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\"ThorinReading\"Welcome to The Great Hall of Poets, our regular monthly feature showcasing the talent of Middle-earth fans. Each month we will feature a small selection of the poems submitted, but we hope you will read all of the poems that we have received here in our\u00a0Great Hall of Poets<\/a>.<\/p>\n

So come and join us by the hearth and enjoy!<\/span><\/p>\n

If you have a Tolkien\/Middle-earth inspired poem you\u2019d like to share, then send it to\u00a0poetry@theonering.net<\/a>\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>One poem per person may be submitted each month. Please make sure to proofread your work before sending it in. TheOneRing.net is not responsible for poems posting with spelling or grammatical errors.<\/em><\/p>\n

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-T\u00farin, the Luckless-<\/strong><\/h4>\n

By Sterling Kerman,<\/em>
\nTaken from the \u2018Children of H\u00farin\u2019 by J.R.R Tolkien<\/p>\n

Son of H\u00farin,
\nCaptain of Men,
\nLover, Avenger,
\nTraitor.<\/p>\n

From the mountains of Dor\u2019lomin
\nTo the cliffs of Cabed.
\nOnly glory, did he follow,
\nOnly death, did he leave.<\/p>\n

On the reign of Thingol,
\nHe slew Saeros.
\nAnd so he fled,
\nHidden with thieves.<\/p>\n

For days he plotted,
\nAnd plundered;
\nHe wielded outlaws,
\nAnd became a captain.<\/p>\n

Then seeketh a Kingdom,
\nHe captured a dwarf.
\nThrough threat and death,
\nFrom M\u00eem, the halls Amon R\u00fbdh.<\/p>\n

But an act of treason,
\nM\u00eem broke oath.
\nA thousand orcs,
\nAnd the rage of Dwarves.<\/p>\n

Through capture and torment,
\nT\u00farin was broken.
\nBut his friend, Beleg the Bowman,
\nCame to rescue.<\/p>\n

But through darkness and pain,
\nThrough fear and madness,
\nT\u00farin slayed Beleg,
\nHis friend of old.<\/p>\n

Only flee could T\u00farin,
\nWith Gwindor, to Nargothrond.
\nNo longer T\u00farin, but Agarwaen.
\nHidden from his shame.<\/p>\n

There he renewed, the cursed blade.
\nAnglachel, Beleg\u2019s blade, the one it had slain.
\nGurthang was its name,
\nThe Iron of Death.<\/p>\n

But out of the pain,
\nLove befell Argawaen,
\nFinduilas, daughter of Orodreth;
\nSoftened his maddened heart.<\/p>\n

But through defiance and treason,
\nHis name was revealed.
\nGwindor his friend,
\nNamed him T\u00farin.<\/p>\n

But unlike the expected,
\nGreatness was only given.
\nChief councilor, lord of Elves.
\nBefell T\u00farin, under Orodreth.<\/p>\n

But as all tales do,
\nDarkness fell upon the unlikely Hero.
\nThe blade of Morgoth,
\nThe dragon Glaurung.<\/p>\n

Upon battle, and the fires of the beast,
\nT\u00f9rin was trapped in the cursed gaze.
\nAnd idly, trapped, weak\u2026
\nHis love Finduilas, was gone.<\/p>\n

Tricked, and angered,
\nTo Dor\u2019lomin T\u00farin travelled.
\nSeeking his tormented kin.
\nBut only taint did he find.<\/p>\n

The lands of H\u00farin,
\nAnd Aerin,
\nWere now of Brodda,
\nNo sign of mother, nor sister Nienor.<\/p>\n

Thus, in a rage,
\nHe slayed Brodda.
\nBut only angered he, the lords therein.
\nAnd to fire, did Aerin fell.<\/p>\n

And so T\u00farin left in search,
\nNo more did he seek his kin,
\nBut rather, Finduilas.
\nAnd search, did he\u2026 But all too late.<\/p>\n

On the roads to Brethil, he learned:
\nThat the prisoners of Nargothrond, were no more.
\nIn anguish he fell,
\nAnd was taken to Brethil.<\/p>\n

Now, behold,
\nThat all this time.
\nHis sister, Nienor seeked him.
\nTo Nargothrond she went.<\/p>\n

But there she found, the monstrous beast.
\nAnd into his eyes, she did gaze.
\n\u201cRemember no more,\u201d did he say.
\nAnd as glass, her mind was clear.<\/p>\n

She became the same as a wild beast,
\nAnd into the forests she travelled far.
\nBut there upon the grave of his love,
\nDid T\u00farin, now Turambar, find her.<\/p>\n

Knowing her not, he named her N\u00edniel.
\nhe taught her all he knew.
\nAnd in an ill fate, he began to lust.
\nAnd both blind of the existing bond, as one they became.<\/p>\n

