{"id":98290,"date":"2015-05-24T20:37:35","date_gmt":"2015-05-25T01:37:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/?page_id=98290"},"modified":"2015-05-24T20:37:35","modified_gmt":"2015-05-25T01:37:35","slug":"the-great-hall-of-poets-may-2015","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/the-great-hall-of-poets\/the-great-hall-of-poets-may-2015\/","title":{"rendered":"The Great Hall of Poets – May 2015"},"content":{"rendered":"

The Maiden with Silver Hair<\/strong><\/h4>\n

by Lithoniel-Greenleaf<\/em><\/p>\n

Walking slowly over the dew flecked grounds,
\nA young maiden with silver hair appears.
\nHer hair shining in the silver moon.
\nShe dances, as a soft gentle breeze
\nBegins to stir.<\/p>\n

The leaves are whispering secrets to her.
\nSecrets from the past, secrets from the days that
\nHave passed. Secrets from the future, secrets from
\nChildren and men.<\/p>\n

The maiden with silver hair smiles, and
\nListens to the secrets being shared.
\nFor she is the only one who can hear
\nThem, only her.<\/p>\n

Secrets she would keep dear.
\nThe maiden with silver hair smiles,
\nAs the wind blows by.
\nShe listens silently as the night
\nCalls to her.
\nThe night calls to the stars.<\/p>\n

The night calls to her,
\nAnd soon the maiden with
\nSilver hair, flowing past her knees
\nDances again.
\nAnd soon whispering rain is heard,
\nUpon the horizon.<\/p>\n

Soon a faint, giggle is heard.
\nAnd a voice as gentle as silk is heard.
\nHer tongue is foreign,
\nAn ancient language.<\/p>\n

But it seems to call to the rain,
\nTo the wind, to the moon, to the stars,
\nTo night, to day.
\nAs the maiden with silver hair speaks,
\nThough not alone.<\/p>\n

A quieter voice has joined her own, as the
\nMoon shines upon golden hair.
\nAnother maiden is standing with her,
\nClothed in white, and full of light.
\nHer ears though slightly pointed,
\nShow through her hair.
\nShe is Galadriel, the lady of light.
\nThe maiden with silver hair, speaks
\nVoice as quiet as night. Her ears are pointed as
\nWell it seems.
\nElves both of these fair maidens are.<\/p>\n

Both are ancient, both are wise.
\nBoth have seen the world that comes
\nAnd goes.
\nTheir voices, soft as snow, gentle
\nAs rain, though foreign to
\nThine ear.<\/p>\n

Talk of the past, what is to come
\nAnd what has gone. And soon silence
\nIs heard.
\nThe maiden with golden hair,
\nHas now gone with the wind.<\/p>\n

As the maiden with silver hair,
\nSmiles and soon she is dancing again,
\nWhile leaves dance around her and wind
\nWhispers to her once more.
\nAs the bell tolls midnight, the rain
\nIs soon to come.<\/p>\n

And the Elven maiden with silver,
\nFlowing hair, and midnight blue gown,
\nSings as her work is done. The rain sings around her,
\nThough she is not wet, giving life to the land,
\nTo the earth she stands on.<\/p>\n

For she smiles, as others,
\nBoth men and hobbits, dwarves and elves
\nSleep, for she would protect them,
\nAs her mother does.<\/p>\n

The elven maiden with silver hair,
\nSoftly sings as the rains fall, the earth absorbs
\nThe life giving rain. The leaves shiver as rain sparkles
\nLike early morning dew, from a star\u2019s tear.<\/p>\n

The maiden with silver hair, dances once
\nAgain, as the land rejoices.
\nAnd soon her singing is heard in the
\nWind, in the rain, among the stars and
\nIn our dreams.<\/p>\n

Though now she is gone,
\nBut I know she will return.
\nFor she is the elven maiden with silver hair
\nThe guardian of secrets,
\nThe guardian of rain,
\nThe guardian of night,
\nThe guardian of wind,
\nThe guardian of our dreams.<\/p>\n

Her mother Galadriel, always watches
\nOver her, guiding her.
\nThough the maiden with silver hair,
\nHas been there through the ages.<\/p>\n

For she is the maiden with silver hair,
\nAnd she will always be.<\/p>\n

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

In The Halls\u2026<\/strong><\/h4>\n

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

In the halls of dungeons deep
\nWhere many delve and never sleep
\nIt\u2019s there twas found the heart of stone
\nShining brightly all alone.<\/p>\n

