{"id":81024,"date":"2013-10-21T01:10:08","date_gmt":"2013-10-21T06:10:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/?page_id=81024"},"modified":"2013-10-21T01:10:08","modified_gmt":"2013-10-21T06:10:08","slug":"the-great-hall-of-poets-october-2013","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/the-great-hall-of-poets\/the-great-hall-of-poets-october-2013\/","title":{"rendered":"The Great Hall of Poets – October 2013"},"content":{"rendered":"

The Ring of Barahir<\/strong>
\nBy: Old Toby<\/em><\/p>\n

A priceless treasure, wrought in silver,
\nserpents\u2019 heads and gem of green;
\nHouse of B\u00ebor in open war,
\ndefying Morgoth\u2019s deadly dream.
\nFelagund in challenge stood
\nbefore Death\u2019s door that bore his name;
\nsaved by the hand of mortal man
\nin Battle of the Sudden Flame.
\nA priceless treasure beyond measure,
\nwashed in blood and held in fear;
\na gift well-earned for life returned
\nfrom Felagund to Barahir.<\/p>\n

A token for a time of war,
\na father\u2019s son to wear the ring;
\n\u2018twas by perchance he saw her dance,
\nfair L\u00fathien, and heard her sing.
\nBeren fell beneath her spell,
\nher price born out of ancient greed;
\nher father\u2019s will, a Silmaril,
\na jewel to sate his hungry need.
\nA token for an oath that swore
\nan Elf King\u2019s promise gravely made;
\nthe battle won, he saved the son,
\nand by his death the debt was paid.<\/p>\n

A priceless treasure, wrought in silver,
\ntoken for a time of war;
\nan heirloom passed down to the last
\nsurviving kin of Isildur.
\nA priceless treasure beyond measure,
\ntoken for an oath that swore
\nboth blood and tears down through the years;
\nthe final end, the Timeless Shore.
\nFrom elven King thus passed the ring
\nto mortal hand, to legend\u2019s heir;
\na silver ring for Gondor\u2019s King,
\nthe fabled Ring of Barahir.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

To The East<\/strong>
\nA Hobbit poem by Anonymous<\/em><\/p>\n

Look to the East,
\nTo the mountain home,
\nTo our hoard of gold,
\nAnd our fathers’ bones.<\/p>\n

Look to the East,
\nPast darkening trees,
\nPast the Bear-man’s land,
\nAnd goblin thieves.<\/p>\n

Look to the East,
\nTo Elven halls,
\nPast quarrelling trolls,
\nAnd rain that falls.<\/p>\n

Look to the East,
\nOver Shire hills,
\nPast green smials,
\nAnd Hobbit mills.<\/p>\n

Look to the East,
\nPast evenings well fed.
\nWarm hearths soon behind us,
\nWith home ahead.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ode for Arwen<\/strong>
\nby Edualy M<\/em><\/p>\n

Arwen, Arwen Und\u00f3miel,
\nBright Star of Rivendell
\nWhose hair dark as the night
\nWhose eyes burned
\nWith the flame of Aman!<\/p>\n

Here you lived
\nAnd here you passed
\nBut still they sing of you:
\nThe One who gave her soul
\nTo him who stole her love.<\/p>\n

Your Love saved him,
\nYour kiss healed his wounds,
\nThat fateful day long ago
\nWhen you plighted your troth
\nUpon Cerin Amroth!<\/p>\n

Yet once more your light will shine
\nWhen you and he shall be called
\nTogether holding hands in peace
\nForever under The One in bliss.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

ADVENTURE<\/strong>
\nBy: TolkienGirl<\/em><\/p>\n

Come with me my friend
\nIf only for a day
\nLet your imagination take over
\nAnd your worries float away<\/p>\n

To a place where the sun shines bright
\nWhere rain is cool and sweet
\nWhere the softest wind blows
\nAnd green grass tickles your feet<\/p>\n

Where lakes flow crystal clear
\nAnd mountains rise up strong
\nTheir snowy peaks touching the clouds
\nOh, won’t you come along?<\/p>\n

To a place where eagles soar
\nWhere dragons guard the skies
\nWhere hobbits dance in the moonlight
\nAnd elves sweet songs arise<\/p>\n

Let your heart be free
\nWhere time means nothing<\/p>\n

Follow your dreams and find your fate
\nLet your adventure begin<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Wizard of Mystery<\/strong>
\nBy: Chris W<\/em><\/p>\n

Wizard of mystery,
\nGandalf, an Istari,
\nKeeper of rings to light
\nFires in mens’ souls<\/p>\n

Pipe gripped in his fist he,
\nAnachronistically,
\nFinally retires to
\nA land without trolls.<\/p>\n

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