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Tolkien Related Poetry! (multiple mergers. HLG)

LĂşthien SĂ©regon

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Tolkien-related poetry

I was just wondering if there could be an extra thread for all poems that are Tolkien-related ( similar to the Poetry thread )?

By Tolkien-related, I mean all poems that have been inspired by scenes / moments within Lord of the Rings, poems about characters in Tolkien stories, or simply poems that are Tolkienish ( fantasy, nature, etc. ).
 

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I've been re-reading The Two Towers recently, and I came across the quote where Gandalf says that if there were any to see the battle, then songs would be sung for years after. After reading this, I was inspired to write a poem about the battle between Gandalf and the Balrog, kind of like a substitute for any that might have been written had there been witnesses. This isn't half as good as what Tolkien would write, but I tried my best.


The Battle of the Peak

I sing of a legend that passed long years ago,
yet only now is as a poem unfurled,
I tell the tale of Gandalf, of the Fellowship of Nine,
in a chase through the deeps of the world

Their flight from Moria was harrowing and long,
with evil growing on their minds,
Their passage was desperate and hope seemed to fade,
when Durin’s Bane emerged from behind

Its flames were as tongues and its eyes were as coals,
its shadow like two wreathing wings,
In its hands it bore a whip and a flaming sword,
in all ears the sound of it rings

On the Bridge of Khazad-dûm, Gandalf faced its fire,
and smote the path, that it broke hence,
Alas! both descended through the abyss beneath,
and the Balrog’s fire was quenched

It fled through water and the Endless Stair
to the eyrie, away from Gandalf’s will,
But its enemy it faced, and its flame sprang anew,
through the living rock of Zirak-zigil

Upon Celebdil, on the peak of Silvertine,
on the tower that reigned the skies,
The battle was fought as of songs and tales,
yet beyond the reach of Elven eyes

For amongst the smoke and tongues of fire,
and the crown of shadow and storm,
The vapour and the darkness were evil in league,
and wrath of the Balrog took form

Grey clashed with flame, the light with shadow,
yet it was the end of the Bane of Durin,
For Gandalf smote his enemy from the soaring heights,
where it broke the mountain in its ruin

The shadow and flame were cast down from the sky,
yet the cost of the battle was sore,
For the grey pilgrim, wanderer, Mithrandir,
would be known to all races no more

Yet from the ashes of death a new light shall shine,
and the Good shall be renewed again,
The banner of light, Gandalf the White Rider,
arose from the battle of Durin’s Bane
 

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Good idea! Can't say I've really written any, or even know of any, for that matter! Exept maybe Khôr’nagan's signature poems.....hehe they're pretty good! Here's his current one:

Do you have a special interest in the evil things of Middle-Earth?
Do you ever wonder what such knowledge would be worth?
Well now’s your chance to discover what you’ve never known before
Come and watch and gaze in wonder and learn what all the evil’s for.
---- Untitled, Khôr’nagan's signature poem
 

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Yeah that one's great. :cool:

Here's one that I wrote a few days ago ( I submitted this for the competition also ), depicting the battle between Gandalf and the Balrog:


I sing of a legend that passed long years ago,
yet only now is as a poem unfurled,
I tell the tale of Gandalf, of the Fellowship of Nine,
in a chase through the deeps of the world

Their flight from Moria was harrowing and long,
with evil growing on their minds,
Their passage was desperate and hope seemed to fade,
when Durin’s Bane emerged from behind

Its flames were as tongues and its eyes were as coals,
its shadow like two wreathing wings,
In its hands it bore a whip and a flaming sword,
in all ears the sound of it rings

On the Bridge of Khazad-dûm, Gandalf faced its fire,
and smote the path, that it broke hence,
Alas! both descended through the abyss beneath,
and the Balrog’s fire was quenched

It fled through water and the Endless Stair
to the eyrie, away from Gandalf’s will,
But its enemy it faced, and its flame sprang anew,
through the living rock of Zirak-zigil

Upon Celebtil, on the peak of Silvertine,
on the tower that reigned the skies,
The battle was fought as of songs and tales,
yet beyond the reach of Elven eyes

For amongst the smoke and tongues of fire,
and the crown of shadow and storm,
The vapour and the darkness were evil in league,
and wrath of the Balrog took form

