by Mrs. Adam C.<\/em><\/p>\n Like the faintest breath of air Here I lie alone, with you War, the thing that keeps us torn Shall I wait here, my dear love, It is the tragedy of your kind, Our love with loss forever bound, Nam\u00e1ri\u00eb, Eldamar! Tears of bitterness and grief ~~*~~<\/p>\n By BlackFox<\/em><\/p>\n A lone traveller, homeward bound, But the road keeps winding on and on, Then, passing by the halflings’ land, Away, a golden shimmer dances on the leaves, He does not know what he has seen, ~~*~~<\/p>\n by Brianna<\/em><\/p>\n He lives in exile as a ranger, He bears the ring of Barahir, Minas Tirath is fading The days of the Stewards are passing and gone Justice and peace will he bring Aragorn is rightful king Peril and exile has been his lot, Fight the shadow back, Kingly among the sons of men ~~*~~<\/p>\n by Cillendor<\/em><\/p>\n “To Rivendell, where elves yet dwell Cillendor said “I composed it as an acrostic, so the first letter of each line spells out IMLADRIS. The literal English translation is provided as well.”<\/p>\n Imladris, ias edhil ui-dhorthar<\/strong>\u00a0\/ Rivendell, where elves always dwell ~~*~~<\/p>\n By: Phoenix<\/em><\/p>\n Filled with adventure With a black cover Like fine wine aging with perfection The book Lament for the Fallen by Mrs. Adam C. Like the faintest breath of air your life is to…<\/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,"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-93884","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"aioseo_notices":[],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/P1tLoH-oqg","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/93884","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=93884"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/93884\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":93928,"href":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/93884\/revisions\/93928"}],"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=93884"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nyour life is to me.
\nWhen ages pass, I shall remain,
\nand you shall cease to be.<\/p>\n
\never dwelling in my mind;
\nPainfully I watch and wait,
\nfor I’ve been left behind.<\/p>\n
\nfrom each other’s loving arms.
\nThreatens to devour you
\nand do the world more harm.<\/p>\n
\nfor tidings of your defeat?
\nOr shall I sail across the sea,
\nwith memory of our love, retreat?<\/p>\n
\nand the gift to the Edain,
\nTo live or die, in peace or war.
\nWhile Eldali\u00eb live on in vain.<\/p>\n
\nand with uncertainty,
\nBitter or sweet, I have to choose:
\nI have weighed them carefully.<\/p>\n
\nYour white shores I shall not see!
\nUnd\u00f3miel shall never come,
\nlest death deliver her to thee.<\/p>\n
\nflow down my weary face.
\nL\u00fathien, I know your pain,
\nto love the fallen \u2013 from grace.<\/p>\nA Lone Traveller<\/h4>\n
\nseeking comfort in the dark the night has found.
\nHis heart is heavy and his brow is grim,
\nfor his feet are weary and his eyes are dim.<\/p>\n
\nthrough woods and fields and valleys cold.
\nNo company save mist and moon,
\nfor the wind’s begun to sing the autumn’s tune.<\/p>\n
\nhe comes to a sudden stand –
\na soft whisper! a glimmer of light!
\nbehold! silvery shadows in flight!<\/p>\n
\ncaresses ash and oak, then disappears.
\nAnd the night is back to silent, chill,
\nbut the man, he dares not move, stays rooted still.<\/p>\n
\nand yet his eyes are filled with tears.
\nAnd though a hint of sadness still lingers in the air,
\nnew strength it gives him, the lone traveller.<\/p>\nHeir of Numenor<\/h4>\n
\nHe is the chief of the Dunedain
\nSkilled with bow and blade he is,
\nThe last of a noble line<\/p>\n
\nHe wields the sword reforged
\nElessar, Elfstone, descendent of Isildur
\nAragorn, heir of Numenor<\/p>\n
\nAnd the white tree is dead,
\nGondor is in ruin
\nThe white city will not fall to Boromir you said<\/p>\n
\nThe sword that was broken is forged again
\nFor days of light this is the dawn,
\nHe bears the love of the lady Arwen<\/p>\n
\nWhen he is crowned rightful king
\nA great warrior is he, and learned in lore
\nHe is the heir of Isildor<\/p>\n
\nOver the great realm of Gondor
\nJustice and peace will he bring,
\nLove and joy will he restore<\/p>\n
\nYet never power has he sought
\nCome Elessar, king of men,
\nRestore the days of light again<\/p>\n
\nCrush it at it’s core
\nEstel, hope, for the world of men
\nHe fears the heir of Numenor<\/p>\n
\nHe comes to claim his rightful throne,
\nHope he bears and will he bring
\nBehold the Return of the King!<\/p>\nImladris<\/h4>\n
\nIn glades beneath the misty fell,
\nThrough moor and wild one rides in haste,
\nTo find the peace the stories tell.
\nAll worthy of a painter’s quill,
\nFor who in long the time stood still,
\nThe Eldar laugh and sing about
\nTheir valley of no ill.”<\/p>\n
\nMi bairth nu chithui lanthir<\/strong>\u00a0\/ In fields beneath misty waterfalls
\nL\u00eadh pen tr\u00ee laid throe a n\u00een<\/strong>\u00a0\/ Travels\u00a0someone through fields wild and wet
\nAdh \u00eedh bennen vi bint h\u00eer<\/strong>\u00a0\/ And peace told in stories finds
\nDan i ribas l\u00fb Imladris h\u00e2f<\/strong>\u00a0\/ Against the flow of time, Imladris sits
\nRenn adh i degil e-deithor<\/strong>\u00a0\/ Remembered by the pen of the artist
\nIn edhil gledhir a linnar o then<\/strong>\u00a0\/ The elves laugh and sing of it
\nSan imrath i \u00fa-h\u00e2f naid thoer<\/strong>\u00a0\/ This valley that has not anything evil<\/p>\nOde to The Hobbit!<\/h4>\n
\nand courage,
\nhideous beasts
\nand fire dragons,
\nwith heroic characters
\nand triumphant kings!<\/p>\n
\nas dark as night
\nand the golden tipped mountains
\nto the red setting sun.
\nHas delicate smooth pages
\nand careful binding.
\nFilled with writing of pure genius!<\/p>\n
\nand as beautiful as the
\nstars, themselves.
\nThe Hobbit is a god
\nwith mighty power
\nand a flower full of color.<\/p>\n
\nit pulls you into
\na world like no
\nother.
\nA work of singular
\nbeauty!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"