AragornReading_RevWelcome 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, you can read all of the poems that we received here in our Great Hall of Poets.

So come and join us by the hearth and enjoy!

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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. 


The Ring of Barahir
By: Old Toby

A priceless treasure, wrought in silver,
serpents’ heads and gem of green;
House of Bëor in open war,
defying Morgoth’s deadly dream.
Felagund in challenge stood
before Death’s door that bore his name;
saved by the hand of mortal man
in Battle of the Sudden Flame.
A priceless treasure beyond measure,
washed in blood and held in fear;
a gift well-earned for life returned
from Felagund to Barahir.

A token for a time of war,
a father’s son to wear the ring;
‘twas by perchance he saw her dance,
fair Lúthien, and heard her sing.
Beren fell beneath her spell,
her price born out of ancient greed;
her father’s will, a Silmaril,
a jewel to sate his hungry need.
A token for an oath that swore
an Elf King’s promise gravely made;
the battle won, he saved the son,
and by his death the debt was paid.

A priceless treasure, wrought in silver,
token for a time of war;
an heirloom passed down to the last
surviving kin of Isildur.
A priceless treasure beyond measure,
token for an oath that swore
both blood and tears down through the years;
the final end, the Timeless Shore.
From elven King thus passed the ring
to mortal hand, to legend’s heir;
a silver ring for Gondor’s King,
the fabled Ring of Barahir.


To The East
A Hobbit poem by Anonymous

Look to the East,
To the mountain home,
To our hoard of gold,
And our fathers’ bones.

Look to the East,
Past darkening trees,
Past the Bear-man’s land,
And goblin thieves.

Look to the East,
To Elven halls,
Past quarrelling trolls,
And rain that falls.

Look to the East,
Over Shire hills,
Past green smials,
And Hobbit mills.

Look to the East,
Past evenings well fed.
Warm hearths soon behind us,
With home ahead.