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The Great Hall of Poets

August 22, 2016 at 12:51 am by Kelvarhin  - 

BilboReadingWelcome 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.

Laer Cú Beleg

​By Jennifer “Lover of Lembas”

The string was pulled,
The string was taut,
The arrow loosed,
The wind it caught.

Far over hill and dale it soared,
To serve both friend and mighty lord.
Pursuing one with cursed name,
Through peril and through fire and flame.

Strong friend was he, both brave and true,
His strength and fire ever grew,
Until a flame that burned as bright,
As Silmarils in evening light.

His love was but to defend,
He was a true and loyal friend,
Valor and honor were his wont,
And it led him to a bitter end.

Against evil he bravely fought,
But evil was the one he sought,
Who pierced him through with frozen blade,
And only pain and sorrow brought.

No more in fair woods will he sing,
No evening light or glow he bring.
These woods are barren wasted lands,
Wrought with lament for truest friend.

~~ * ~~

History Passing

by:  Quellind

(setting: Mycenae, circa 1500 B.C.)

“Atlantis”? No, my grandson
Your wise priests intone awry
Hear and mark, for truth is passing
Into myth! Recite, as I:

When the mercy of the gods
Cast the pride of Men-folk down
Sailed the Remnant from once-sacred shores
And watched their brethren drown

While the hammer of Ar-Pharazon
Made land on Aman’s shore
Struck with wounds, Isildur bled and fled
His home to see no more

But bore he in his bosom
His kin’s hope for brighter day
And the White Tree’s sapling yet would grow
As his line throned did stay

They called it “Atalante”
When the Isle of Promise fell
But its given name was Numenor
If old tales we would tell

~~ * ~~

Arwen to Elrond

by: Harpreet

I have loved the sadness of his quiet face,
I have understood the despair in his eyes,
I have known his aura, his hope, his grace,
And the age-old guilt which in his soul lies.

I have soothed his brow and felt the blades,
I have tried to ease constant pain by touch;
He’s love to me, and now when all life fades,
Death, when compared to this love, is not much.

I have chosen enveloping darkness,
I have spurned the last of the passing ships,
I have shunned every sign of weakness,
For the memory of his eyes, his lips.

If Aman promised me my share of bliss,
I care not, for, in his heart, I have this.

~~ * ~~

Thank you to everyone who sent in their poems this month, it was incredibly difficult to only pick three.  Cheers Kelvarhin & Mithril.

Posted in Creations, Fans, Green Books, Headlines, Lord of the Rings, Other Tolkien books, Poetry, Silmarillion, Community, Tolkien on August 22, 2016 by

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