by Dreamflower<\/em><\/p>\n We hearken to the harp and hear of Beren and of L\u00fathien; We sing of fallen N\u00famenor, We tell of mighty Gil-galad, And by such things our hearts are stirred, So we see then in our mind\u2019s eye In such a way we measure them There is a land so fair and green They plow the ground, they till the earth, Yet even there did Evil reach Although in height but half as high Into a world grown grim and cold, And two there were, who carried off And two there were who went alone Betrayed and beaten, whipped and cursed, and into malice Mercy cast, Perhaps it was to humble us ~~*~~<\/p>\n by Lisse Mirelien<\/em><\/p>\n I linger here in L\u00f3rien for one last fading day. ~~*~~<\/p>\n by RangerLady23<\/em> ~~*~~<\/p>\n Blood runs in rubies and tears stream, ~~*~~<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" THE SMALLEST HANDS by Dreamflower We hearken to the harp and hear of deeds of Elves and Men;…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":82,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"inline_featured_image":false,"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-87882","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"aioseo_notices":[],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/P1tLoH-mRs","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/87882","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=87882"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/87882\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":87885,"href":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/87882\/revisions\/87885"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=87882"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nof deeds of Elves and Men;
\nof Silmarils, Thangorodrim,
\nand fallen Gondolin;<\/p>\n
\nof E\u00e4rendil the Star;
\nof H\u00farin who was sadly cursed,
\nand T\u00farin T\u00farambar<\/p>\n
\nand faithful Elendil,
\nwho of his folk a remnant saved,
\nto do the Valar\u2019s will.<\/p>\n
\nwho led against the foe
\nan army vast of Elves and Men
\nto lay the Shadow low.<\/p>\n
\nto know these tales of yore;
\nthe dire deeds done and victories won
\nby those who went before.<\/p>\n
\nthese heroes brave and tall
\nwith faces fell and mighty arms
\nwho answered to the call.<\/p>\n
\nwhose deeds we may admire,
\nby strength of hand and height from ground,
\nto such we may aspire.<\/p>\n
\nfar to the north and west,
\nwhere dwell a folk but half Men\u2019s height,
\nin peace and plenty blest.<\/p>\n
\na simple folk, we find,
\nwho laugh and weep and live and love;
\nwith open hearts and kind.<\/p>\n
\nfar to the west and north.
\nAgainst the Shadow\u2019s fearsome clutch
\nwere four who ventured forth.<\/p>\n
\nfull twice as large their hearts.
\nWhen darkness threatened all they loved,
\nthey sought to do their parts.<\/p>\n
\nwhere perils oft await,
\nthey wandered in their innocence
\ntoward an uncertain fate.<\/p>\n
\nby fell and fearsome foes,
\nyet by their wits and strength of will
\nthey both struck mighty blows.<\/p>\n
\ninto the Shadow\u2019s lair;
\nwhere nothing good may there be found,
\nand all is bleak despair.<\/p>\n
\nthey managed to endure.
\nthey struggled on through pain and thirst,
\nwhere only death was sure,<\/p>\n
\nand Love and Grace prevailed.
\nSo Power and Pride did tremble then,
\nAnd thus the Darkness failed.<\/p>\n
\nwhen Chance or Purpose called–
\nand into smallest hands did give
\nthe greatest deed of all.<\/p>\nUntitled<\/h4>\n
\nThe mellyrn\u2019s glowing leaves have dropped in one last golden spray
\nAnd now the Golden Wood beloved with shadows dark is filled;
\nThe Nimrodel, the laughing stream, has now its laughter stilled.
\nAgainst the sky the songbirds wheel and cry their joyous cries,
\nBut in my heart I hear the seabird\u2019s call, the ocean\u2019s sighs.
\nNam\u00e1ri\u00eb to Middle Earth! I bid thee fond farewell\u2013
\nMy eyes are turned to Valinor, beyond the grey sea swell.
\nO Valinor! No more I\u2019ll stay upon this Hither Shore,
\nNo more a fading crown I\u2019ll weave of golden elanor.
\nWhere once I dwelt in peace and joy, there I will dwell again,
\nForsaking Middle Earth\u2013for now will reign the Kings of Men.
\nOf snow-white ships at last I\u2019ve sung; a ship has come for me;
\nA ship to bear me safely home across the Sundering Sea.<\/p>\nNumenor<\/h4>\n
\nFrom Numenor we came of old
\nbut now our tales are seldom told
\nwe fared the seas and danced the tides
\nwe built the ships on surf would glide.
\nBut destruction came upon our land
\nthe sea rose up o’er grass and sand.
\nOur sails were filled, our banners flown
\nwe sailed our ships to lands unknown.
\nOur banners still fly but on ships no more
\nthe shadows grow long outside our door.
\nElendil he perished at the foot of Mount Doom
\nIsildur was slain and taken too soon.
\nThe King’s line stands broken, the crown lies unworn
\nthe proud line of Numenor now decreased and forlorn.
\nThe ships sail no longer, no gull flies them home
\nthe White Tree is withered no seedling is sown.
\nThe throne it is taken by Stewards, not Kings
\nthe harps play no longer, the minstrels don’t sing.
\nDoom lies on cities, they fall to decay
\nthe glory of Numenor now slippeth away.
\nOur valor and beauty shall fade from this land
\nif no man comes to us to raise up his hand.
\nOur courage still lives in the last of our line
\nour blood it flows secret in all Dunedain.
\nThe crown is returned, the White Tree in bloom
\nour peace now upon us no longer our doom.<\/p>\n\u201cAn Elegy for Dis\u201d<\/h4>\n
\nsilver fountains on pearl skin,
\nbeauty wreathed in shadow.
\nA mother with nothing to love
\nsave the feel of cold stone
\nand the closing of a carven tomb,
\nthe only predictable constant
\nthat she has ever come to know.
\nTwo sons raised on her tales
\nof dragons and Dwarf-lords,
\nwhat she has forever endured,
\nin hopes that they would grow
\nto be the kings of their corner of Arda.
\nNow she crosses names off
\nher old lists on dinner guests:
\nFather\u2019s Father, Father Dearest,
\nBig Brother, Bigger Brother,
\nHusband (\u2019til death do them part),
\nGolden Prince, Reckless Prince.
\nDoes it matter how many coins
\nthe Free Kings get when a mother
\nhas to bury her children
\nin the name of the greed,
\nthe gleam, and the glory?
\nIt doesn\u2019t take a beast to destroy
\na family, it only takes your
\nclosest fearless kin, because you only
\nhurt the ones you love.<\/p>\n