’Twas spring again in the Northern Landsand larks sang bright and clear,yet sorrow lay on the folk of Daleand little they knew of cheer. The daughter of Girion, Lord of Dale,lay sad under winter’s gloom–Like enough, all said, ere long,she’d lie winter-cold in her tomb. In deep despond young Giriel layand nothing could stir her willfor …
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Tolkien Tribute: SMAUG
Flame surging in my belly, I cry out,and leap into the clouds, exulting:Wings, vast, they span the star-bright heavens! I sail through the night, tempest roaring a storm of mighty rage, a-soaring–Flame surging in my belly, I cry out! In all of the world, there is no othermagnificent as I! I bellow powerand leap into the clouds, …
Tolkien Tribute: Queen Beruthial’s Cats
A shade in the shadowlurking;A purr in the darknesssmirking;Softness against a bare legleaning;One with shadow againleaving… Fire of green in the nightgleaming;Flame of gold in the duskseemingageless and cannybeyond scheming;Cats of Beruthiel smile,dreaming… These cats are spoken of only once, a mention made by Aragorn in an off-hand way… an idiomatic reference: “He is surer …
Tolkien Tribute: The Rangers
1–LURKERSStorm and ice howling through the winter passes…The bellies of the scudding clouds, glowing dull and fitful,reflecting back the desperate firelightfrom which all warmth is blasted by the winds…Alone is better, the huddled traveler thinks,Than the company he knows is lurking in these peaks…And he shivers only partly from the cold… 2–BROTHERSBrisk chill breeze of …
Tolkien Tribute: Gimli in Valinor
a monologue addressed to his axe Was a time I thoughtI could not get my boots soon enoughonto good firm rock again…And yet,here I sit,upon a kegonce full of Middle Earth’s best ale,with ye, my trusty Axe,leaning here against my knee–choosing the gentle rocking of a deck,over the fair and solid land I seeshining just …
Tolkien Tribute: Blue Istar
So many ages he’s wandered, so many roads his footprints mark,in lands of many men and few, of hottest sun and deepest dark,He seldom speaks a word aloud, gives no greeting nor farewell,sings not, nor prays in any language any living soul can tell… Midnight-indigo, his old cloak is bound around him tight,a shadow in …
Tolkien Tribute: Dark Path
Darkness Thick, engulfing… Full of hunger, full of eyes… Terror Creeping near Among the tangle of the trees… Hunger Haunting, lurking Reaching from the midnight mirk… One pathway Safe-enchanted… Such a pity that you strayed…
Tolkien Tribute: The Deep Wood Stirs
Dark, dark the rich earth where our roots sink deep.Gloomy, the air where we reach towards the sky.Long, long the years we have stood here asleep;Diminished, our peace as the ages passed by.But now we awaken to realize the creepof tendrils of smoke, drifting bitter and dry:Our borders are breached and our enemies walkUnder the …
Tolkien Tribute: A Bitter Parting
A Tolkien fan site I used to write on ran a contest for writing dialogue. The parameters were to choose two characters in a particular setting. I chose Elrond and Arwen’s final meeting. I also added a challenge of my own, to write the scene entirely through the dialogue. Father, why do you not speak? Will …
Tolkien Tribute: Symbelmyne
Even here the glimmering simbelmyne growsin the ghostly pale green meads and haunted hollowsfar from the hallows somber in their ordered rowswhere our old bones the cold earth slowly swallows. Of certainty indeed no living person knowsand none but guess what after long life followsyet, even here the glimmering simbelyne growsin the ghostly pale green …
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