Tall,
Proud,
Grey-eyed soldier,
A red cloak flickers in the wind,
Noble,
Proud,
He falls.
-HALDIR
Tall,
Straight,
Cold as frost,
As evermind
On aged tombs,
Like a steel blade.
-EOWYN
- Evermind
The Riders, the Walkers, both nine
Nine Dark and nine Light, two kinds
The Walkers set forth
For the Dark's own door
In a journey held dear for all time
- Legolasgirl3
Seriously Rohanoid
Sonnet 121 by Grima Shakespeare
'Tis better to be false than vile esteemed
My flowery words received reproach so stinging
And all my freedom lost, or so it seemed
To gain her feeling by this wizard's spinnings
For why should others' false with elven ties
Give jubilation to orc sportive blood? (to rhyme with good in the old tongue )
When kingly frailties with my whiter lies
Will keep this land from bad which they think good?
No, I am not a lamb, and with the devil
My trade abuses fester on their own
But I throw straight and may someone dishevel
Though all is lost my tears must not be shown
Or they this general evil will maintain
All men are bad and let my badness reign.
( it is not sure where this was written as Grima was raving a bit by then and continued so for another 33 sonnets ....)
- Halona Treeclan
A blustery day of wind, rain, sun, cloud and rainbow inspired this bit of verse:
West Wind
What say you swift and sea-blown wind?
Have you a tale from distant shores
To whisper with your sighing breath?
What news bring you across the moors
From Númenor, fair Westernesse?
A blustery day of wind, rain, sun, cloud and rainbow inspired this bit of verse:
West Wind
What say you swift and sea-blown wind?
Have you a tale from distant shores
To whisper with your sighing breath?
What news bring you across the moors
From Númenor, fair Westernesse?
- Tinidri
A Hobbit Lulluby
Sun she goes down in a sea of red
Eaten is all of the meat and bread
Now little hobbits must to go to bed
On pillows of feathers lay down your sweet head
To the land of dreams little hobbits now head
Where stars and the clouds become your bed
Where mead is milk and cake is bread
Til Sun comes up in a sea of red
A Hobbit Lulluby
Sun she goes down in a sea of red
Eaten is all of the meat and bread
Now little hobbits must to go to bed
On pillows of feathers lay down your sweet head
To the land of dreams little hobbits now head
Where stars and the clouds become your bed
Where mead is milk and cake is bread
Til Sun comes up in a sea of red
-
Lothithil
Up In A Tree
A Woodland Elf Poem
Up in a tree I sit today
Cradled amongst its sturdy boughs
Listening to a lullaby
I hear amongst the rustling leaves.
Up in a tree I sit today
Peacefully sleeping like a child
While embraced in his mother’s arms
Safe to roam where his dreams take him.
For Aragorn
Aragorn’s hair is a much-discussed thing
But does hair really make the man --
Or the King?
When a man wields a sword
And is watching your back,
Does it really matter if
It’s shampoo he lacks?
If he can lead
An army of the dead
What matters the state
Of the hair on his head?
Clean or dirty, lanky or smooth,
Bare to the winds, or under a crown,
It’s the deeds, not the “do”
That win him renown!
Up In A Tree
A Woodland Elf Poem
Up in a tree I sit today
Cradled amongst its sturdy boughs
Listening to a lullaby
I hear amongst the rustling leaves.
Up in a tree I sit today
Peacefully sleeping like a child
While embraced in his mother’s arms
Safe to roam where his dreams take him.
-Dinledhwen
River's Song
For the Hobbits in Buckland
The sun, it sets beyond the River,
The trees put on their dinner gowns,
In gold and green their leaves a-quiver
To see the sun go sinking down.
The trees will sleep, nighttime a-borning,
The waters will go rushing on,
The sun returns to them each morning
And so they sleep to River's song.
Do not despair, oh trees that glisten,
The loving sun will soon return.
Throughout the night stand soft and listen
The River's song, his verse to learn.
Traces
A Last Elf Poem
Traces of you still linger here
In the woods that had been our home
For the trees speak of our love dear
And remind me that I’m alone.
Traces of you still linger here
In the path you took to the shore
For the grass speaks of your sad tears
And now mine which flow evermore.
River's Song
For the Hobbits in Buckland
The sun, it sets beyond the River,
The trees put on their dinner gowns,
In gold and green their leaves a-quiver
To see the sun go sinking down.
The trees will sleep, nighttime a-borning,
The waters will go rushing on,
The sun returns to them each morning
And so they sleep to River's song.
Do not despair, oh trees that glisten,
The loving sun will soon return.
Throughout the night stand soft and listen
The River's song, his verse to learn.
- Primula
Traces
A Last Elf Poem
Traces of you still linger here
In the woods that had been our home
For the trees speak of our love dear
And remind me that I’m alone.
Traces of you still linger here
In the path you took to the shore
For the grass speaks of your sad tears
And now mine which flow evermore.
-Dinledhwen
Faramir's March
and the drums quietly beat the time
and the men marched silently forward
and the people gently cried
and the children tenderly threw flowers
and the world screamed 'Nooooooo!'
Faramir's March
and the drums quietly beat the time
and the men marched silently forward
and the people gently cried
and the children tenderly threw flowers
and the world screamed 'Nooooooo!'
- Agape4Rivendel
Dreams I've had most recently, Of elves ,and dwarves, and men.
