Blood Tears
Hanging over Thangorodrim, I regret the dreadful Oath- the Oath my father took. The Oath that has caused all this misery.
Melkor, or Morgoth as my father had named him, had stolen the Silmarils that my father, Fëanor had made. In them, he locked the light of the Two Trees, Laurelin and Telpirion, before Morgoth destroyed them. My father, me, and my six other brothers took an Oath- we swore in the name of Iluvatar that we would not rest until we got the three Silmarils back, and we would make war with anyone who withheld them.
I shut my eyes tightly. We were foolish. To make such an Oath! Surely we will be punished by a painful death!
We had all rode on to Angband. Morgoth's orcs and Balrogs outnumbered us. I saw the Lord of the Balrogs kill my father. We were taking him away, away from the battle- then he bade us set him down, in sight of Thangorodrim. He cursed Morgoth thrice, then his body turned to ashes.
Morgoth captured me through trickery. And now here I am, hanging by my wrists from the heights of Thangorodrim. One wrist, my right one, is bound to mountain in an iron manacle. So I am hanging by one wrist.
Welcome to my realm
We are both condemned to live
It's a dark fate
(I can hear your calls
I can hear your calls)
THE ETERNAL LIFE
I see it still burns
Each night I cry in pain
Alive
Though the end appears my friend
Suddenly, I hear singing. I answer. It is my friend, Fingon! He wept when he saw me, and a told him to shoot me with an arrow. He cried aloud to Manwe, and just as the arrow was set to fly, the Lord of the Eagles appeared.
Fingon got on him, and tried to free my wrist from the manacle. It would not work. I told him to slay me; he did not listen.
chorus:
And blood tears I cry
You've searched and you've found
Cut off your old friends hand
Finally, Fingon severed my hand from my wrist and flying upon the Lord of the Eagles, we went back to Valinor, where I was healed.. But only in body.
My mind's
In frozen dreams
The rotten flesh
Of bitter lies
Welcome to where time stands still
No one leaves and no one ever will
Can't hold it
It burns
Each night I cry in pain
chorus:
And blood tears I cry
Endless grief remained inside
And blood tears I cry
Endless grief remained inside
It seems so clearly
Bent the bow
Cause life in me is gone
And a cruel wind's blowing cold
And a cruel wind's blowing cold
In blame
And life it shall wane
Each night I cry in pain
Years later, me and my brother Maglor, who was next eldest, and had inherited my mother's gentle ways, finally won back the Silmarils. We had gone through so many wars, had committed so many treacherous things, that the holy Jewels would not let us hold them without pain. Searing, agonizing pain.
In anguish, as much horrible anguish as I felt hanging from Thangorodrim years ago, if not even worse, I clutch the Silmaril and throw my self into a fissure in the Earth.
chorus:
And blood tears I cry
Endless grief remained inside
Cut off your old friends hand
-=-=-=-=-
My older brother, Maedros, has cast himself into a fissure in the Earth, with one of the Silmarils. I cast mine into the depths of the Sea.
Curse the Oath, curse Morgoth, yes, even curse the Silmarils! I wish to cry aloud, but no words will come to my lips. I wander the shore.
Alone.
-=-=-=-=-=
What of the third Silmaril? Ah, yes. I am Earendil, the Mariner. I have taken the third Silmaril, and now I sail the heavens with it bound forever to my brow.
Look up! You shall see me. The "Morning Star", the "Evening Star" is what I am probably called. Forever shall I sail the heavens, forever shall I keep this Silmaril.
The End
A/N: The song in this story is "Blood Tears" by Blind Guardian. The first speaker is Feanor's eldest son, Maedros, the second speaker is his second eldest, Maglor, and third and final one is, of course, Earendil. Please review! Very depressing story, I know..
Hanging over Thangorodrim, I regret the dreadful Oath- the Oath my father took. The Oath that has caused all this misery.
Melkor, or Morgoth as my father had named him, had stolen the Silmarils that my father, Fëanor had made. In them, he locked the light of the Two Trees, Laurelin and Telpirion, before Morgoth destroyed them. My father, me, and my six other brothers took an Oath- we swore in the name of Iluvatar that we would not rest until we got the three Silmarils back, and we would make war with anyone who withheld them.
I shut my eyes tightly. We were foolish. To make such an Oath! Surely we will be punished by a painful death!
We had all rode on to Angband. Morgoth's orcs and Balrogs outnumbered us. I saw the Lord of the Balrogs kill my father. We were taking him away, away from the battle- then he bade us set him down, in sight of Thangorodrim. He cursed Morgoth thrice, then his body turned to ashes.
Morgoth captured me through trickery. And now here I am, hanging by my wrists from the heights of Thangorodrim. One wrist, my right one, is bound to mountain in an iron manacle. So I am hanging by one wrist.
Welcome to my realm
We are both condemned to live
It's a dark fate
(I can hear your calls
I can hear your calls)
THE ETERNAL LIFE
I see it still burns
Each night I cry in pain
Alive
Though the end appears my friend
Suddenly, I hear singing. I answer. It is my friend, Fingon! He wept when he saw me, and a told him to shoot me with an arrow. He cried aloud to Manwe, and just as the arrow was set to fly, the Lord of the Eagles appeared.
Fingon got on him, and tried to free my wrist from the manacle. It would not work. I told him to slay me; he did not listen.
chorus:
And blood tears I cry
You've searched and you've found
Cut off your old friends hand
Finally, Fingon severed my hand from my wrist and flying upon the Lord of the Eagles, we went back to Valinor, where I was healed.. But only in body.
My mind's
In frozen dreams
The rotten flesh
Of bitter lies
Welcome to where time stands still
No one leaves and no one ever will
Can't hold it
It burns
Each night I cry in pain
chorus:
And blood tears I cry
Endless grief remained inside
And blood tears I cry
Endless grief remained inside
It seems so clearly
Bent the bow
Cause life in me is gone
And a cruel wind's blowing cold
And a cruel wind's blowing cold
In blame
And life it shall wane
Each night I cry in pain
Years later, me and my brother Maglor, who was next eldest, and had inherited my mother's gentle ways, finally won back the Silmarils. We had gone through so many wars, had committed so many treacherous things, that the holy Jewels would not let us hold them without pain. Searing, agonizing pain.
In anguish, as much horrible anguish as I felt hanging from Thangorodrim years ago, if not even worse, I clutch the Silmaril and throw my self into a fissure in the Earth.
chorus:
And blood tears I cry
Endless grief remained inside
Cut off your old friends hand
-=-=-=-=-
My older brother, Maedros, has cast himself into a fissure in the Earth, with one of the Silmarils. I cast mine into the depths of the Sea.
Curse the Oath, curse Morgoth, yes, even curse the Silmarils! I wish to cry aloud, but no words will come to my lips. I wander the shore.
Alone.
-=-=-=-=-=
What of the third Silmaril? Ah, yes. I am Earendil, the Mariner. I have taken the third Silmaril, and now I sail the heavens with it bound forever to my brow.
Look up! You shall see me. The "Morning Star", the "Evening Star" is what I am probably called. Forever shall I sail the heavens, forever shall I keep this Silmaril.
The End
A/N: The song in this story is "Blood Tears" by Blind Guardian. The first speaker is Feanor's eldest son, Maedros, the second speaker is his second eldest, Maglor, and third and final one is, of course, Earendil. Please review! Very depressing story, I know..