{"id":97781,"date":"2015-04-17T00:03:15","date_gmt":"2015-04-17T05:03:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/?page_id=97781"},"modified":"2015-04-17T00:03:15","modified_gmt":"2015-04-17T05:03:15","slug":"the-great-hall-of-poets-april-2015","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/the-great-hall-of-poets\/the-great-hall-of-poets-april-2015\/","title":{"rendered":"The Great Hall of Poets – April 2015"},"content":{"rendered":"

The Elite Eight Battle \u201cMiddleEarth Madness\u201d (Bilbo vs. Thranduil)<\/strong><\/h4>\n

By Hoyt H.<\/em><\/p>\n

Verse 1 Introduction<\/p>\n

He fought the spiders,
\nHe found the ring,
\nA friend of Strider,
\nThe named of sting.<\/p>\n

The riddle maker,
\nWho walks unseen,
\nThe arkenstone taker,
\nIn his coat of green.<\/p>\n

Hobbit hole dweller,
\nRed book writer,
\nGreat tale teller,
\nAnd goblin fighter.<\/p>\n

The elven king fooler,
\nWho escaped in a barrel,
\nDefeating the ruler.
\nAnd his wood elves feral.<\/p>\n

Thranduil is beaten,
\nBilbo already won,
\nThere\u2019s been April fools cheating
\nBut the battle is done!<\/p>\n

Vote For Bilbo today,
\nTake the book from the shelf!
\nAnd vote away,
\nThe C.G.I. elf!<\/p>\n

Verse 2 Hoping For Bilbo<\/p>\n

Thranduil the CGI elf,
\nMay pose as a great deal of wealth,
\nBut Bilbo the great,
\nMade it to the elite eight!
\nSo BILBO I drink to your health!<\/p>\n

Verse 3 Bilbo Is Losing<\/p>\n

To all the free peoples of Middle-earth,
\nvote for Bilbo show you worth!
\nThranduil elf of Mirkwood wild,
\nMay be by Lee pace well styled.
\nBut Martin Freeman is the best!
\nBilbo first. And then the rest.
\nThe eleven king may wear a crown,
\nBut the Hobbit is world renown!
\nLet\u2019s cheer on he who found the ring!
\nAnd vote out the petty elvish king.<\/p>\n

Verse 4 Bilbo Seems to Have Lost<\/p>\n

Here in mourning we gather around,
\nDistant weeping the only sound.
\nBilbo has fallen and the elf king remains.
\nMy strength falters my power wanes!
\nThe ancient king of elven lore,
\nWill walk the Forrest for many years more.
\nThe Hobbit was beaten by Thranduil the elf,
\nA worthy foe who treads with stealth.
\nThis blonde opponent with his elk and sword.
\nHas defeated the hobbit who stole the worms hoard.
\nA new group of fans has conquered the old.
\nOver Bilbo the wise, they chose Thranduil the bold!
\nWhile a worthy opponent the others ask why?
\nWhy not Bilbo? Is there no good reply?
\nOur heads hang in sorrow, we weep in our woe,
\nFor fans of Bilbo\u2019s it\u2019s been a low blow.
\nWiping our brow we press on without fear,
\nWe\u2019ll vote again for ring bearer next year!<\/p>\n

Verse 5 Treachery Unmasked<\/p>\n

In the depths of defeat I hung my head,
\nThranduil lives and Bilbo\u2019s dead.
\nSo weep in profusely I penned a rhyme.
\nTolkien truly was dead this time!
\nBut in utter sorrow, I checked again!
\nThe hobbit who journeyed through stream and fen,
\nLives again alive and well,
\nThey tricked the poll with some program (or spell)
\nAnd now again the hobbit walks,
\nOver shire roads of cobble stone rocks.
\nEating, running, reading maps,
\nFreeing dwarves from spider traps!
\nMy sorrow gone the joy won\u2019t pass!
\nToast the hobbit raise your glass.<\/p>\n

Verse 6 Message to the Cheater<\/p>\n

A message to the traitor,
\nWhere ever you are,
\nBeing a hater,
\nwill not get you far.<\/p>\n

