{"id":95880,"date":"2014-12-17T20:54:01","date_gmt":"2014-12-18T01:54:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/?page_id=95880"},"modified":"2014-12-17T20:54:18","modified_gmt":"2014-12-18T01:54:18","slug":"the-great-hall-of-poets-december-2014","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/the-great-hall-of-poets\/the-great-hall-of-poets-december-2014\/","title":{"rendered":"The Great Hall of Poets &#8211; December 2014"},"content":{"rendered":"<h4 style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>An Elf Remembers, or Galadriel&#8217;s Lament: A Poem in Two Parts<\/strong><\/h4>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\" class=\"intro\"><em>by Mrs Adam C<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>The Light of Valinor<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">A silver light gleaming, stars mounting to the sky;<br \/>\nthe darkness flew, the dawn gleamed dim, the sky filled with light.<br \/>\nThere were Two Trees, far in the West, Two Trees without decay,<br \/>\none silver-clad, one wreathed in gold, before they passed away.<br \/>\nIn Valmar fair, the City Gold, the bells were rung at dawn,<br \/>\nand when the stars burned fiery-bright the Elves were dancing long.<br \/>\nBeneath the thrones of ivory, under the seats of stone<br \/>\nthe Vanyar played their glitt\u2019ring harps, and silver horns were blown.<br \/>\nO Valmar sweet! the roofs of gold, the doors of polished bronze<br \/>\nreflect the beauty of the Trees across the gloaming lawns.<br \/>\nTaniquetil the ever-white was glist\u2019ning in the light<br \/>\nof those Two Trees in elder days before there came the night.<br \/>\nAtop the peak of that great mount was set a mansion white;<br \/>\nand on the roof of azure hue were spangled stars alight.<br \/>\nO Ilmarin! I used to gaze upon the lofty heights,<br \/>\nand ever from Oioloss\u00eb the eagles flew in flights.<br \/>\nThe mountains tall, the Pel\u00f3ri, they reached unto the sky,<br \/>\nand in that field of matchless blue the eagles strong did fly.<br \/>\nThe swans of Oss\u00eb decked their prows, while on a field of blue<br \/>\nthe seagulls mewed and cast their eyes down on peerless view.<br \/>\nO Valinor! the moon did rise and with the sun in train;<br \/>\nbut till I can return to thee there is no rest for me.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>The Darkening of Valinor<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">O! Oioloss\u00eb, the darkness falls, the eagles fly away,<br \/>\nand left am I, now here alone, on land unto the sea.<br \/>\nO Telperion, O Laurelin, your light has left my heart;<br \/>\nand never more shall I see thee, for you are lost from me.<br \/>\nTaniquetil gleams glitt\u2019ring white, her shining peaks reveal;<br \/>\nand Valmar of the Valar is veiled in mourning, for the Trees of Light are dimmed.<br \/>\nNo longer do the Vanyar play their glitt\u2019ring harps at dawn;<br \/>\nNo longer are the silver horns blown bright at loss of day.<br \/>\nO Valmar bright! the leaves of gold shine from dying Laurelin;<br \/>\nand all would see Telperion and silver light therein.<br \/>\nWhere F\u00ebanor the Fire-eyes with all his kindred dwelt<br \/>\nbefore bright Elven-Tirion the growing darkness felt.<br \/>\nO Tirion! Thy crystal stairs led up to fountains clear,<br \/>\nand there I ran in days of old to see the morn appear.<br \/>\nAnd in the West, there by the Sea, a city gemmed and pearled,<br \/>\nwhile in the harbour docked the ships whose banners were unfurled.<br \/>\nAlqualond\u00eb! thy beaches fair are spread with silver shells,<br \/>\nwhile on the Sea thy white ships sail upon the crystal swells.<br \/>\nIn Avathar a darkness rose, a shadow woke from death,<br \/>\nand ere the sun had risen Valmar felt the haunted breath;<br \/>\nThe Trees, they died, the light there fled, the wells were sucked up dry,<br \/>\nand then the shadow left that darkened land beneath the sky.<br \/>\nO Valinor! I hear again sweet Valmar\u2019s golden bells,<br \/>\nand how I wish once more to fly across the shining swells.<br \/>\nThe darkness veiled, the shadow down, the Trees were laid to rest;<br \/>\nyet I shall long forever for the silver shores again.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">~~ * ~~<\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>THE ROAD TRAVELLED<\/strong><\/h4>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>by Richard F<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">60 years have come and gone while I travelled paths laid out in parchment bound with leather,<br \/>\nWitnessed by sun and moon who lit my way;<br \/>\nSo scarce could I believe that one day those who had contributed so much would appear,<br \/>\nRising out of darkness to stand before me;<br \/>\nWhispers in the wind, the ringing of steel, voices rising in joy&#8230;in song&#8230;in anger&#8230;<br \/>\nand in sorrow;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">So much to comprehend and yet here they were&#8230;<br \/>\nSmeagol who held my fear,<br \/>\nGollum who bore my pain,<br \/>\nGandalf who taught me wisdom,<br \/>\nAragorn who gave me strength and courage,<br \/>\nand<br \/>\nBilbo, Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin who taught me never to judge by appearance.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Those and so many more who influenced me, now lending those lessons to new generations.<br \/>\nOnce more the door opens and the path beckons \u2026 leading them on to new adventures,<br \/>\nOh how I envy them for the wonders they will see, and yet I hope they<br \/>\nnever loose sight of the dreams and stories which made them who they are.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">\u201cDedicated to J.R.R. Tolkien\u201d<br \/>\n\u201cand the many whose lives have been influenced by his writings over the years!\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">\u201cSpecial Thanks to Peter Jackson\u201d<br \/>\n\u201cWell Done \u2013 A Compliment from the Heart\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">~~ * ~~<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center;\">The Song of the Skin-Changer<\/h4>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>By Hali Ravenhammer<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">My skin is fur<br \/>\nMy senses alive.