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May 29 2014, 2:15am
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Welcome to The Great Hall of Poets, our regular monthly feature showcasing the talent of Middle-earth fans. Each month we will feature a small selection of the poems submitted, but we hope you will read all of the poems that we have received here in our Great Hall of Poets. So come and join us by the hearth and enjoy! If you have a Tolkien/Middle-earth inspired poem you'd like to share, then send it to poetry@theonering.net One poem per person may be submitted each month. Please make sure to proofread your work before sending it in. TheOneRing.net is not responsible for poems posting with spelling or grammatical errors. The Departure of Samwise into the West by Nomad1420 The silent hill stood lonely in the dimness of the eve When master Samwise Gamgee left in search of Havens Grey His Rosie had departed since, and longing for reprieve He slowly walked along the road, remembering the way His mind began to drift to pleasant images he'd seen Recalling friendships past and wondering where they had gone He thought of Elrond's valley and Lothlorien's many greens While traveling down the road beneath a melancholy dawn 'Twas there midway into his journey, sounds came from behind Of horses wildly galloping and voices clear in song He turned and then his eyes began to well for in his mind He much desired to see his friends before his journey long Then two ponies came around the corner at a trot 'Twas Merry Brandybuck and Pippin Took in grand array They both came riding up to Samwise for whom they had sought And to his great delight they fellowshipped with him that day "Young Frodo lad had tipped us off that you were leaving us," Said Pippin with a glare that would have made an Uruk shrink The three embraced and laughed and cried, they walked until the dusk Then sat upon the roadside, made a fire and shared a drink. They didn't speak of victories or losses or of war They spoke no word about the pains they suffered in the past They reminisced and Sam would often quote some elvish lore They talked about the harvest and if Autumn's cool would last They simply, and in hobbit fashion, spoke of hobbit life They pondered on the quality of next year's weed and beer Would Rosie lass accept and become Bingo Proudfoot's wife? Then Sam began to weep for he would miss those things so dear They all were weary from the walk and drifted off to sleep The new moon hung above them and the stars shone clear and bright They dreamed of towers and of battles, waters dark and deep For still their memories held terrors darker than the night But morning light began to shine, forgotten dreams all gone Without a word they packed and headed down the Elvish road And finally before them stood the Havens in the dawn A white ship gleaming beckoned Sam and there Samwise abode The ship passed out of sight and took the Straight Way to the west Then Merry stared and Pippin wept but smiles stood on their face They mounted two young ponies, singing songs and making jest Pippin spurred his pony on then, picking up the pace. ~~*~~ Folly's Last Stand by The Grey Elf Feverish wiles crackle in a sulfurous brain Flesh flambé excites hunger unreined Flickery tongue gloats with red-hot barbs tormenting Flaming ego fuels a pyro's spleen Fracking rages mine the faults of a kingdom cold Ferreous scales hide a heart of gold Filthy riches possess a blood-anointed king Forbidding oaths fly on gargoyle wings Fate's arrow pricks like lightning and burns a mortal brand Fabled pride snuffs out at Folly's last stand ~~*~~ "Witness of My Dreams" by Lady Arwen In Valinor , up in Elerrína's green from above I stare down at Middle-Earth There by the wind I honor the world beneath with a breath I feel my home of birth. Home, home of the love inside me home of my eternal being All the things I believe... O' Nénar , O' Soronúmë , my Elven stars back to my world , Elvenhome I returned With teary eyes I touch flowers and the leaves, enchanted by the magic being reborned. Being, being of the Eldar Being of the folken-Star As it was my memories... Singing and dancing by the Lórellin The leaves on the water , the faces in light Rána and the Stars covering all over the land And the Valar watching, over the Music bright. Music, Music of the Creation of Arda Music of Manwë and Aulë and Varda All the Ainúr who sang the Song... Then I heard there of Ilúvatar The One "Behold! Give this witness to those thee trust Sing them the song of the Glory of the Elves And make them belive they will never be lost." Witness is, witness of all you dreamed Witness is, your fate as it deemed forever with Eärendil... Then all the Land stood silent And the Elves ended their song I woke with wonder, and my witness was a Silmaril from the Ages of long. ~~*~~
(This post was edited by Silverlode on May 29 2014, 9:01am)
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