Hello! My name is Custos de Fabulas and I'm new here at . I wrote this poem a while ago, and I quite like it. Ecthelion is one of my favourite characters in The Silmarillion. It was a while ago I read The Silmarillion, so I hope this is accurate.
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The Fall of Ecthelion
Ecthelion was an mighty elven lord of old,
Wise and just, or so I've been told.
Fairest of the Ñoldor, his inner light shone bright,
Yet it burnt out in the middle of the darkest night.
At Taur Austre, the night of the summer feast,
He faced Gothmog, the first of the fire beasts.
Before the King's fountain he stood and fought alone,
As battle waged around him, the fall of The City of Stone.
He was already wounded, yet from the King's fountain he strenght re-gaind.
He had already slewn three balrogs, more only Tuor claimd.
As Tuor goes for the Fire Lord he on the bloodied ground slip,
And the Balrog starts to finish him of with It's sword and great fire whip,
But Ecthlion jumps before It, sword in hand,
Valiant and brave, prepared to make his last stand.
They fought each other both hard and long,
Ecthelion is the most valiant in both tale and song.
His sword was sharp and hurt the demons fire,
Yet his wounds were both severe and dire.
The demon struck and his sword flew out of his hands,
Before the Balrog lord he now alone and defenceless stands.
As the demon raises Its arm for the killing strike,
He forward jumps and pierces Its heart with his helm and its great steel spike!
He wraps his arms around It and both fall into the Fountain of the King,
Its waters quenches the Demon's fire yet the Eldar laments sing,
For to the bottom It took Ecthelion the Brave,
Now both rests in the depth of thier deep watery grave.
And so Ecthelion found his doom in the fountain of whom he was lord,
And the Ñoldor felled bitter tears like crystal from a dragon's hoard.
All the Quendi lament the Fountain lord's fate,
And through tear they curse Morgoth and to him renew their hate.
All has a price yet the price was to high,
For the Lord of Balrogs to fall the Lord of Fountains must die.
May us not forget him, may his courage be sung to all,
As he faced the Balrog Lord so proud and strong and tall.
May his name give hope to hopeless hearts when all else fails,
May his name be heard from thousend lips as darkness falls and light prevails!
Friend! Let us of the Fountain Lord sing,
Let us sing of Ecthelion, nobler than any king.
A/N That's it! I hope you like it! Now for my quote:
"Apud unumquemvis est cor residet verum Argentum Fabula."
~Me
(I thank google translate for that piece of latin. If you want to know what it means, google it).
/ Custos de Fabulas