{"id":97779,"date":"2015-04-17T00:09:43","date_gmt":"2015-04-17T05:09:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/?p=97779"},"modified":"2015-04-17T00:09:43","modified_gmt":"2015-04-17T05:09:43","slug":"the-great-hall-of-poets-21","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/2015\/04\/17\/97779-the-great-hall-of-poets-21\/","title":{"rendered":"The Great Hall of Poets"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"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!<\/p>\n

If you have a Tolkien\/Middle-earth inspired poem you\u2019d like to share, then send it to\u00a0poetry@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 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

There were a large number of wonderful poems submitted for April, thank you to everyone who sent them in. You can see\u00a0all of them here, in our Great Hall Archive<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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