Some say I'm strange, but I won't change, to suit the likes of them.
The stars they shine ,and thoughts of mine are lit with life and hope.
For sweet Estel, in my mind dwells at every moment in time.
He's in my heart, and in my soul.
My life it is much sweeter.
To taste one kiss, would be such bliss, my dying wish to be,
Held in his arms 'til light is gone, and my soul forever free.
Dreams I've had most recently, Of elves ,and dwarves, and men.
Some say I'm strange, but I won't change, to suit the likes of them.
The stars they shine ,and thoughts of mine are lit with life and hope.
For sweet Estel, in my mind dwells at every moment in time.
He's in my heart, and in my soul.
My life it is much sweeter.
To taste one kiss, would be such bliss, my dying wish to be,
Held in his arms 'til light is gone, and my soul forever free.
- TelcontarsAniron
Where now the stick and the mallow? Where is the dog that was roasting?
Where is the ketchup and mustard, and the buns for toasting?
Where is the apron so tacky, and the cook a-boasting?
Where is the fork and the pickles and the host hosting?
They have passed like cans in the trashbin, like the bags of stale rolls;
The dogs have gone down in the West behind briquettes into charcoal.
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning,
Or behold the flowing drinks from the keg returning?
Elves – A Poem
Deep in the misty woods
Far from the beaten path
Is said to be a place
Where Elves still walk this earth.
Elves that are fair and strong
Not those spindly creatures
As told in fairy tales
That we read as children.
No these Elves are Tolkien’s
A noble ancient race
Still clinging to the past
Deep in the misty woods.
Where now the stick and the mallow? Where is the dog that was roasting?
Where is the ketchup and mustard, and the buns for toasting?
Where is the apron so tacky, and the cook a-boasting?
Where is the fork and the pickles and the host hosting?
They have passed like cans in the trashbin, like the bags of stale rolls;
The dogs have gone down in the West behind briquettes into charcoal.
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning,
Or behold the flowing drinks from the keg returning?
- Primula
Elves – A Poem
Deep in the misty woods
Far from the beaten path
Is said to be a place
Where Elves still walk this earth.
Elves that are fair and strong
Not those spindly creatures
As told in fairy tales
That we read as children.
No these Elves are Tolkien’s
A noble ancient race
Still clinging to the past
Deep in the misty woods.
- Dinledhwen
Strider's version of the Bath Song...
(with apologies to Master Tolkien)
For mud and muckyness sing Hey!
It makes this skanky ranger's day!
A loon is he who bids me bathe
Or (horror of horrors) asks me to shave!
Oh water is fair that leaps on high
In fountain white beneath the sky!
But better than rain or rippling streams
is wallowing round in muddy dreams!
Strider's version of the Bath Song...
(with apologies to Master Tolkien)
For mud and muckyness sing Hey!
It makes this skanky ranger's day!
A loon is he who bids me bathe
Or (horror of horrors) asks me to shave!
Oh water is fair that leaps on high
In fountain white beneath the sky!
But better than rain or rippling streams
is wallowing round in muddy dreams!
- Evermind
Aragorn's Locks
Luxuriant, gentle waves
to your strong, broad shoulders fall.
Long, wonderful strands abound,
Careless fingers fix them all.
Mahogany in color,
Smooth and silky in texture.
Warm, vibrant tresses are yours.
Of this, Aragorn, I'm sure.
Aragorn's Locks
Luxuriant, gentle waves
to your strong, broad shoulders fall.
Long, wonderful strands abound,
Careless fingers fix them all.
Mahogany in color,
Smooth and silky in texture.
Warm, vibrant tresses are yours.
Of this, Aragorn, I'm sure.
- Silivren
Ithildin
The Passing of the Elves – A Lantern Poem
Gone
They sailed
None returned
A memory
Passed
The Passing of the Elves – A Lantern Poem
Gone
They sailed
None returned
A memory
Passed
-
Dinledhwen
Boromir brave Boromir!
To Imladris you did ride
Seeking help for your people
Was all you had on your mind.
But good fortune wasn't yours
And the Ring's voice was stronger
Then in battle you did fall
Your mind at peace forever.
Boromir brave Boromir!
To Imladris you did ride
Seeking help for your people
Was all you had on your mind.
But good fortune wasn't yours
And the Ring's voice was stronger
Then in battle you did fall
Your mind at peace forever.
For Aragorn
Aragorn’s hair is a much-discussed thing
But does hair really make the man --
Or the King?
When a man wields a sword
And is watching your back,
Does it really matter if
It’s shampoo he lacks?
If he can lead
An army of the dead
What matters the state
Of the hair on his head?
Clean or dirty, lanky or smooth,
Bare to the winds, or under a crown,
It’s the deeds, not the “do”
That win him renown!
- Nuroreiel
The weathering of the storm
Twas darkness,and it took the spirit out of one's mind
tossed about as if on an endless sea with no hope
until there on the brightest cliff a sunshine appeared
steering the small craft to the shore
to walk amongst those most loved
beyond in evermore Navaer,Lasto al lalaith nin!
The weathering of the storm
Twas darkness,and it took the spirit out of one's mind
tossed about as if on an endless sea with no hope
until there on the brightest cliff a sunshine appeared
steering the small craft to the shore
to walk amongst those most loved
beyond in evermore Navaer,Lasto al lalaith nin!
- Halona Treeclan
