickles her neck, just like on any other sunrise. The fair-haired Elven lady wraps her pale white cloak securely around her tall, sleek frame.
Her sapient eyes watch intently as a single leaf is swept off of one of the ancient mallorn-trees. Bright yellow sparkles appear whenever its vibrant side is facing the rising sun.
Slowly it descends, swaying gracefully in the air. A smooth and pale hand reaches out, and the fallen memento of the tree lands peacefully on her hand.
"Not idly do the leaves of Lorien fall,"

Into WaterInto Water

The end we have always dreaded has come, and I am entwined together with Morgoth's beast- we are become as one writhing, thrashing creature of steel and flame and flesh. A horrible din fills my ears, which must be his roar of pain at the spike of my helm embedded deep in his breast, or perhaps it is my own scream as I cling closer to him and the fire that emanates from his body licks at my face and skin, burning me, threatening to engulf me entirely. In a final, desperate burst of strength, I wrap my legs as tightly as I can around his and wrench them out from under him.

Suddenly the world is side

Caves of the ForgottenNow sing the song of dreamers under stone
In Caves of Damned forever they will sleep
And wander ever in their dreams alone

Now sing the song of dreamers under stone
In place forgotten where Sun never shone
There Ar-Pharazôn landed with his fleet

Now sing the song of dreamers under stone
In Caves of Damned forever they will sleep

Luthien TinuvielDark as midnight was her hair,
And her eyes were sapphires bright.
Her voice was like the song of birds
As she danced with feet so light.

This was Luthien, Thingol's daughter,
For she danced with elven grace,
While in the shadows watched Beren,
An man of mortal race.

Luthien saw him watching her,
So she cast a spell and fled.
And there Beren, a statue, stood,
Though he was not dead.

Eventually, the trance wore off,
And Beren found her once more.
He called out the name "Tinuviel,"
And Luthien fled no more.

She loved him from that moment on,
But this was not Thingol's will,
And he would not let Beren marry her
'Till he brough

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The Rohirrim Ride Forth

by ~RilwenShadowflame, Jun 30, 2012, 12:02:56 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

Bold they ride and battle-ready
Swift the horses, stern the Men
Sounds of hooves like thunder rising
Who shall ride homeward again?

Gondor calls in hour of peril
Rohan answers, ever brave
Rohirrim ride, though each man knows
Journey's end may be the grave.

Forth they ride, the Eorlingas
War's horn calls to Rohan's Men
Bravely go they to the battle
Some shall not ride homeward again.

The Rohirrim Ride Forthby ~RilwenShadowflame

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

A poem, inspired by the Muster of Rohan and Ride of the Rohirrim chapters in Lord of the Rings.

I just found that section rather powerful, really.

All names, concepts and story elements from Lord of the Rings are the property of Tolkien and the Tolkien Estate.

~DaenerysOfTargaryens Aug 1, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Very good poem

~RilwenShadowflame Aug 1, 2012

Thank you very much.

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