{"id":87889,"date":"2014-03-25T00:06:10","date_gmt":"2014-03-25T05:06:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/?p=87889"},"modified":"2014-03-25T00:07:10","modified_gmt":"2014-03-25T05:07:10","slug":"the-great-hall-of-poets-8","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/2014\/03\/25\/87889-the-great-hall-of-poets-8\/","title":{"rendered":"The Great Hall of Poets"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"AragornReading_Rev\"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 Great Hall of Poets<\/a>.<\/p>\n

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

If you have a Tolkien\/Middle-earth inspired poem you\u2019d like to share, then send it to poetry@theonering.net<\/a><\/em>
\nOne 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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THE SMALLEST HANDS<\/h4>\n

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

We hearken to the harp and hear
\nof deeds of Elves and Men;
\nof Silmarils, Thangorodrim,
\nand fallen Gondolin;<\/p>\n

of Beren and of L\u00fathien;
\nof E\u00e4rendil the Star;
\nof H\u00farin who was sadly cursed,
\nand T\u00farin T\u00farambar<\/p>\n

We sing of fallen N\u00famenor,
\nand faithful Elendil,
\nwho of his folk a remnant saved,
\nto do the Valar\u2019s will.<\/p>\n

We tell of mighty Gil-galad,
\nwho led against the foe
\nan army vast of Elves and Men
\nto lay the Shadow low.<\/p>\n

And by such things our hearts are stirred,
\nto know these tales of yore;
\nthe dire deeds done and victories won
\nby those who went before.<\/p>\n

So we see then in our mind\u2019s eye
\nthese heroes brave and tall
\nwith faces fell and mighty arms
\nwho answered to the call.<\/p>\n

In such a way we measure them
\nwhose deeds we may admire,
\nby strength of hand and height from ground,
\nto such we may aspire.<\/p>\n

There is a land so fair and green
\nfar to the north and west,
\nwhere dwell a folk but half Men\u2019s height,
\nin peace and plenty blest.<\/p>\n

They plow the ground, they till the earth,
\na simple folk, we find,
\nwho laugh and weep and live and love;
\nwith open hearts and kind.<\/p>\n

Yet even there did Evil reach
\nfar to the west and north.
\nAgainst the Shadow\u2019s fearsome clutch
\nwere four who ventured forth.<\/p>\n

Although in height but half as high
\nfull twice as large their hearts.
\nWhen darkness threatened all they loved,
\nthey sought to do their parts.<\/p>\n

Into a world grown grim and cold,
\nwhere perils oft await,
\nthey wandered in their innocence
\ntoward an uncertain fate.<\/p>\n

And two there were, who carried off
\nby fell and fearsome foes,
\nyet by their wits and strength of will
\nthey both struck mighty blows.<\/p>\n

And two there were who went alone
\ninto the Shadow\u2019s lair;
\nwhere nothing good may there be found,
\nand all is bleak despair.<\/p>\n

Betrayed and beaten, whipped and cursed,
\nthey managed to endure.
\nthey struggled on through pain and thirst,
\nwhere only death was sure,<\/p>\n

and into malice Mercy cast,
\nand Love and Grace prevailed.
\nSo Power and Pride did tremble then,
\nAnd thus the Darkness failed.<\/p>\n

Perhaps it was to humble us
\nwhen Chance or Purpose called\u2013
\nand into smallest hands did give
\nthe greatest deed of all.<\/p>\n

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

Untitled<\/h4>\n

by Lisse Mirelien<\/em><\/p>\n

I linger here in L\u00f3rien for one last fading day.
\nThe mellyrn\u2019s glowing leaves have dropped in one last golden spray
\nAnd now the Golden Wood beloved with shadows dark is filled;
\nThe Nimrodel, the laughing stream, has now its laughter stilled.
\nAgainst the sky the songbirds wheel and cry their joyous cries,
\nBut in my heart I hear the seabird\u2019s call, the ocean\u2019s sighs.
\nNam\u00e1ri\u00eb to Middle Earth! I bid thee fond farewell\u2013
\nMy eyes are turned to Valinor, beyond the grey sea swell.
\nO Valinor! No more I\u2019ll stay upon this Hither Shore,
\nNo more a fading crown I\u2019ll weave of golden elanor.
\nWhere once I dwelt in peace and joy, there I will dwell again,
\nForsaking Middle Earth\u2013for now will reign the Kings of Men.
\nOf snow-white ships at last I\u2019ve sung; a ship has come for me;
\nA ship to bear me safely home across the Sundering Sea.<\/p>\n

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

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