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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!<\/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 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

Once again there\u00a0were a number of wonderful poems submitted for May, 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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