Song of Russandol
First of seven, once Elven king
Weilded sword with left hand swing.
His hair as brilliant as scarlet fire.
He led his folk when times were dire.
But knowing when to step away,
He gave the crown to uncle fey.
Befriended cousin when all in doubt
That friendship between these kin could sprout.
Of Findekáno he did think
Beside the shores as ships did sink.
But no hope he felt for his long lost friend
Fearing Fingon would meet his end
In the Helcaraxë icy cold.
Yet he knew his kin were rightly bold.
He took his place as elven king
Though his father's death did sting.
Yet not long after, orcs played a game.
Stole him away, and none there came
To save their king upon the mount
Save cousin Fingon, who did not discount
Their friendship of long times past
And there he was rescued then at last.
Upon return he bowed his head
To the half brother his father wanted dead
Recognizing at last
The folly of their task
Yet even brothers here did scorn
But Maedhros stood there, tall and worn.
Through many years, he lived his life.
Beneath the trees, beneath their light.
But also here upon Middle Earth,
He found his mettle, he found his worth.
Yet still the oath drove him onward
And at last he grabbed the jewel so honored.
Burning his only remaining hand,
He saw no action no other plan,
Than to leap into the fire
Where a last he died in flaming pyre.