Villanelles - Orangeblossom Took

A  Villanelle for Haldir

An elven leader bright
To fight with men, he is proud
Against the armies of night
Heavy hearts are made light
By the brave elven crowd
An elven leader bright
The fearsome foe in sight
Their fair arrows sing loud
Against the armies of night
The blackest hour of night
Rain falls like a shroud over
An elven leader bright
The silver arrows' flight
Failed against the roaring crowd
Against the armies of night
Cold and sad is dawn's light
The fairest needs a shroud
An elven leader bright
Against the armies of night


The Entwives

The blossoms of spring and harvests of fall
Gardens and orchards sang a siren song
Where we have gone we will not tell at all
The settled and tilled lands, we heard their call
In the wild forests we did not stay long
The blossoms of spring and harvests of fall
While the ents loved the woods and the trees tall
Our love for sweet plants in straight rows was strong
Where we have gone we will not tell at all
n ages to come will men still recall
Entwives, to whom gardens first did belong
The blossoms of spring and harvests of fall
Our lands became brown and under a pall
We were lost even to tale and to song
Where we have gone we will not tell at all
When the seasons end for good and for all
Will Eru's fine flowers need us along
The blossoms of spring and harvests of fall
Where we have gone we will not tell at all

The Cloak of Finduilas

I was worn by two women with gold hair
I am glad to be under the sun again
My blue cloth is soft, stars shine here and there
My first dear lady wore me everywhere
She left me too young, in illness and pain
Her lord would have buried me with her there
But their son kept me to remind him where
She walked with him in sunlight or in rain
I wrapped her as she sat in her best chair
And read to him from volumes old and fair
My softness and shine sang a sweet refrain
Of memory of times without such care
A starry night in summer, no sun's glare
He gave me to a new lady as fair
She has need of me to ease her heart's pain
And to guard her from the cold and damp air
Wrapped in me, sorrow does not loudly blare
I was worn by two women with gold hair
My blue cloth is soft, stars shine here and there

- Orangeblossom Took