You cheated on an on line poll,
\nIn doing so hurting both teams,
\nYou betrayed the trust like a true troll,
\nthe web discovered your schemes.<\/p>\n

Today we stand both hobbits and elves,
\nSome in victory some in defeat,
\nTo the tolling of sadness and victory bells,
\nYou must go back to your seat.<\/p>\n

Some are happy that Bilbo won,
\nSome morn the fallen elk rider,
\nThe elite eight is finally done!
\nYou’re squashed like a spider!<\/p>\n

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

A Lament for Lothl\u00f3rien<\/strong><\/h4>\n

By Mrs. Adam Cartwright<\/em><\/p>\n

In the fading summer\u2019s light
\nbefore the coming of the night;
\nOnce more will go walking I,
\nwhile upon the trees, leaves lie.<\/p>\n

Alas for land of my heart!
\nL\u00f3rien, of Valar\u2019s art.
\nI sing for thee though darkness fall;
\nthe last of Elves, fair and tall.<\/p>\n

Land of woven golden trees,
\nfar across the Sund\u2019ring Seas!
\nWill I ever more see thee,
\nover sea or leaf-filled lee?<\/p>\n

Ah! my song for L\u00f3rien,
\nunder tree and over fen;
\nPassed to silence, deep and grey
\nwithin a land, dark and fey.<\/p>\n

Mordor\u2019s dreadful darkness weans;
\nyet stronger is Lothl\u00f3rien\u2019s sheen:
\nThe Elf queen protects it yet,
\nthough Lothl\u00f3rien\u2019s doom is set.<\/p>\n

For the Elves pass to the West:
\nthey are strong; have passed the test.
\nThey diminish; leave their land
\nto what? Dark Lord\u2019s doom-filled hand.<\/p>\n

Alas! L\u00f3rien, shining bright,
\nbefore the coming of the night;
\nShadows fall on thee by day,
\npassing is my mournful lay.<\/p>\n

In the fading summer\u2019s light,
\nbefore the coming of the night;
\nI forsake the golden land
\nfor the glories of the sand.<\/p>\n

Valinor awaits me yet,
\nalas: my final doom is set.
\nI shall pass into the West,
\na future dearest and best.<\/p>\n

Golden leaves in one last spray
\nfall gleaming in sun\u2019s last ray.
\nFarewell, L\u00f3rien the fair:
\nmy spirit light wind shall bear.<\/p>\n

O\u2019er the Sund\u2019ring Seas so cold,
\nacross Grinding Ice of old.
\nMy feet shall fly: air shall hold,
\nto the land of L\u00f3rien\u2019s lord.<\/p>\n

Nam\u00e1ri\u00eb, nya muin l\u00f3riendess\u00eb,
\nMin\u00f3r\u00eb uin nya mell Lothl\u00f3rien\u2019s nosta \u2013
\nFarewell, belov\u2019d golden lee:
\nland beyond the Sund\u2019ring Sea.<\/p>\n

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

A Sonnet for Elrond<\/strong><\/h4>\n

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

The smallest speck of starlight and I once again feel your
\narms around me. They sheltered me when the bitter wind blew,
\nand we were safe, in a world of our own. You whispered sweet words into
\nmy delicate, but scarred mind; trying to will the ghosts away with your love.
\nTears roll down my face and onto you, as the screams echo again.
\nOur last goodbye, my love, you kissed me with burning heartache. As the
\nship sailed away, and your body grew smaller, I was reminded of the nights,
\nwhere you would make love to me, our minds and bodies as one.
\nHow my hands itch told hold you again, to feel your skin against mine\u2026but
\nyour ship is not due for many years, so I stand alone, looking out at the night,
\nAs we had once gaze, at the starlight.<\/p>\n

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

Middle Earth: \u201cA Hopeful Farewell\u201d<\/strong><\/h4>\n

By: N. Sokol<\/em><\/p>\n

I remember that day, when you and I first met,
\nYour lands so green, underneath my first steps set,
\nAnd hilly little houses, underneath your grassy ground,
\nHome to a tiny race, it rather hard be found,
\nLike a peaceful village, or much like a nest,
\nA distance afar, laid far the mid-West,
\nOver mountains\u2019 mist, down over its ridge,
\nThe Shire\u2019s Hobbiton, crossing Brandywine Bridge.<\/p>\n

