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The Great Hall of Poets

September 26, 2016 at 4:23 am by Kelvarhin  - 

ThorinReadingWelcome 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  One poem per person may be submitted each month. Please make sure to proofread your work before sending it in. is not responsible for poems posting with spelling or grammatical errors.

Beneath the Trees

By Lydwina Marie

I long have stood beneath the trees,
the stars of Varda o’er my head,
Yet my heart dreams of azure seas
far removed from dark Morgoth’s dread.

Morgoth reigns; I weep tears of grief
for my beloved Valinor,
In shadows he comes as a thief
to steal the lights that high did soar.

Telperion, O Laurelin,
silver and golden you once shone,
Your glory robbed by Morgoth’s sin:
the Elves have fled, the Dark Lord’s won.

Now I wander beneath the trees,
my eyes upon the stars above,
Tears are falling on golden leaves,
blanketing the forest I love.

His hand ghosts gently o’er my cheek,
he lifts my head to meet his eyes:
I see his love, his eyes I seek
for Celeborn knows why I cry.

She long has stood beneath the trees,
the stars of Varda o’er her head,
She dreams of far-off azure seas
far removed from dark Morgoth’s dread.

I feel her grief, I see her tears,
my lovely, cold Galadriel:
Her agony to my heart sears,
for I love my Galadriel.

Now she wanders ‘neath the trees,
her eyes gaze on the stars above,
Her tears sparkle on golden leaves,
blanketing the forest we love.

Her face is cold and fair and white
beneath the sun and shadowed moon;
Alone she strays within the night,
but to the seas she will drift soon.

Beneath the trees of Lórien
together now we wander long.
The darkness grows in tree and fen,
but mingled yet will be our song.

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