The Song of the Faithful
Dedicated to Illuvitar, who created it, and Tolkien who wrote it down. This all belongs to them, except Legolas, who belongs to himself.
A/N: This poem is based on a hymn written by G.K Chesterton I found which really reminded me of Numenor.
Verse two is taken from that hymn and I have used it here without permission from anyone.
If you happen to be G.K Chesterton's lawyers (or, heaven forbid, G.K. Chesterton himself) please don't kill me!
Just send me a polite, quiet little email and I'll change it/rewrite it/burn it or apply for real permission if you'll point me in the right direction.
Oh God of Land and Tower,
Spare now our hidden halls.
Forgive our quest for power,
And strengthen our stone walls.
Let not the sea devour us.
Save Nimloth's sapling seed.
Take not thy thunder from us,
But take away our greed.
Oh God of Earth and Altar,
Bow down and hear our cry.
Our earthly rulers falter,
Our people drift and die.
The walls of gold entomb us,
The swords of scorn divide.
Take not thy thunder from us,
But take away our pride.
Oh Queen of Heaven's starlight,
Help not just elvenkind.
Your love can't shine through our night,
To good and right we're blind.
The quest for life consumes us-
In vain avoid our fate.
Take not thy mercy from us,
But take away our hate.
Oh God of Raging Water,
The elven-lands we claim.
The seas we seek to conquer,
The Western Lords we blame.
For those lands they forbade us,
Their rules we now distrust.
Take not thy thunder from us,
But take away our lust.
Oh Lords of Truth and Glory,
Protect us from the tomb.
Make not our lives a story
Wherein we come to doom.
Remove our Kings from Error,
By peace and not the sword.
From our countries rising terror,
Deliver us, good Lords!
Well wasn't that fun. If you've time I appreciate criticism and reviews, though I know how impossible they are to write.
Obviously, flames are not appreciated. If my fic has in anyway irritated you, I suggest printing a copy and either shredding it into small pieces
and flushing it down the loo, or screwing it into a small ball and throwing it at things.
Kindly do this before taking your anger out on me!
Dedicated to Illuvitar, who created it, and Tolkien who wrote it down. This all belongs to them, except Legolas, who belongs to himself.
A/N: This poem is based on a hymn written by G.K Chesterton I found which really reminded me of Numenor.
Verse two is taken from that hymn and I have used it here without permission from anyone.
If you happen to be G.K Chesterton's lawyers (or, heaven forbid, G.K. Chesterton himself) please don't kill me!
Just send me a polite, quiet little email and I'll change it/rewrite it/burn it or apply for real permission if you'll point me in the right direction.
Oh God of Land and Tower,
Spare now our hidden halls.
Forgive our quest for power,
And strengthen our stone walls.
Let not the sea devour us.
Save Nimloth's sapling seed.
Take not thy thunder from us,
But take away our greed.
Oh God of Earth and Altar,
Bow down and hear our cry.
Our earthly rulers falter,
Our people drift and die.
The walls of gold entomb us,
The swords of scorn divide.
Take not thy thunder from us,
But take away our pride.
Oh Queen of Heaven's starlight,
Help not just elvenkind.
Your love can't shine through our night,
To good and right we're blind.
The quest for life consumes us-
In vain avoid our fate.
Take not thy mercy from us,
But take away our hate.
Oh God of Raging Water,
The elven-lands we claim.
The seas we seek to conquer,
The Western Lords we blame.
For those lands they forbade us,
Their rules we now distrust.
Take not thy thunder from us,
But take away our lust.
Oh Lords of Truth and Glory,
Protect us from the tomb.
Make not our lives a story
Wherein we come to doom.
Remove our Kings from Error,
By peace and not the sword.
From our countries rising terror,
Deliver us, good Lords!
Well wasn't that fun. If you've time I appreciate criticism and reviews, though I know how impossible they are to write.
Obviously, flames are not appreciated. If my fic has in anyway irritated you, I suggest printing a copy and either shredding it into small pieces
and flushing it down the loo, or screwing it into a small ball and throwing it at things.
Kindly do this before taking your anger out on me!