In the halls of carvings drawn
\nSoldiers stand to guard the dawn
\nThe wind, it rises to catch the air
\nA subtle warmth that cannot compare.<\/p>\n

In the halls where gold lies
\nThe king stands alone and never cries
\nHis heart is cold and lost and black
\nAnd cruel words are his harsh attack.<\/p>\n

In the halls a dragon came
\nDestroying lives never to be the same
\nKilling all who crossed his path
\nAnd burning those in his fiery wrath.<\/p>\n

In the halls where death lingers
\nThe drake guards his hoard with scaly fingers
\nHe sleeps brooding over his gold
\nHis red greatness shining bold.<\/p>\n

In the halls a terrible silence falls
\nAnd lone ravens mourn with lamenting calls
\nThey wait for the day of the King\u2019s return
\nHearts hoping for him, they yearn.<\/p>\n

In the halls of Erebor
\nThe dwarves dwell there no more
\nWandering lost in the wilderness
\nThe harsh wind acts as their only caress<\/p>\n

In the halls of broken ruin
\nThe blood of Durin will return soon
\nLed by the crownless Prince with the oaken shield
\nThe dragon\u2019s might shall finally yield.<\/p>\n

In the halls of Durin\u2019s folk
\nLies a sleeping King, many\u2019ve spoke
\nHe waits in rest, with his kin, until the demise
\nThen from heaven, he shall arise.<\/p>\n

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

Last of the Ring Bearers<\/strong><\/h4>\n

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

On sun-bright summer mornings with clippers and a hoe
\nHe\u2019d take the pleasant short walk to the top of Bagshot Row.
\nWhile humming soft a song he would slowly stroll along,
\nPondering the day\u2019s work \u2013 how to help the garden grow.<\/p>\n

When tales overheard of Elves and Rings and Foe immensely strong;
\nOf Master Frodo\u2019s leaving \u2013 and fear he did not belong.
\nBut the Grey Pilgrim knew that the heart of Sam was true,
\nAnd this son of Gaffer Gamgee would get to go along.<\/p>\n

Through Old Forest and on to Bree, Sam met the Future King.
\nThen secret ways through reeking fen and midges with a Sting.
\nFrom Hilltop to the Ford where cold the waters roared;
\nA fate then lade at Rivendell \u2013 Nine Walkers and The Ring.<\/p>\n

In Khazad-d\u00fbm a great loss \u2013 The Fellowship now eight.
\nThen Golden Wood too short a rest, and on to River Great.
\nTale now fully told of Sam\u2019s faithfulness so bold.
\nThen leisure trek to Shire so dear to fulfil his fate.<\/p>\n

To Elanor he did entrust the Red Book to hold tight,
\nTo tell the tales of days gone by, the days of dark and light.
\nSamwise with Daughter Fair then a final walk did share.
\nA slow walk of sweet sadness to Grey Havens bright.<\/p>\n

Now, Last of the Ring Bearers, Middle-earth he did leave,
\nAnd Straight Way was taken as grace he did receive.
\nPast friendships now unfold and Sam\u2019s tears fall as gold.
\nAnd Aman is further blest on this unknown summer\u2019s eve.<\/p>\n

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

The Raven Crown of Erebor<\/strong><\/h4>\n

by Brianna L<\/em><\/p>\n

The glistening black and shining gold,
\nUpon his brow it sits
\nAncient treasure, but only one
\nCan claim it ere’ the battle’s done.<\/p>\n

The raven strong, his wings outspread
\nFlying on a golden bed
\nThis great symbol of majesty,
\nYet with it comes such tragedy.<\/p>\n

That black raven, with his broad wings
\nPower it gives, yet doom it brings:
\nThe gold for the lust, and the black for the curse;
\nThey see as he leaves them; he’s getting worse.<\/p>\n

Alas for that he cannot see
\nWhat, for all his life did he
\nFear to become, to the cursed gold succumb;
\nThat golden crown brings death.<\/p>\n

He hears voices, from afar off
\nForetelling his doom, and warning him;
\nThe sickness which threatened to be his death, ere’ long
\nIs from his proud and brave mind drawn.<\/p>\n

His mind is clear, his heart is pure
\nHis courage back; his intention sure
\nTheir King is returned, and the treacherous crown
\nIs discarded, the sickness thrown down.<\/p>\n

