In the Telling...
I mistook it
for an ill-fated betylle,
life ended by an unforeseen
journey into a fellow wanderer's pack....
almost, I imagined the curled soft-sharpness
close-caged by my searching fingers
flying green-crystal winged beneath
a hot sun.
A curved saw-toothed leaf,
dried and smelling of time
lies within my hand.
Grey rock and lonely
of Ages which were
and yet are no more
into my mind.
like the delf beyond,
bereft, even, of the small
songs of birds,
or the sweet whisper of water playing on stone....
More than an age since bright berries
waxen-red against jagged-toothed green,
more than an age since Elven voices
and wove magik beneath a waning crescent...
more than an age since Elven forges
fire-fly eyes within the cave of night.
In my imagining,
like a dreme,
open before me,
the Trees twined in starlight,
limned by pale moon....
all of your tale I may hold within
the shelter of my hand,
all of your wonder,
all of your woe,
written without words
on this leaf'd parchment of green.
Memory calls forth the story,
softened, (as memory must be)
There was no need then,
for a watch upon the doors,
nor for doors, either,
Narvi and Celebrimbor wrought them together,
Dwarf hammer and Elven tappet weaving ithildin
beneath the quiet stars.
no more is known.
Just his name remains,
graven upon doors which may ne'er open again,
not even to the voice of
And of his friend, Lord of the Mirdain,
pupil and teacher to seeming-fair Annatar,
this much is known:
weaving star-song to the making.
within the Circle of the World,
that Dark should not consume
what yet remained
Mine is only but a word
in the fullness of this tale,
only a single breath in all the winds of time,
twined, by this,
to all those who went before,
all that may come after.
My thumb follows the branching veins
of the leaf.
I think on the word-smith of the doors.
My Lord, your servant trusts he acquitted himself
*in fact, Moria was re-opened, though long after
Frodo's departure from Middle Earth.
**Celebrimbor was the primary maker of the Rings of Power,
save the One. Legend has it that he was tortured by
Sauron to reveal their whereabouts. He died from his
torment without the Dark Lord learning where the Elven
rings were concealed.