Disclaimer: I don't own it. I copied some lines. Don't sue me.
A/N: This was one of those poems that started with a couplet that popped into my head and would not go away.
Old Eregion
In the land men call Hollin,
but the Elves Eregion,
deep they delved us, fair they wrought us,
high they builded us; but they are gone.
The Noldor-elves once dwelt here,
we thought for evermore;
but long ago they left us
and sailed for Valinor.
The craft of Aulë they employed
and built towers high and fair;
the birds had to chart new courses
around spires high in the air.
Dwarven folk traversed the road
for their dealings with the elves;
how we lament with Khazad-dum,
for no one now digs or delves.
Here Sauron taught Jewel-smiths the art
of forging magic rings;
So long we've gone without the songs
of the forge as hammer swings.
Deep they delved us, fair they wrought us,
high they builded us; but they are gone
from this Land of Holly,
of old Eregion.
Eregion means Land of Holly (in Quenya, I think), that's not a typo. Now review!