It happened so fast, the way you told me these things,
\nBy the hand you took me, then gave me wings,
\nOff to an adventure, you dragged me along,
\nThrough panic and danger, but also feast and song,
\nThrough your realms unknown, of amazing kind,
\nThose further East, and one hard to find,
\nErebor and Mordor, both places you\u2019ve named,
\nWithin your story, they both were framed.<\/p>\n

Over mountains high, and hills far wide,
\nOver stretching rivers, and lakes of pride,
\nThrough cities huge, and ruins of old,
\nThrough weather dry, and icy cold,
\nWe\u2019ve faced the evils, and all the goods,
\nIn caves down deep, and darkest woods,
\nFrom Orcs and Goblins, Wargs and Scouts,
\nTo Dragons Gold, and a Ring of Doubts.<\/p>\n

Every year, you\u2019ve had a story to tell,
\nOf weirdest things, on your lands that dwell,
\nOf Hobbits and Wizards, Dark Armies and Legions,
\nOf hidden places, and your border regions,
\nGave me reason, and a hope that I\u2019d stay,
\nThen left me sudden, without a day,
\nTook away, what I now call home,
\nLeft me without, a place to roam.<\/p>\n

With Sting in my hands, yet here I stand,
\nWith my Armor old, and memorial sand,
\nIn hope you\u2019ll return, with more stories to tell,
\nAgain that you\u2019ll put me, under your Spell,
\nWhere Heroes arise, and Hordes will fall,
\nWhere nations strong, stand wall to wall,
\nAn adventure once more, and another quest,
\nBut for now I wish you, a \u201cpeaceful\u201d rest.<\/p>\n

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

Kings of Middle-Earth<\/strong><\/h4>\n

By Brianna L.<\/em><\/p>\n

Gil-Galad the elven King,
\nHis spear is long, his shield is bright
\nThe minstrels do his praises sing;
\nHe died for good, for what is right.<\/p>\n

Thranduil, lord of Eren Lasgalen
\nHe has lived longer than hundreds of men.
\nA proud lord, haughty to some he may seem
\nYet he does what is right, what he will deem.<\/p>\n

Elendil, last of Gondor\u2019s great kings
\nHe fell fighting the dark lord Sauron
\nHe wore the great helm with the silver-gold wings,
\nLegend of old, tales of him will be told.<\/p>\n

Isildur, High King of Gondor
\nThe One Ring of power, it fell to him
\nThis chance to destroy the Dark Lord of Mordor,
\nHe kept the One Ring, to his own grief and ruin.<\/p>\n

Theoden, horsemaster, led his people in battle
\nTo the aid of Gondor, every man in the saddle,
\nHe is proud, he\u2019s the king of an unflinching people
\nHe fought to the death; grim, strong, and regal.<\/p>\n

\u00c8omer, Lord of the Riddermark,
\nThe Rohirrim to his brave voice hark
\nStrong is his arm, his hatred deep,
\nFor Orcs and foul things, where they sleep.<\/p>\n

Aragorn, son of Arathorn
\nIn exile he lives, yet kingly he is,
\nIn these times of peril, Estel was born
\nMay the grace of the Valar protect you!<\/p>\n

Bard the bowman, his people look to him
\nA simple man of high born blood,
\nMay his good-will and judgement never grow dim;
\nHail king Bard! The dragon-slayer.<\/p>\n

Dain, King of the Iron Hills
\nIn many battles has he fought.
\nFierce he is, yet peace has he wrought,
\nHe died in the War of the Ring.<\/p>\n

Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thrain, son of Thror,
\nThe King under the Mountain, rightful Lord of Erebor
\nMighty is his arm and noble is his heart!
\nAlas! For he has fallen, though in peace he did depart<\/p>\n

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

A Song to Elbereth and L\u00fathien<\/strong><\/h4>\n

By E.C. Prins<\/em><\/p>\n

Amid the grass and flowers bright
\nA silvery voice rose there
\n\u201cOh, Elbereth! Gilthoniel!
\nOh, L\u00fathien the Fair!<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, Mother of the shining stars,
\nThe Giver of my own life-breath;
\nFanuilos, le linnathon!
\nGilthoniel! Oh, Elbereth!\u201d<\/p>\n