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

Of Arwen Evenstar<\/strong><\/h4>\n

by Ludwina Marie<\/em><\/p>\n

In Elvenhome of Rivendell,
\nwhere Elrond Half-Elven gladly dwells;
\nFair is his land, clear water flows
\nlike starlight caught in crystal shone.
\nGay are his halls, the sparkling wells
\ntinkled merrily like golden bells.
\nFair Elven lords in carven stone
\nand dancing Elven maids of old.
\nForgotten runes of ancient lore
\nwere placed upon his mighty door.<\/p>\n

There music rang, forever sweet,
\nthe golden sun there brightly lit.
\nNo evil shadow ever falls,
\nno darkness touches shining walls
\nIn Imladris, the Elvenhome,
\nthe mighty rest and cease to roam.<\/p>\n

Though fair was Elrond\u2019s Rivendell,
\nfairer still, Arwen Und\u00f3miel.
\nIn L\u00fathien\u2019s image come again:
\nEvenstar of the Elven race.<\/p>\n

Dark as the twilight was her hair,
\nthe light in her eyes, none could mar.
\nThe white of her arms shone like snow
\non a winter\u2019s day; and her brow,
\nadorned with glittering silver lace;
\nHer soft grey raiment and her face,
\nveiled with wisdom and mem\u2019ry old,
\nYouthful was she and yet not so.<\/p>\n

The birds sang sweetly at her feet,
\nthe forest rejoiced when they meet.
\nThe starlight falls about her hair \u2013
\non Tin\u00faviel, the Elven-fair.<\/p>\n

Above all else did Elrond prize,
\nabove all counsels of the wise;
\nBefore the sun and silver moon,
\nthe countless stars, the blooming fields.
\nEre any mighty Elven lord,
\nere val\u2019iant man or dwarven hoard,
\nabove all gifts of Galadriel \u2013
\nWas Arwen, Lady Und\u00f3miel.<\/p>\n

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

~The Treasures of Middle Earth~<\/strong><\/h4>\n

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

VERSE 1 Prologue<\/strong>
\nThe treasure of yore, in Middle Earth,
\nThe smelted ore, of untold worth.
\nGems beyond the count men, gold beyond all comprehension,
\nSilver steel worth gold times ten, drew all the free people\u2019s attention.
\nFor every single treasure found, evil followed after,
\nCrying was the only sound, and grief drowned out all laughter.
\nThe mighty jewels of massive wealth, and great heaps of works of gold,
\nWere stolen away with evil stealth. as it is in all tales told
\nWhen a prize of any worth, is found by the wise,
\nBe it from sea or from the earth. it\u2019s stolen before their eyes
\nThe want for treasure has many names, dragon sickness, greed,
\nAll the riches of ancient fames, were subject to evil deeds.<\/p>\n

VERSE 2 Mithril<\/strong>
\nMithril bright from Moria\u2019s mine, shines like silver steel,
\nA shining ore with a burnished shine. as sleek as a slithering eel.
\nStronger than iron triple forged, worth more than any gold,
\nMines were stripped and deep shafts gorged, to mine the true silver of old.
\nGleaming like rain, strong as a mountain,
\nBright without stain, like a glittering fountain.
\nMithril, metal of Durin\u2019s folk, ordains the white city\u2019s gate,
\nA gleaming sheet that can’t broke, to protect against forces of hate.
\nBeneath Caradras cruel, in Moria\u2019s deep rock cave
\nThe dwarves they struck with many a tool, the dwarvish race was brave.
\nThey braved the Balrog\u2019s darkened lair, to mine the hardened silver treasure
\nBravely mining the meatal fair to bring the dwarf king pleasure.
\nThe Balrog took the Mithril, and fled to Kazad-Dum,
\nIt became a place of dark cold chill, it became king Durin\u2019s tomb.<\/p>\n

VERSE 3 ~The Arkenstone~<\/strong>
\nThe jewel beyond all measure the Arkenstone of Thror,
\nWas a kingly treasure, The heart of Erebor
\nThis gem of pure starlight, was found deep within the stone,
\nA crystal gem of transparent white. adorned king Thror\u2019s throne
\nThe heart of the lonely peak, beside the running river,
\nThe jewel was strong it made dwarves weak, that clear and shining sliver.
\nThe jewel of ancient splendor, was the pride if all dwarf kind,
\nIt did the dwarves hearts render, and corrupted the kings mind.
\nThe greatest jewel of the wild north, it drew the gaze of all
\nTo seize the gem a worm came forth, and Erebor did fall.
\nThe dragon Smaug came for the stone, the dwarves were slain and beaten,
\nThe dwarves were stranded all alone, and some were burned an eaten.
\nThe dragon descended on the mound, of heaping gold and jewels,
\nHe gathered the treasure all around, the dwarvin kings were fools.<\/p>\n