But lo\u2019 the reign of Glaurund was unfinished;
\nTo Brethil he came.
\nWith the Iron of Death, and companions of two;
\nCame T\u00farin to defend.<\/p>\n

But as the beast was slain,
\nBy the might of Gurthang;
\nThe black blood of the beast,
\nFell upon T\u00farin.<\/p>\n

And in fear, came N\u00edniel.
\nSeeking her husband, fearing the end.
\nBut only death did she find,
\nThe body of T\u00farin.<\/p>\n

Off the cliff of Cabed-en-Aras;
\nshe leapt onto the river,
\nAnd was no more.
\nBut then awoke, T\u00farin of his deathly sleep.<\/p>\n

He learned from Brandir, the fate of N\u00edniel.
\nIn anger, he slew Brandir.
\nTo the cliff thereof, did he go.
\nAnd anguish, he plotted his death.<\/p>\n

And he took Gurthang saying
\n\u201cTake but one more life\u201d
\nAnd upon the blackened blade,
\nHe fell to his death.<\/p>\n

And so was the tale of T\u00farin the cursed.
\nThe folk of Brethil raised a stone.
\nAnd buried their hero.
\nAnd now to this day, lays T\u00farin.<\/p>\n

Sleep he does, till the end of time.<\/p>\n

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

King Sheaf<\/strong><\/h4>\n

by Briony\u00a0Loudoun<\/em><\/p>\n

Sailing the seas by the sun guided,
\nshining to the shore came Sheaf the king\u2014
\nthe child of gold, chosen by the gods.
\nHis cradle was of corn, cut at harvest,
\nfrom foreign shores the flaxen sheaves.
\nThe boat was brought to bay, onto the sand.
\nIt was twin-prowed, of timbers proud,
\nby Woden\u2019s ravens, his winged riders
\nby air and oar. The young boy was
\ngreeted with grace by the great and small
\nof account among all the people.
\nLightly they lifted the lad from the boat,
\nhis beauty they beheld and brought him to the hall
\nThere lay the lad till late when Sheaf
\nwoke and wayward walked from the hall.
\nHis ship Sheaf found, of sheaves golden,
\nand took his talent and his task in his hands\u2014
\nhis harp and his hopeful harvest of corn.
\nHe played to the people both prayers and spells,
\nhis magical music mesmerised the folk
\nwhile gold glimmered and glinted in his hair,
\nraven twined with the rarest treasure
\nthe Olden Earth had ever seen:
\ncorn, the kernels that came from the sea.
\nTheir god of gold guided his people
\nhow to handle and harvest the golden
\ncrop. They crowned him king in thanks
\nfor his golden gift and guidance. For years
\nhe reigned as ruler of a rich people,
\na folk famed for their farming wealth.
\nBut soon the sun must set and a king\u2019s
\nright to rule be resigned to death.
\nSheaf was shorn of his shining life,
\nhis people prepared him properly for the journey
\nto the after-life where Elves linger
\nand legends live on lighted shores.
\nWith gold they gifted their greatest king
\nand piled his boat with a precious burden.
\nWith gold he came and with gold he was cast
\nwith blessings to the beaches of his birth, where corn
\ngrows in greatness and glimmers ever.
\nWith each crop of corn carried in at harvest
\nwe remember Sheaf and the riches and sheaves
\nhe brought in his boat.<\/p>\n

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

Ode to a Mallorn<\/strong><\/h4>\n

by Rebecca D.<\/em><\/p>\n

O mallorn tree, how bright your leaves,
\nMirror the evening radiance of Anor!
\nAs the fading light of autumn gold,
\nLingers, a beacon in the Shadow.<\/p>\n

Exalted beech of Valinor, how lofty are your eaves,
\nThat splay from argent-silver bark of silk!
\nA dwelling of ambrosial bliss;
\nMinas H\u00eeth: tower above the somber mist.<\/p>\n

Aureate Laureate, how your foliage interweaves,
\nDancing, ambling, fluttering down in Spring!
\nGathered in fallow flaxen heaps,
\nLasse-lanta, a song of leaf-fall on the zephyr.<\/p>\n

Elegant Pillar, how fair your head receives,
\nSun-star blossoms that adorn your gossamer hair!
\nAstral lamps of divinely lit petals,
\nKindled Amber, twinkling at twilight.<\/p>\n

Gilded Guard, how in summer you perceive,
\nNoon is peak, and still your leaves are green!
\nReflecting the silver light of the moon,
\nGreen-Grey Gate, protect viridescent day within.<\/p>\n

O mallorn tree, how bright still are your leaves,
\nThough sun has set and night falls upon your eaves.
\nThough your stewards soon will depart in grief,
\nLinger, ageless memory, living dream, of what once was reality.<\/p>\n

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

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