{"id":106646,"date":"2019-06-28T02:30:00","date_gmt":"2019-06-28T07:30:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/?page_id=106646"},"modified":"2019-06-28T02:30:02","modified_gmt":"2019-06-28T07:30:02","slug":"the-great-hall-of-poets-june-2019","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/the-great-hall-of-poets-june-2019\/","title":{"rendered":"The Great Hall of Poets – June 2019"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Dain\u2019s Last Stand<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

by David McG.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

There\u2019s a hallowed hill near Erebor were the heirs of Durin were slain.
And there upon that honoured mound stood the mighty warrior D\u00e1in.
For many a year, great peace ensued for Dwarf and Men of the Dale.
The Orc Wars fought so long and fierce had seen the Dwarves prevail.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Oh Mighty D\u00e1in
King Under Mountain
Ruler of Durin\u2019s Folk
Defender of the Dwarven Realms
We feast.
We drink.
We smoke!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was at Azanulbizar , Nanduhirion, that D\u00e1in in fire was tested.
When as a stripling of the Iron Hills, the Great Pale Orc he bested.
There it was he at last avenged the death of the honoured N\u00e1in.
Though foresight stopped him fighting on, for he\u2019d glimpsed grim \u2018Durin\u2019s Bane\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Oh Mighty D\u00e1in
King Under Mountain
Ruler of Durin\u2019s Folk
Defender of the Dwarven Realms
We feast.
We drink.
We smoke!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emissaries from the Dark Lords lands had come with words of tempting.
To seek a \u2018trifle\u2019 in form of ring, the Great Kings aid pre-empting.
But well knew D\u00e1in of the ancient deceit that had snared many a Dwarven Lord.
He refused the hand of the Morgul realm and they left in great discord.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Oh Mighty D\u00e1in
King Under Mountain
Ruler of Durin\u2019s Folk
Defender of the Dwarven Realms
We feast.
We drink.
We smoke!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Northward fiersome Easterling\u2019s marched to punish the warrior King.
To lay to waste all Erebor in refusing to aid the ring.
Erebor North down to Gondor South, the armies of Mordor assailed.
Though fiercely outnumbered with backs to the wall, D\u00e0in\u2019s Kingdom again prevailed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Oh Mighty D\u00e1in
King Under Mountain
Ruler of Durin\u2019s Folk
Defender of the Dwarven Realms
We feast.
We drink.
We smoke!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Brave men of Dale had answered D\u00e0ins call to face the Dark Lords threat.
Sons and fathers who would fight til they\u2019d fall for past wrongs they would never forget.
And so it was for Good King Brand who led the Men of Dale.
Standing side by side with the mighty D\u00e0in he fought there in the Vale.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Oh Mighty D\u00e1in
King Under Mountain
Ruler of Durin\u2019s Folk
Defender of the Dwarven Realms
We feast.
We drink.
We smoke!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But one by one the defenders fell , step by step retreated.
Til a fateful blow laid King Brand low and the allies seemed defeated.
But the Mighty D\u00e0in would not submit, Brands body fierce defending.
His fiery axe drank dark revenge from a stream that seemed never ending.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Oh Mighty D\u00e1in
King Under Mountain
Ruler of Durin\u2019s Folk
Defender of the Dwarven Realms
We feast.
We drink.
We smoke!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Finally fell the Mighty King, though his life he sold so dear.
Whilst safe secured behind strong Erebor walls his people conquered fear.
Long assailed the Easterling hordes, long the free folk defended.
Til there came a dawn when the ravens cried \u201cThe War of the Ring has ended! \u201c<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Oh Mighty D\u00e1in
King Under Mountain
Ruler of Durin\u2019s Folk
Defender of the Dwarven Realms
We feast.
We drink.
We smoke!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

~~ * ~~<\/p>\n\n\n\n

From \u00c9owyn\u2019s Diary<\/strong>
<\/p>\n\n\n\n

by Kayla B.<\/em>
<\/p>\n\n\n\n

All this time I believed
action was my only worth,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

glossy as a thoroughbred
ready to race for the prize\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n

when really such belief only
lives in other people\u2019s whispers<\/p>\n\n\n\n

saying only one kind can win,
only one kind can be right.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Someone saw through masks
I thought were my real faces,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

saw down through lie-scars
to the heart still beating<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and I saw the rubbed-red-raw
part of me I tried to cut away<\/p>\n\n\n\n

when really I am no 
thoroughbred<\/p>\n\n\n\n

instead I am a woman
who lives by coaxing heartbeats,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

who wants to open other
stables of illness, injury,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

which is why I never left
my uncle\u2019s creasing face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My own sick heartbeats
falter at changing pattern,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

but if this is real
I will fight through<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and I will prove to them
who I really am<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and want to be.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

~~ * ~~<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tin\u00faviel\u2019s Lengthening Song<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

by Melissa A.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Like full and flowing beards in Belegost,
As long as mangy tail of Carcharoth,
Or massive Glaurung, terror of the air,
As wide as trunk of H\u00edrilorn the fair,
Like fearsome, sharp, bright blade of Glend, Nan\u2019s Sword,
And Aul\u00eb\u2019s ponderous chain, Angainor,
As high as stands the head of Gilim,
Or far as flows the hair of Uinen,
So long may my dark tresses grow to be,
To match the height of towering tree,
That of them ladder sturdy I may braid,
Descend to bring my suffering Beren aid.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

~~ * ~~<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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