Ok, well, I thought I'd do this, a poem version of my story, 'When the Inexperienced Falter'.
I gave up with adding commas halfway through, well, what do you think, people out there?
(dis. tolkiens, not mine, but poem and story are mine)
An elleth there was
in Greenwood the Great,
An innocent elfling,
a fool of fate.
Her love of the snow
was rivaled by none,
For into the drifts,
she ventured as one.
Her hair was pale,
Her skin much the same,
Her eyes as dark,
As the place of her game.
For the deeps of Mirkwood,
Greenwood the Great,
Shone in her eyes
and perhaps drew her mate.
The prince of the forest
her mate, that was he
For what he is renown
is part of the strife, you see
With hair like the moonlight,
Venturing through the trees,
And a smile as sweet
as a warm summer breeze.
A fair match they were
the young elleth and her prince;
His shimmering silver hair,
Hers his with a rinse.
Alas a shadow fell,
and times grew dim,
For in Mordor, once again,
The Dark Lord sought to win.
In Mirkwood too,
A shadow loomed,
For the young elleth's
intentions were doomed.
Middle-Earth she desired to see,
A dangerous affair,
Yet a chance did arrive,
Alas it was filled with despair,
Smeagol had escaped
The wretched thing
T'was a great loss
Never a good way to begin
As Loswen approached
The snow-maiden was awed
Yet nothing she said
To snow ere it thawed
And there she did espy
An Elf-Lord of renown
For a golden-haired leader
She did tumbledown
Imladris was pleasant
No other word could describe
There was, however
The darker side
Not of Imladris
so much as its guests
For there the rings of Power
were currently at rest
The council was taken
Thoughts fell like raindrops
People were chosen
Commitments were forgot
The fellowship was formed
Legolas was the elf
Willingly he accepted
Was he thinking of himself?
Loswen was grieved
The feeling she felt
Was that of a widow
Looking over what she'd been dealt
She turned for comfort
To the golden-hair lord
She longed for something
She wanted something, something to hoard
And with her longing
And her untimely collision
She got what she wanted
Although without much decision
She was confused
She was woe-struck
She made her decision
Without realising as much
A babe she carried
Yet she didn't know whose
For the dates were too close
What would she choose?
Should she return to Mirkwood
And hope for the best?
Should she remain in Imladris
And claim to 'rest'?
To keep suspicion away
And for desire for kin
She returned to the wood
Where the tale did begin
The War of the Ring
In the south far raged
Alas the Realm of Thranduil
Was not left un-dazed
Fire came, and orcs
Good fortune was with them
For although the hurts deep
They weren't permanent victims
The birth of the child,
Held no clue to the date
For she was within
The time of each mate
There was one odd thing
That she could not dismiss
That was the hair
She was so full of bliss
The War had been won
Of that you already knew
Yet there was something in the heart
Which made a hero blue
Legolas, as you know
Longed for the sea
It was woken in him
And it wouldn't let him be
He returned from the war
And what there did he find?
A beautiful babe
Something more to mind
He looked on the child
And with the custom of his kind
He named his beautiful daughter
With a name that would shine
With Mirglor he was smitten
As he had been with her mother
He cherished the child
As he would no other
Yet the longing for the sea
Was something he didn't lack
He told his beloved wife
Who told him of hers back
Hers was easier to fulfill than his,
For she still wanted to explore
For in his own mind
Of his plan he was sure
Ithilien, deep in the humid south
He had promised to bring more
For elves surely could help
The hurts made by the war
And so the trip was taken
With stops on the way
The time of arriving
T'was a merry day
They saw Lothlorien
Yet it was quiet and failing
They saw Imladris
Yet it was too not plain sailing
No elf who had seen them
Before this sore condition
Enjoyed their journeys
As much as their mission
Two winters did pass
The journey was long
Finally they arrived
At the city, full of song
They were greeted at the gates
By the Evenstar herself
Of course the King of Gondor
Was there, (but no elf)*
Mirglor sat upon a steed,
parents around her, oh so keen
Shining hair as bright as sunlight,
Stood besides two pale moonbeams
The connection was made
In the minds of the royal pair
Yet why should they tell him?
For all if could cause was despair
A conversation ensued
Between Arwen and Loswen
Two women together
Both saw the meaning
No word was mentioned, no harm was done
However little ears had heard them tell
Ended with a fateful question
"Father, who was Glorfindel?"
Yet that is not the end of the tale
For what tale could finish like that?
Heated words were spoken
Things that could never be taken back
"Silver is ours yet
Golden hair! Golden hair!
Why did I not see it!"
Cried Legolas the fair
Confused and troubled
Goodbye her daughter she bade
She fled the city
And for Mirkwood she made
Here's where fate strikes
Like a deadly snake
The letter left was lost
What amends can we make?