Grey clashed with flame, the light with shadow,
yet it was the end of the Bane of Durin,
For Gandalf smote his enemy from the soaring heights,
where it broke the mountain in its ruin

The shadow and flame were cast down from the sky,
yet the cost of the battle was sore,
For the grey pilgrim, wanderer, Mithrandir,
would be known to all races no more

Yet from the ashes of death a new light shall shine,
and the Good shall be renewed again,
The banner of light, Gandalf the White Rider,
arose from the battle of Durin’s Bane
 

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I agree, neat idea :) (why didn't I present it myself? :rolleyes: ). However, here's another 'competition poem', describing another famous battle. I'll try later to write new stuff, too.

Prophecy fulfilled

Death and terror and night on wings
King of witches and slayer of kings
Wearer and slave of one of the rings
But can you hear how steel blade sings?

He came, and with him came the night
He came, wielding all his might
Horror in left hand, death in his right
Who can stand, let alone fight?

Hand that slayed mighty lords
Eyes that rangers feared on fords
Voice that commands monstrous hordes
How can one fight him with swords?

One stands up, one surely mad
But grey eyes seem to be more sad
Searched Death, now found it had
Poor boy, I thought, but it's no lad!

No living man can hinder him
But maiden of the rohirrim
Stands before her foe so grim
And evil thought of wraith does dim

His shadow-spawned winged beast
Leaps to attack, wants to feast
Kill or mutilate at least
Win the day for Eye in East

But maiden isn't frozen still
She dodges, blocks and strikes with skill
A perfect cut, a famous kill
Monstrous head rolls down the hill

His scream of hate is deafening
Down he does his weapon bring
Shield and arm thus shattering
So fall the foes of Witch-King

But under the shadow is a smaller shade
Crouching figure holding his blade
With daring stab a grieve wound made
For fallen Arnor a debt he paid

Behold, the wraith is distracted
His weapon misses the maiden's head
But Witch-King has not fallen yet
The wrath in his eyes burning red

The halfling calls the maiden's name
She fights the fear and pain and maim
Upwards does the swordblade aim
The killing strike, the greatest fame

It's Black Captain's dying day
But his slayers still must pay
Is she dead? They can not say
Maiden of Rohan is carried away
 

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Poem... >.<

Just something I wrote a while ago. Though I'd share it if anyone wants to read... :)

Kementári, Yavanna, The Giver of Fruits,
Clad in green, one of the Mighty Powers.
Alone she stands in a field so empty
Empty in spirit, empty in life.
The sight brings great sadness to her heart.
A garden, were light and warmth should have filled the air
And cheer and play of the little ones…the children of Eru.
But broken and hollow, the trees and flowers pay for their innocence.

Her eyes, gleaming sliver, shine as bright as Elentári.
A tear swells up in her eye
Filled with the Power beyond the reach of the Quendi,
The single tear drops,
Hitting the soil quietly, absorbed willingly by the soil
Silver rain falls…

She turns, she leaves,
Knowing her seed has been planted.
And the strength of a Vala so strong,
A single tear reshapes the land.

White daises bloom, the wild flowers grow.
The willows sway gently in the wind,
And the green grass glimmers in the sun.
In a land of sad past memories,
New ones grow to replace those…

She sees this and more in her mind,
“May the grace of the Valar protect it,
With the blessing of Eru.”
 

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Oh my gosh, that is easily the best Tolkien-based poem I've ever seen on this forum, possibly anywhere. I love the flow...it really does flow well to my mind, and I must confess I'm the type that can have trouble getting caught up in or even following poems that don't have more obvious metres and/or some kind of rhyme shceme, so coming from me I suppose that might say more than it usually does. Awesome, just awesome. You're just enveloped in this truly palpable sense of sorrow and grief, but with this beautiful ray of hope shooting through it, just like the whole Silmarillion, really, a great tragedy but with the hint of the eternal hope of the Children's faith in Eru...

Oh, gosh, I just feel so...full right now, I can't think what else to say.
 

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Tolkien Related Poetry!

Here is the place to post poetry that was inspired by Tolkien, or is based in his world.
You can continue to post general-non-Tolkien poetry in the other Poetry thread.

Thanks,
Elgee
 

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Re: Tolkien Related Poetry!

I wrote this a number of years ago. I hope you like it.