VERSE 4~The Trees of the Valar~<\/strong>
\nThe trees of the Valar the sun and moon, were bright upon the sky.
\nGreater in power than any rune, they stretched to reaches high.
\nThe trees of elves were beautiful, they shone of gold and silver light,
\nTo them the elves were dutiful, for they lit the day and night.
\nWhite and shining boughs, and leaves of brightest beams,
\nAll who beheld wept and were cowed, at the light as clear as streams.
\nThe power of Iluvatar, was poured into these trees,
\nThey caught the light of every star, for all the elves to see.
\nBut Morgoth the dark lord, the most evil of them all,
\nHated the beauty in the trees stored, so the spider he sent to maul.
\nThe dark ones plan was cunning, the spider destroyed the light,
\nWhere once was beacons stunning, now was only death and night.
\nThe trees were pulled out of the ground, Ungoliant stole their power,
\nElves were fallen all around, it was there darkest hour.<\/p>\n

VERSE 5 ~The Silmarils~<\/strong>
\nThe Silmarils were precious stones, the held the light of the trees,
\nThe trees now bare and lifeless bones, and left to rot and freeze,
\nThese Silmarils were crafted, by elves with magic skills,
\nThe trees power in them grafted, by the mighty elven wills.
\nGlobes of crystal transparent, and filled with burning light,
\nLike the trees which were their parent, they were a noble sight.
\nWith the trees destroyed by evil, and Morgoth seizing the land,
\nIn a time of great upheaval, the elves did make there stand.
\nBut Morgoth descended, and stole also these orbs a-glowing,
\nWith middle Earth upended, evil seeds were sowing.
\nElves were dead and weeping, Feanor took his oath,
\nEvil things were creeping they took the trees and Silmarils both.
\nThose were dark days for the wise, Morgoth took the stones,
\nHe stole away with his prize, and set them on his throne.<\/p>\n

VERSE 6~The Magic Rings~<\/strong>
\nBut perhaps the greatest prize of all, the magic rings of old,
\nMore magic than any spell or thrall, forged of enchanted gold.
\nPerfect bands of metal ore, polished till they shone.
\nThe most powerful of magic lore, shaped and set with stones,
\nMade by elvish craftsman, tricked by Sauron\u2019s spell,
\nFor the elves and dwarves and kings of man, and one for the dark lord fell.
\nThere magic seemed a splendid gift, but it truly was a curse,
\nTo evil use these rings did shift, but the one ring was the worst.
\nMade by elves to be a boon, but by Sauron defiled,
\nCarved with many an ancient rune, and with black magic styled.
\nThe dwarvin rings were taken, in men the elves lost faith,
\nTheir trust in kings was shaken, as each became a wraith.
\nSauron daily grew in might, elves slowly grew weak,
\nHe stole the rings out of sight, in his blackened peak.<\/p>\n

VERSE 7 ~Epilogue~<\/strong>
\nWhile it often seems that all, That\u2019s good is stole away.
\nThat for every leap there is a fall, But for every nights there\u2019s day.
\nWhile the Balrog took the Mithril fine, the wizard slew the creature,
\nThe dwarves returned to Moria\u2019s mine, and restored its every feature.
\nThe Arkenstone was claimed by Smaug, but the dwarves reclaimed their home.
\nThey cleared cave of the smoky fog, and replaced the jewel on its throne.
\nThe Valar trees had died from rot, the spider was expelled,
\nMorgoth was defeated and caught, to pay for the trees he felled.
\nMorgoth was bound for eternity, the Silmarils too he did take,
\nNow they rest in fire, sky and the sea, the hope of the elves he could not break.
\nFinally the rings of power were cast, by Sauron the second dark lord.
\nDestroyed like villains of ages past by bravery, fire, and sword.
\nSo while every good king has his foe, and every treasure a thief,
\nGood things come when bad things go, despair is replaced by relief.<\/p>\n

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

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