{"id":89598,"date":"2014-05-29T02:40:43","date_gmt":"2014-05-29T07:40:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/?page_id=89598"},"modified":"2014-05-29T02:40:43","modified_gmt":"2014-05-29T07:40:43","slug":"the-great-hall-of-poets-may-2014","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/the-great-hall-of-poets\/the-great-hall-of-poets-may-2014\/","title":{"rendered":"The Great Hall of Poets – May 2014"},"content":{"rendered":"

The Departure of Samwise into the West<\/strong><\/h4>\n

by Nomad1420<\/em><\/p>\n

The silent hill stood lonely in the dimness of the eve
\nWhen master Samwise Gamgee left in search of Havens Grey
\nHis Rosie had departed since, and longing for reprieve
\nHe slowly walked along the road, remembering the way<\/p>\n

His mind began to drift to pleasant images he\u2019d seen
\nRecalling friendships past and wondering where they had gone
\nHe thought of Elrond\u2019s valley and Lothlorien\u2019s many greens
\nWhile traveling down the road beneath a melancholy dawn<\/p>\n

\u2018Twas there midway into his journey, sounds came from behind
\nOf horses wildly galloping and voices clear in song
\nHe turned and then his eyes began to well for in his mind
\nHe much desired to see his friends before his journey long<\/p>\n

Then two ponies came around the corner at a trot
\n\u2018Twas Merry Brandybuck and Pippin Took in grand array
\nThey both came riding up to Samwise for whom they had sought
\nAnd to his great delight they fellowshipped with him that day<\/p>\n

\u201cYoung Frodo lad had tipped us off that you were leaving us,\u201d
\nSaid Pippin with a glare that would have made an Uruk shrink
\nThe three embraced and laughed and cried, they walked until the dusk
\nThen sat upon the roadside, made a fire and shared a drink.<\/p>\n

They didn\u2019t speak of victories or losses or of war
\nThey spoke no word about the pains they suffered in the past
\nThey reminisced and Sam would often quote some elvish lore
\nThey talked about the harvest and if Autumn\u2019s cool would last<\/p>\n

They simply, and in hobbit fashion, spoke of hobbit life
\nThey pondered on the quality of next year\u2019s weed and beer
\nWould Rosie lass accept and become Bingo Proudfoot\u2019s wife?
\nThen Sam began to weep for he would miss those things so dear<\/p>\n

They all were weary from the walk and drifted off to sleep
\nThe new moon hung above them and the stars shone clear and bright
\nThey dreamed of towers and of battles, waters dark and deep
\nFor still their memories held terrors darker than the night<\/p>\n

But morning light began to shine, forgotten dreams all gone
\nWithout a word they packed and headed down the Elvish road
\nAnd finally before them stood the Havens in the dawn
\nA white ship gleaming beckoned Sam and there Samwise abode<\/p>\n

The ship passed out of sight and took the Straight Way to the west
\nThen Merry stared and Pippin wept but smiles stood on their face
\nThey mounted two young ponies, singing songs and making jest
\nPippin spurred his pony on then, picking up the pace.<\/p>\n

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

Folly\u2019s Last Stand<\/strong><\/h4>\n

by The Grey Elf<\/em><\/p>\n

Feverish wiles
\ncrackle in a sulfurous brain<\/p>\n

Flesh flamb\u00e9
\nexcites hunger unreined<\/p>\n

Flickery tongue
\ngloats with red-hot barbs tormenting<\/p>\n

Flaming ego
\nfuels a pyro\u2019s spleen<\/p>\n

Fracking rages
\nmine the faults of a kingdom cold<\/p>\n

Ferreous scales
\nhide a heart of gold<\/p>\n

Filthy riches
\npossess a blood-anointed king<\/p>\n

Forbidding oaths
\nfly on gargoyle wings<\/p>\n

Fate\u2019s arrow
\npricks like lightning and burns a mortal brand<\/p>\n

Fabled pride
\nsnuffs out at
\nFolly\u2019s last stand<\/p>\n

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

\u201cWitness of My Dreams\u201d<\/strong><\/h4>\n

by Lady Arwen<\/em><\/p>\n

In Valinor , up in Elerr\u00edna\u2019s green
\nfrom above I stare down at Middle-Earth
\nThere by the wind I honor the world beneath
\nwith a breath I feel my home of birth.<\/p>\n

Home, home of the love inside me
\nhome of my eternal being
\nAll the things I believe\u2026<\/p>\n

O\u2019 N\u00e9nar , O\u2019 Soron\u00fam\u00eb , my Elven stars
\nback to my world , Elvenhome I returned
\nWith teary eyes I touch flowers and the leaves,
\nenchanted by the magic being reborned.<\/p>\n

Being, being of the Eldar
\nBeing of the folken-Star
\nAs it was my memories \u2026<\/p>\n

Singing and dancing by the L\u00f3rellin
\nThe leaves on the water , the faces in light
\nR\u00e1na and the Stars covering all over the land
\nAnd the Valar watching, over the Music bright.<\/p>\n

Music, Music of the Creation of Arda
\nMusic of Manw\u00eb and Aul\u00eb and Varda
\nAll the Ain\u00far who sang the Song\u2026<\/p>\n

Then I heard there of Il\u00favatar The One
\n\u201cBehold! Give this witness to those thee trust
\nSing them the song of the Glory of the Elves
\nAnd make them belive they will never be lost.\u201c<\/p>\n

Witness is, witness of all you dreamed
\nWitness is, your fate as it deemed
\nforever with E\u00e4rendil\u2026<\/p>\n

Then all the Land stood silent
\nAnd the Elves ended their song
\nI woke with wonder, and my witness
\nwas a Silmaril from the Ages of long.<\/p>\n

