( By Britt F)<\/em><\/p>\n He thought he\u2019d strayed into a dream ~~*~~<\/p>\n by Reganath<\/em><\/p>\n In the Age of the Trees Melkor approaches Fean\u00f6r in Valinor and poisons his heart with lies saying that the Gods have imprisoned the Elves in The Blessed Realm to withhold them from their birthright: To be the Kings of Arda:<\/p>\n To Finw\u00eb\u2019s son now Melkor came And Melkor said, \u201cBehold the Gods! \u201cA prophecy there was of old ~~*~~<\/p>\n By N Sokol From nasty trolls and their fouly smell, From moving mountains throwing stone, A final chase down the forest slope, Goblin screams and wargen cries, A grateful speech and a friendly thanks, A Dwarven city laid far the East, A fiercely fire that yet awaits, ~~*~~<\/p>\n by A Kent<\/em><\/p>\n They call me death ~~*~~<\/p>\n French, in all the earth “A Riot of Careless Descendants” – JRR Tolkien<\/p>\n Verdant, competing, and nudging the lake, Cutting Briar, with the Berry and Sweet Gum with speed, ~~*~~<\/p>\n By RangerLady23<\/em><\/p>\n The golden sun will cast it’s rays The leaves will bud in springtime The flowers will burst open ~~*~~<\/p>\n \n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Undomiel ( By Britt F) He thought he\u2019d strayed into a dream and shaded both his eyes from…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":82,"featured_media":0,"parent":80298,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"inline_featured_image":false,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-87315","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"aioseo_notices":[],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/P1tLoH-mIj","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/87315","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/82"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=87315"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/87315\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":87316,"href":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/87315\/revisions\/87316"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/80298"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=87315"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nand shaded both his eyes from gleam
\nof starlight? Moonlight? Sunlight\u2019s kiss?
\nHe\u2019d never known such light as this
\nThen thinking that his song took life
\nand conjured him of Beren\u2019s wife
\nLuthien in all her splendour white!
\nA phantom dreamt from songs delight
\nBut no; she danced before his eyes
\nwith raven hair and dark blue eyes
\nas real as any maiden fair
\nbut somehow made of silken air
\nIn silver gown and cloak of blue
\nwith diadem of every hue
\nHer beauty pierced his soul with pain
\nand fearing she would not remain
\nbut disappear like morning dew
\nand leave his soul bereft; He threw
\nall caution to the winds and cried
\nnot once but twice to Beren\u2019s bride
\nHis heart but stopped, as she turned her head
\nShe stared and smiled, then sweetly said
\n\u2018Why call me thus, \u2018Tinuviel\u2019?\u2019
\nAnd captured in her beauty\u2019s spell
\nhe awkwardly recalled his song
\nand how he thought he\u2019d dreamt ere long
\nthat she would vanish from his sight
\nfair Luthien from out the night
\nBut laughing like the trilling water
\nshe gazed on him; Elrond\u2019s daughter
\nand told him of her name and birth
\nNo nymph of light; a child of worth
\nEvenstar, Undomiel!
\nFairest maid of Rivendell
\nThen sank his spirits low again
\nfor she was far above him; Then
\nas if to leave he heaved a sigh
\nfor all his glory passed him by
\nHow proud he was of lineage fine
\n\u2018The Ring of Barahir is mine
\nand yet I reach beyond the sky
\nfor that which mortal can only cry\u2019
\nShe touched his hand in soft caress
\nand by the act deepened distress
\nbut knew his heart forever hers
\nand wondered at his sorrowed cares
\nFor she too, taken with such passion
\na flight of heart in unknown fashion
\nthat filled her with a need of he
\nas endless as the rolling sea
\n\u2018Perhaps, Estel, you yet might see
\nthat dream fulfilled for you and me\u2019
\nA cloud then darkened her sweet brow
\nas deep in thought she realised how
\nthe dream was met; her doom was sealed
\nyet in his eyes, her soul was healed
\n\u2018The life of the Eldar, will I give
\nTo see our son, Eldarion, live\u2019
\nAnd thus was sealed in the bonds of fate
\nthe beginnings of a love so great.<\/p>\nMelkor\u2019s Speech to F\u00ebanor<\/h4>\n
\nHe bowed to Fean\u00f6r as in shame.