And as the pure voice died away,
\nA second voice was lifted nigh,
\n\u201cI sing my praise to none but thee,
\nL\u00fathien, lady most high!<\/p>\n

\u201cElbereth, most bless\u00e9d star,
\nIn you is long-lost myth reborn!
\nYou washed my flowing tears away,
\nOh, Elbereth, with naught to mourn.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, beauteous Elven Maid of old,
\nI t\u00e1ri Endorenna ut\u00falien \u2013
\nThe Queen has returned to the world of Men
\nOh, Fairest Lady L\u00fathien!\u201d<\/p>\n

The names of L\u00fathien and the Star
\nWere prais\u00e9d with Elves\u2019 endless love.
\nDark-haired L\u00fathien Tin\u00faviel;
\nStar-lit Elbereth of the heavens above.<\/p>\n

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

Gift to Frodo<\/strong><\/h4>\n

by I. Salogel<\/em><\/p>\n

Little phial of crystal,
\nHumble thing to hold
\nThe Starlight of E\u00e4rendil,
\nGreat Mariner of old.<\/p>\n

Providing hope and courage,
\nBanishing all doubt,
\nA light amid dark places when
\nAll other lights go out.<\/p>\n

The Battle of the Hornburg
\nBy Aranel
\nIt started out with silence
\nMen waiting to die
\nElves came to honor the alliance
\nMaybe they would last the night<\/p>\n

Rain started and marching came
\n\u201cSo it begins\u201d or so they say
\nAn archer, impeccable aim
\nAnd it started that way
\nSaruman was to blame
\nCould they keep the darkness at bay?<\/p>\n

What could men do against such reckless hate?
\nWhen so many have fallen
\nWould the elves leave Middle Earth to its fate?
\nWas Rohan forgotten?<\/p>\n

Would they have peace?
\nWhen he answered for the men whose blood stained the walls of the Keep?
\nWould they have peace?
\nWhen all the people stop and weep?
\nWould they live in peace?
\nBefore the gates of Minas Tirith when the blood seeps
\nInto the grass of the Fields of Pelennor?<\/p>\n

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

\u201cAutumn Leaves\u201d<\/strong><\/h4>\n

By Gabby<\/em><\/p>\n

I stayed for the Autumn Leaves
\nThey are ordinary reminders
\nThat resonate with what may
\nAnd what could be.<\/p>\n

It Brings Tears of understanding to my eyes
\nTo see that you are not struggling now.
\nMuch like Winter, some days of our lives
\nAre barren and cold.
\nAnd all that is left is to
\nEmbrace forgiveness.
\nTo allow the warmth of Spring
\nTo warm our century-old hearts
\nWhere we can find
\nThat self acceptance have become difficult.<\/p>\n

As Summer comes, the days become
\nScorched, vibrant, rushed
\nLife is thought Good.
\nAnd when our purposes are revealed to us
\nThrough our relations.
\nWhere an instance is chosen to decide
\nThe things we can and cannot do.<\/p>\n

Suddenly, Torrential rains pour down on summer.
\nBringing old hurts, and warm friends.
\nQuenching the thirst of the long warm nights forgotten.
\nAnd we decide, if we should stay with summer
\nOr face the terrible harmony of autumn.
\nFor both have the consequences of aversion.<\/p>\n

Like red, orange, opaque green, and mossy red
\nAutumn speaks through nippy air, coffee shops, and
\nSidewalks littered with fallen leaves.
\nA lazy and content rule for the mind.<\/p>\n

Then winter offers farewell to the sun lit autumn.
\nThe season agrees, waiting for change.
\nTo reveal that life is once again, barren.<\/p>\n

But some brave souls conjure up the courage
\nTo remember the autumn dances
\nAnd the solemn happiness
\nThat each autumn leaf brings.
\nAnd here we stay,
\nAs we understood,
\nTreasuring autumn,
\nAnd forgetting
\nThe seasons of our lives.<\/p>\n

~~ * ~~<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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