A Passing Moment of Aragorn

A ragged, deep green hood
covered a craggy face,
Hiding dark eyes that had
seen most every place.
His black moustache covered
a sad frown on his mouth,
As he thought of a shadowed
land far in the south.
And as he silently stood there,
so tall and grim,
A light came into his eyes,
though yet very dim.
And while he became wrapped
in some sweet, lovely dream,
Lines of care and worry fell
from his face, I deem.
The thoughts became more kindly,
which caused him to smile.
He looked like a fair prince
from a far distant isle.
As more and more the long,
lonely years fell away,
His eyes revealed more wisdom
than you could say.
Then the noble, young man
quickly aged as before.
The vision faded as he glanced
southward once more.
 

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Re: Tolkien-related poetry

wow... that's rather good... if I can say so...:)

LĂşthien SĂ©regon said:
I was just wondering if there could be an extra thread for all poems that are Tolkien-related ( similar to the Poetry thread )?

By Tolkien-related, I mean all poems that have been inspired by scenes / moments within Lord of the Rings, poems about characters in Tolkien stories, or simply poems that are Tolkienish ( fantasy, nature, etc. ).
If I may be so bold, have you seen The Traveling Minstrels? Or is that not what you were thinking...? :eek:
 
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e.Blackstar said:
wow...that's deep, dude. I like it. :)
Thanks hun!


Hobbit-GalRosie said:
Oh my gosh, that is easily the best Tolkien-based poem I've ever seen on this forum, possibly anywhere. I love the flow...it really does flow well to my mind, and I must confess I'm the type that can have trouble getting caught up in or even following poems that don't have more obvious metres and/or some kind of rhyme shceme, so coming from me I suppose that might say more than it usually does. Awesome, just awesome. You're just enveloped in this truly palpable sense of sorrow and grief, but with this beautiful ray of hope shooting through it, just like the whole Silmarillion, really, a great tragedy but with the hint of the eternal hope of the Children's faith in Eru...

Oh, gosh, I just feel so...full right now, I can't think what else to say.
Okay, you're making me blush evn more!!

*hides*
 

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Re: Tolkien Related Poetry!

I've never posted a poem in this thread before, so here's a quick one:

Blessed be sages who come for us
For our dire need we keep their trust
As the sky begins to cry, men will die
Here the strength of men will be tested, that is no lie
From shaken rock to splintered tree
From every man, woman, right down to me
All our fates be united as one
Till the nightly battle will be done

Specters walk with the demons of the night
To strike into our hearts deep war fright
Though as we gain more light we gain strong might
For the calvary has finally come to fight

Blood, sweat, and tear were all used here
Blessed be the Firstborn who died with us here
Two races against the white hands devils
We did not win with blade but with our strong wills

Will to survive will to live
Will to fight will to forgive

Our eyes of victory shine like a pearl
Right to the ending of this world
 

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It is believed this was written in 3319 SA by Tirikargad, the Last Poet of Numenor, and was the anthem of the doomed Expedition to Valinor.

Numenorean Departure

In the evening of the garden fall the saddest leaves of all,
Pale as moonbeam-striken flowers in the hills and on the walls.
In the evening, thou, remember, years of sunlight and of frost,
Ere the waves upon our beaches count the summers thou hast lost.
Fearing death, the dark black ending, sure as fading of the moon
I must sail with Ar-Pharazon,
From the darkness of this doom.

Silent sunlight scurries swiftly through the creeping ruinous rust
And the deeps of our creation wither swiftly in the dust,
Ah! The silvery, bright sweetness of Andoran spring in flower
As our laughter echoes gladly in the shadow of the bows.
Shall all this be taken from us, while the Western Light Gleams on?
I must sail with Ar-Pharazon,
Before all my hope is gone.

Lying Eldar, broken promise, shallow dreams in dead god's eyes,
In the shadow of dark towers we have lived and we have died.
Now our dream is but a sea-voyage,
With the sword held in thy hand,
Drive the radiant soulless elf-folk from the harsh pearl-crusted sand.
Turn thy prow towards the sunset, and in swiftness sweet ascend
On the Mountain capped with snowfire we shall gather in the end
Then their shall be no more darkness, and the world will be one song.
I will sail with Ar-Pharazon,
For the quays of Avalonne.
 
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