\nProud and mighty was that soul
\nburning hot like smouldering coal.
\nIn him did Melkor see the tool
\nto His designs: This haughty fool!
\nHis soul might yet be set afire
\na blazing boon, a funeral pyre,
\nand raze the Bliss of Valinor,
\nin ruin lie its very core:
\nThe Silver Tree and Golden Twin,
\nTelperion and Laurelin.
\nTo him did Melkor tell his lies
\nand Fean\u00f6r listened through despise
\nthough never trusting Melkor\u2019s mind
\nto lies and ends he still was blind.<\/p>\n
\nThese Kings and Queens to Elves are Lords
\nThey shield you from the World, they say
\nbut are the Firstborn weak then? Nay!
\nI say to you, my friend, beware!
\nTo shelter you they have no care.
\nAfraid that by your Elvish might
\nto Middle-earth, now under night,
\nyou would go forth for all to see
\nthat Elves where born both strong and free!\u201d<\/p>\n
\nlong ere the time began, it told
\nof second-borne, the Death-doomed race,
\nthat soon from now the world will grace
\nand live apart from Elves and Gods
\nto rule the Earth as rightful Lords.
\nA weaker race, the Men will be
\nand easy to control, for see:
\nTo you the Earth was set aside
\nto own and rule. Instead you hide
\nin Valinor \u2018neath watchful eyes
\nwith eagles spying from the skies.
\nThe Kings of Earth cannot be known
\nwhen Elves in prison have been thrown!\u201d<\/p>\nThe Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey \u2013 Poem Edition<\/h4>\n
\n<\/em>
\nThirteen Dwarfs on a journey set,
\nOne tiny Hobbit and a gambling bet,
\nA wizard gray of ancient old,
\nA journey set towards the stolen gold.<\/p>\n
\nTo saving sunlight making stone their hell,
\nFrom hated Elves and their selfish pest,
\nTo a heartily welcome in their peaceful nest,<\/p>\n
\nTo mountains\u2019 pass on a Goblin Throne,
\nFrom Goblin Town and Gollum\u2019s routes,
\nTo one pale orc and his wargen scouts,<\/p>\n
\nDriven into trees at the ends of hope,
\nAn Oakenshield and a Dwarven rage,
\nSaved by a Hobbit in a fearless stage.<\/p>\n
\nEagle wings caught by their eyes,
\nCompanions saved and flown to rest,
\nWith Eagles landing at their nest.<\/p>\n
\nA companion new to Dwarven ranks,
\nA final glimpse of a distant hill,
\nA sign of heart and a Dwarven chill.<\/p>\n
\nOver mountains high and Mirkwood\u2019s mist,
\nThrough woods of dark and lands of shade,
\nA place called home they\u2019re set to raid.<\/p>\n
\nAll theft it burns and strongly hates,
\nSleeps on top a golden throne,
\nWith one eye opened for the Arkenstone.<\/p>\nTHORIN<\/h4>\n
\nthey call me fire
\nand there’s no faith
\nwhen I desire
\nthe death of the one
\nwho calls him KING
\nthe Thrain’s brave son
\nThe Oakenshield.<\/p>\nIthilien Tout le Monde<\/h4>\n
\nBy\u00a0Neal Dachstadter<\/i>\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n
\nA riot of flora, deep-rooted to slake
\nMimosa and Lilly, some Cypress and grass,
\nMagnolia, a Maple, the common and crass<\/p>\n
\nTheir offspring unyielding, positioned with greed
\nOn the fecund, wet bank fed by Bass flitting near,
\n‘Neath the gentle Live Oak, and the Elephant Ear.<\/p>\nLOST<\/h4>\n
\nacross the quiet vale
\nthe river will rush onward
\nwith it’s never ending tale.<\/p>\n
\nand scatter in the fall
\nthe birds will trill their mating song
\nupon the ancient walls.<\/p>\n
\nfill the air with fragrant smell
\nbut Elves walk here no longer
\nin the land of Rivendell.<\/p>\n