<br \/>\nMany of us<br \/>\nOur species thrive.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Then fires came<br \/>\nAnd burned our lands.<br \/>\nWe ran from our homes<br \/>\nInto enemy hands<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Wolf and Bear<br \/>\nAnd Hawk and Fox<br \/>\nAll of us caught,<br \/>\nBound with iron locks.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">From my prison, trapped.<br \/>\nHeckled, tormented.<br \/>\nWhile I watched them die<br \/>\nMy kin, I lamented.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">A proud race were we,<br \/>\nReduced to dust.<br \/>\nHere, alone<br \/>\nMy bonds start to rust.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">One of the few<br \/>\nWeak and critically ill.<br \/>\nIt\u2019s my turn to fight<br \/>\nAnd my child I must kill.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">He is so pale<br \/>\nAnd is going to die.<br \/>\nBut holds his head up<br \/>\nAnd refuses to cry.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">The changes takes it from him<br \/>\nAll of his strength<br \/>\nAnd to him I run<br \/>\nBut I\u2019m stopped at arm\u2019s length.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">I cradle his head<br \/>\nMy tears falling fast<br \/>\nUntil his eyes close<br \/>\nAnd his soul is now passed.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">They jeer and they laugh<br \/>\nThose who hold me<br \/>\nAnd in a blind rage,<br \/>\nI fight till I\u2019m free.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Blood pours from my veins<br \/>\nAs I run through the wild<br \/>\nAll I can see<br \/>\nIs the dead face of my child.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">On the brink of death<br \/>\nI can hear a voice<br \/>\nSoft as light<br \/>\nGiving me a choice.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">To stay in my sorrows<br \/>\nIn my ache and pain.<br \/>\nOr to break from cage<br \/>\nAnd my kin rise again.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">I will avenge you<br \/>\nI promise my kin.<br \/>\nUntil every captor is dead,<br \/>\nAnd our pride I will win.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Years ago there were many,<br \/>\nAnd now there is only one.<br \/>\nThe weight in my heart is crushing.<br \/>\nNow, in the night my song is done.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">~~ * ~~<\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Lie Still, My Love (From Arwen To Aragorn On Their Last Night Together)<\/strong><\/h4>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>by BlackFox<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Lie still, my love, lie still<br \/>\nThe hour, it is early still<br \/>\nSleep, my love, sleep<br \/>\nThe dark is yet too deep<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Rest, my love, no rush to wake<br \/>\nNot yet, ere the day&#8217;s break<br \/>\nWait, my love, no need to go<br \/>\nLet the river of dreams flow<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Lie still, my love, don&#8217;t leave<br \/>\nThe night still has songs to weave<br \/>\nLie still, my love, let it be<br \/>\nI beg you, stay here with me<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">~~ * ~~<\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>A Question<\/strong><\/h4>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>by Tyler A<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">The Ring-Bearer and his faithful Samwise,<br \/>\nSpent half year trying, the ring, to destroy,<br \/>\nBattled by Sauron, evil was his guise,<br \/>\nWith merciless might, haunting the poor boy.<br \/>\nEver peering through the eyes of his spies,<br \/>\nSauron searched for the West\u2019s trick or decoy,<br \/>\nBattling with hate, the Ring-Bearer\u2019s allies,<br \/>\nThe Dark Lord hoped, Men and Elves, to destroy.<br \/>\nAided by faithful friends, the Ring-Bearer<br \/>\nTook the lost ways and the evil paths East,<br \/>\nThese problems you gave for their time to bide,<br \/>\nYet, why did the ring-bearer not take use<br \/>\nOf the eagles, on whose backs, he could ride?<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">~~ * ~~<\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Untitled<\/strong><\/h4>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>by Claire G<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">I want to go back to the days<br \/>\nWhen all was wild and free;<br \/>\nAnd all of us could laugh and dance<br \/>\nThe springle-ring under the trees.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">I want to go back to the days<br \/>\nWhen darkness did not reign;<br \/>\nWhen hope and happiness endured,<br \/>\nAnd love would conquer pain.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">I want to go back to the days<br \/>\nWhen the lands were lush and green;<br \/>\nAnd flowers bloomed on hillsides,<br \/>\nAnd sunshine was our queen.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">But long over are those days;<br \/>\nClaimed they have been by the past;<br \/>\nNow a dream cloaked in darkness<br \/>\nWhere hope can barely last.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">It&#8217;s the reality we face<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s the toll that our lives pay;<br \/>\nAnd now, when they&#8217;re all over,<br \/>\nI want to go back to the days.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">~~ * ~~<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www-images.theonering.org\/torwp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/B4oOpchIYAA5X8n.jpg\" class=\"no-lazyload\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-95882 no-lazyload\" src=\"http:\/\/www-images.theonering.org\/torwp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/B4oOpchIYAA5X8n.jpg\" 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