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

A Song of the Silven Elves<\/strong><\/h4>\n

by Ari<\/em><\/p>\n

Oh wooded lands beneath the stars
\nTall and calm and cool you are
\nOf peace and green are your tales made
\nWhile we sit joyfully in your glades
\nDancing, singing under leaf
\nPlayfully forgetting grief
\nForest strong and safe are you
\nAnd under your shade we are too<\/p>\n

Thanks to Vana for singing woods
\nFor within them all is good
\nOld and kind and stern and wise
\nDrying our tears when we cry
\nKeepers of our ancient ways
\nThere until the end of days<\/p>\n

We are the wood’s nearest kin
\nAnd we’ll live our lives within
\nOh forest great that holds our hearts
\nMay our souls and wishes never part<\/p>\n

For we see as bound to heart to trunk
\nUntil we leave for first and last
\nWe will remember your love when all is past<\/p>\n

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

“Durin’s Lament”<\/strong><\/h4>\n

by Hali Ravenhammer<\/em><\/p>\n

The Final Words of Durin’s Sons<\/strong><\/p>\n

From Fili to Kili<\/strong><\/em>
\nMy brother dearest
\nI’ve always watched
\nWe shared can never be forgot
\nOver you as you breathed in life T
\nThe memories made and laughs
\nMy brother I’ve never known
\nOne whom I’ve protected so
\nTo guard and guide you was my purpose
\nAnd it’s that to which I’ve failed
\nSweet younger brother
\nCan you not hear the cries that surround you?
\nCan you not move?
\nJust once more and be with me until I find peace.
\nI will find you again
\nMy baby brother
\nMy soul departs to seek for you and now
\nMy body shall die
\nPlease wait for me brother.
\nI’ll be there soon Kili.<\/p>\n

From Kili to Fili<\/em><\/strong>
\nElder brother of mine
\nTo say that you failed hurts me so
\nTwas never your fault what befell me
\nSo of course I forgive you
\nBrother you sheltered me
\nHeld my hand and was my guide to a better place
\nYou never left my side and
\nI never wished to be torn from you
\nMy brother you stayed and watched over me
\nUntil I fell asleep
\nAnd it’s in this endless slumber
\nIn which I shall see you again
\nI can hear the cries and they pain me
\nMy brother I cannot reach out but
\nI am here till you’re by my side again
\nAnd I will always wait for you
\nMy sweet Fili
\nRest now and join me once more<\/p>\n

From Thorin to his Boys<\/strong><\/em>
\nMy lads I saw your first breaths
\nI saw your first smiles
\nI saw as your bond formed before me
\nAnd knew that you were both my kin
\nTo know that you’ve died to defend me
\nIs the saddest thing I’ve ever felt
\nTo know it was I who forced the life from you
\nFor my selfish desires, shames me more than I can say
\nAs my body weakens
\nI think of our short time together
\nI was there for your births
\nFor your hardships
\nAnd our happy times
\nAnd now I embrace you both into my strong arms
\nAnd weep for you
\nForever more
\nHere at our end
\nDurin’s finale came today
\nAnd our line to it’s lament
\nI join you my kinsman
\nIn the peace of our halls
\nRest now
\nMy soldiers, my company, my kin, my sons<\/p>\n

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

Asunder<\/strong><\/h4>\n

by thel-thalion<\/em><\/p>\n

Go, if you must.
\nBid by your wilful streak,
\nThe stronger the mast,
\nThe swifter the swan-necked ship.<\/p>\n

You have grown bold
\nFar in the Southern lands.
\nGo, as foretold,
\nSparing no backward glance.<\/p>\n

Long have you stood,
\nKindly devoid of grief,
\nFar from the woods
\nShedding their crumpled leaves.<\/p>\n

Go. An in passion
\nI will not hinder you,<\/p>\n

However swift and willing to forget
\nYou seem your home, your legacy, even your cradle-bed.
\nAs dainties thrown to hungry lapping tides \u2013
\nYour friends, your crown, your liberty. Not mine!<\/p>\n

Do you believe the very Gods you seek
\nKnow not your fatal flaws? The list runs deep.<\/p>\n

I did not err, no, I am not to blame.
\nBut you, whom I shan\u2019t call by any name,
\nBetrayed my trust. Now leaves as you designed,
\nSet sail across the wistful silver tide.<\/p>\n

Your days are numbered long, but I can wait
\nUntil your thirst for Eden\u2019s bliss is slaked.
\nThen in the light you\u2019ll hunger for my gloam,
\nThe forest\u2019s caverns moist at fading dawn,
\nWhere I will ever dwell in halls below.
\nForget my hasty words.
\nForgive me.
\nGo.<\/p>\n

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

Son of Gondor<\/strong><\/h4>\n

by Beleg the Wanderer<\/em><\/p>\n

Oh Boromir, I long for you,
\nMy warrior prince is gone away,
\nLong am I searching for you,
\nBut never will you come
\nRiding from the dark.<\/p>\n

Boromir! Boromir!
\nMy tall prince of strength!
\nTall and white!
\nMy warrior prince has gone
\nRiding in the dusk.<\/p>\n

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

The Elf’s Lament<\/strong><\/h4>\n

by Royaleisia the Strong<\/em><\/p>\n

Farewell, my dearest Middle-earth!
\nThe chill wind blows to me
\nA message: I must go.<\/p>\n

My people all are leaving;
\nThis is no longer home.
\nIt is full of memories.<\/p>\n

The Men have taken over.
\nWe are no longer needed,
\nNot even remembered.<\/p>\n

We steal through the woodlands.
\nThe chill wind blows to us
\nThe message: we must go.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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