The dwarf and the elf queen
Her golden hair makes his heart sing
Can a dwarf love an elf queen fair?
These hairs he will through danger bring
In battles and arrow-filled air
He will think of the brightest thing
Of her clear laugh and jewel-like eyes
Her golden hair makes his heart sing
Can a dwarf love an elf queen fair?
For Elrond: A Father's Vigil
He watches the sparkling sea
Though he knows no ship will bear her
He remembers his children three
With tears, his eyes begin to blurr
The water and stars bring no glee
Transfixed, he looks and makes no stir
He watches the sparkling sea
Though he knows no ship will bear her
Triolets of "Pyre"
Denenthor's Rage
I want to burn both of us black
And leave them nothing but our ashes
Both my sons and a throne I lack
Nothing left for them to attack
No hope is left, just the void black
I'd rather feel flame than their lashes
I want to burn both of us black
And leave them nothing but our ashes
Pippin's Crisis
Gandalf, I need to find you now!
My clever Took's tounge has failed
He released me from my vow
He would not listen, only railed
I could not tell Boromir how
His brother burned and all hope sailed
Gandalf, I need to find you now!
My clever Took's tounge has failed
Galdalf's Hope
I close my eyes in great sorrow
One burns but a dearer one breathes
Some hope I may for him borrow
The king's hands and some healing leaves
Fights won and a clear tomorrow
For this cherished pupil, heart grieves
I close my eyes in great sorrow
One burns but a dearer one breathes
Faramir's Visons
They take away the pain, these dreams
Voices I have not heard for years
Far away, my father screams but
Mother's voice sings clear in my ears
My bother's voice very kind seems
They tell me to have no more fears
They take away the pain, these dreams
Voices I have not hear for years
A tragic triolet for Eowyn, inspired by the Encyclopedia of Arda note that the date
of her death is not recorded. Blood-of-Numenor Faramir would have outlived her, I think. He lived to 120.
No Date
I love words but can't write this date
Grief stills my mouth and writing hand
My blood betrays me to this fate
I love words but can't write this date
She has gone and I linger late
She leaves me here for the bright land
I love words but can't write this date
Grief stills my mouth and writing hand
Her golden hair makes his heart sing
Can a dwarf love an elf queen fair?
These hairs he will through danger bring
In battles and arrow-filled air
He will think of the brightest thing
Of her clear laugh and jewel-like eyes
Her golden hair makes his heart sing
Can a dwarf love an elf queen fair?
For Elrond: A Father's Vigil
He watches the sparkling sea
Though he knows no ship will bear her
He remembers his children three
With tears, his eyes begin to blurr
The water and stars bring no glee
Transfixed, he looks and makes no stir
He watches the sparkling sea
Though he knows no ship will bear her
Triolets of "Pyre"
Denenthor's Rage
I want to burn both of us black
And leave them nothing but our ashes
Both my sons and a throne I lack
Nothing left for them to attack
No hope is left, just the void black
I'd rather feel flame than their lashes
I want to burn both of us black
And leave them nothing but our ashes
Pippin's Crisis
Gandalf, I need to find you now!
My clever Took's tounge has failed
He released me from my vow
He would not listen, only railed
I could not tell Boromir how
His brother burned and all hope sailed
Gandalf, I need to find you now!
My clever Took's tounge has failed
Galdalf's Hope
I close my eyes in great sorrow
One burns but a dearer one breathes
Some hope I may for him borrow
The king's hands and some healing leaves
Fights won and a clear tomorrow
For this cherished pupil, heart grieves
I close my eyes in great sorrow
One burns but a dearer one breathes
Faramir's Visons
They take away the pain, these dreams
Voices I have not heard for years
Far away, my father screams but
Mother's voice sings clear in my ears
My bother's voice very kind seems
They tell me to have no more fears
They take away the pain, these dreams
Voices I have not hear for years
A tragic triolet for Eowyn, inspired by the Encyclopedia of Arda note that the date
of her death is not recorded. Blood-of-Numenor Faramir would have outlived her, I think. He lived to 120.
No Date
I love words but can't write this date
Grief stills my mouth and writing hand
My blood betrays me to this fate
I love words but can't write this date
She has gone and I linger late
She leaves me here for the bright land
I love words but can't write this date
Grief stills my mouth and writing hand
