{"id":89591,"date":"2014-05-29T02:17:03","date_gmt":"2014-05-29T07:17:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/?p=89591"},"modified":"2014-05-29T02:17:03","modified_gmt":"2014-05-29T07:17:03","slug":"the-great-hall-of-poets-10","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/2014\/05\/29\/89591-the-great-hall-of-poets-10\/","title":{"rendered":"The Great Hall of Poets"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"BilboReading\"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 Departure of Samwise into the West<\/h4>\n

by Nomad1420<\/em><\/p>\n

The silent hill stood lonely in the dimness of the eve
\nWhen master Samwise Gamgee left in search of Havens Grey
\nHis Rosie had departed since, and longing for reprieve
\nHe slowly walked along the road, remembering the way<\/p>\n

His mind began to drift to pleasant images he\u2019d seen
\nRecalling friendships past and wondering where they had gone
\nHe thought of Elrond\u2019s valley and Lothlorien\u2019s many greens
\nWhile traveling down the road beneath a melancholy dawn<\/p>\n

\u2018Twas there midway into his journey, sounds came from behind
\nOf horses wildly galloping and voices clear in song
\nHe turned and then his eyes began to well for in his mind
\nHe much desired to see his friends before his journey long<\/p>\n

Then two ponies came around the corner at a trot
\n\u2018Twas Merry Brandybuck and Pippin Took in grand array
\nThey both came riding up to Samwise for whom they had sought
\nAnd to his great delight they fellowshipped with him that day<\/p>\n

\u201cYoung Frodo lad had tipped us off that you were leaving us,\u201d
\nSaid Pippin with a glare that would have made an Uruk shrink
\nThe three embraced and laughed and cried, they walked until the dusk
\nThen sat upon the roadside, made a fire and shared a drink.<\/p>\n

They didn\u2019t speak of victories or losses or of war
\nThey spoke no word about the pains they suffered in the past
\nThey reminisced and Sam would often quote some elvish lore
\nThey talked about the harvest and if Autumn\u2019s cool would last<\/p>\n

They simply, and in hobbit fashion, spoke of hobbit life
\nThey pondered on the quality of next year\u2019s weed and beer
\nWould Rosie lass accept and become Bingo Proudfoot\u2019s wife?
\nThen Sam began to weep for he would miss those things so dear<\/p>\n

They all were weary from the walk and drifted off to sleep
\nThe new moon hung above them and the stars shone clear and bright
\nThey dreamed of towers and of battles, waters dark and deep
\nFor still their memories held terrors darker than the night<\/p>\n

But morning light began to shine, forgotten dreams all gone
\nWithout a word they packed and headed down the Elvish road
\nAnd finally before them stood the Havens in the dawn
\nA white ship gleaming beckoned Sam and there Samwise abode<\/p>\n

The ship passed out of sight and took the Straight Way to the west
\nThen Merry stared and Pippin wept but smiles stood on their face
\nThey mounted two young ponies, singing songs and making jest
\nPippin spurred his pony on then, picking up the pace.<\/p>\n

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

Folly’s Last Stand<\/h4>\n

by\u00a0The Grey Elf<\/em><\/p>\n

Feverish wiles
\ncrackle in a sulfurous brain<\/p>\n

Flesh flamb\u00e9
\nexcites hunger unreined<\/p>\n

Flickery tongue
\ngloats with red-hot barbs tormenting<\/p>\n

Flaming ego
\nfuels a pyro’s spleen<\/p>\n

Fracking rages
\nmine the faults of a kingdom cold<\/p>\n

Ferreous scales
\nhide a heart of gold<\/p>\n

Filthy riches
\npossess a blood-anointed king<\/p>\n

Forbidding oaths
\nfly on gargoyle wings<\/p>\n

Fate’s arrow
\npricks like lightning and burns a mortal brand<\/p>\n

Fabled pride
\nsnuffs out at
\nFolly’s last stand<\/p>\n

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

“Witness of My Dreams”<\/h4>\n

by Lady Arwen<\/em><\/p>\n

In Valinor , up in Elerr\u00edna\u2019s green
\nfrom above I stare down at Middle-Earth
\nThere by the wind I honor the world beneath
\nwith a breath I feel my home of birth.<\/p>\n

Home, home of the love inside me
\nhome of my eternal being
\nAll the things I believe\u2026<\/p>\n

O’ N\u00e9nar , O’ Soron\u00fam\u00eb , my Elven stars
\nback to my world , Elvenhome I returned
\nWith teary eyes I touch flowers and the leaves,
\nenchanted by the magic being reborned.<\/p>\n

Being, being of the Eldar
\nBeing of the folken-Star
\nAs it was my memories \u2026<\/p>\n

Singing and dancing by the L\u00f3rellin
\nThe leaves on the water , the faces in light
\nR\u00e1na and the Stars covering all over the land
\nAnd the Valar watching, over the Music bright.<\/p>\n

Music, Music of the Creation of Arda
\nMusic of Manw\u00eb and Aul\u00eb and Varda
\nAll the Ain\u00far who sang the Song\u2026<\/p>\n

Then I heard there of Il\u00favatar The One
\n“Behold! Give this witness to those thee trust
\nSing them the song of the Glory of the Elves
\nAnd make them belive they will never be lost.\u201c<\/p>\n

Witness is, witness of all you dreamed
\nWitness is, your fate as it deemed
\nforever with E\u00e4rendil\u2026<\/p>\n

Then all the Land stood silent
\nAnd the Elves ended their song
\nI woke with wonder, and my witness
\nwas a Silmaril from the Ages of long.<\/p>\n

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

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