The letter asked for forgiveness
The letter asked for time
The letter asked for him to wait
With every word, every letter, every line
In the way of the elves
She changed her name
She felt dirty and used
And her name said the same
Mithlos she became
gray-snow, filthy and worn,
although the cause of her strife
was something to mourn
She wandered for years
Mirglor grew, she became
Glindin, silent gleam,
With a mother who was full of shame
Yet Mithlos wandered
As has been told
Until the day she roamed
Into her a realm of old
T'was in the eaves of Mirkwood
That she met /him/
Many years they had been parted
Him search had been merely a whim
Was not her silver haired prince
no, it was her silver haired brother
Long had she been gone
Long had they been separated from each other
He told her the message
He had come to deliver
Glindin was departing
And Legolas was with her
Something in Mithlos
Surfaced of Loswen
She came to herself
Done not so often
Luck was with her
For once
The message to wait
Reached them by the sea
Glindin was joyed
Her mother she sorely missed
Something nagged at her
Doubts she quickly dismissed
She knew she would never see her
So she felt to defy fate
At the mouth of the Anduin
They did wait
Loswen raced to meet them
Alas, she was slowed
The weather was against her
Well the future did not bode
A storm akin to that of Amroth and Nimrodel
Came upon them in the night
Glindin made to dive over the side
She was restrained, she did fight
Away they were borne
By the wind that spited them
By the rain fell on them
By the waves that pulled them
She arrived too late
As she saw the rope
She beheld what had occurred
And she lost all hope
She ventured to mountains
She found a snow drift
She laid down silently
And there she still lies
Frozen for all time
*I know Arwen isn't an elf, but she'd still appear as one, so oh, well
I gave up with adding commas halfway through, well, what do you think, people out there?
(dis. tolkiens, not mine, but poem and story are mine)
An elleth there was
in Greenwood the Great,
An innocent elfling,
a fool of fate.
Her love of the snow
was rivaled by none,
For into the drifts,
she ventured as one.
Her hair was pale,
Her skin much the same,
Her eyes as dark,
As the place of her game.
For the deeps of Mirkwood,
Greenwood the Great,
Shone in her eyes
and perhaps drew her mate.
The prince of the forest
her mate, that was he
For what he is renown
is part of the strife, you see
With hair like the moonlight,
Venturing through the trees,
And a smile as sweet
as a warm summer breeze.
A fair match they were
the young elleth and her prince;
His shimmering silver hair,
Hers his with a rinse.
Alas a shadow fell,
and times grew dim,
For in Mordor, once again,
The Dark Lord sought to win.
In Mirkwood too,
A shadow loomed,
For the young elleth's
intentions were doomed.
Middle-Earth she desired to see,
A dangerous affair,
Yet a chance did arrive,
Alas it was filled with despair,
Smeagol had escaped
The wretched thing
T'was a great loss
Never a good way to begin
As Loswen approached
The snow-maiden was awed
Yet nothing she said
To snow ere it thawed
And there she did espy
An Elf-Lord of renown
For a golden-haired leader
She did tumbledown
Imladris was pleasant
No other word could describe
There was, however
The darker side
Not of Imladris
so much as its guests
For there the rings of Power
were currently at rest
The council was taken
Thoughts fell like raindrops
People were chosen
Commitments were forgot
The fellowship was formed
Legolas was the elf
Willingly he accepted
Was he thinking of himself?
Loswen was grieved
The feeling she felt
Was that of a widow
Looking over what she'd been dealt
She turned for comfort
To the golden-hair lord
She longed for something
She wanted something, something to hoard
And with her longing
And her untimely collision
She got what she wanted
Although without much decision
She was confused
She was woe-struck
She made her decision
Without realising as much
A babe she carried
Yet she didn't know whose
For the dates were too close
What would she choose?
Should she return to Mirkwood
And hope for the best?
Should she remain in Imladris
And claim to 'rest'?
To keep suspicion away
And for desire for kin
She returned to the wood
Where the tale did begin
The War of the Ring
In the south far raged
Alas the Realm of Thranduil
Was not left un-dazed
Fire came, and orcs
Good fortune was with them
For although the hurts deep
They weren't permanent victims
The birth of the child,
Held no clue to the date
For she was within
The time of each mate
There was one odd thing
That she could not dismiss
That was the hair
She was so full of bliss
The War had been won
Of that you already knew
Yet there was something in the heart
Which made a hero blue
Legolas, as you know
Longed for the sea
It was woken in him
And it wouldn't let him be
He returned from the war
And what there did he find?
A beautiful babe
Something more to mind
He looked on the child
And with the custom of his kind
He named his beautiful daughter
With a name that would shine
With Mirglor he was smitten
As he had been with her mother
He cherished the child
As he would no other
Yet the longing for the sea
Was something he didn't lack
He told his beloved wife
Who told him of hers back
Hers was easier to fulfill than his,
For she still wanted to explore
For in his own mind
Of his plan he was sure
Ithilien, deep in the humid south
He had promised to bring more
For elves surely could help
The hurts made by the war
And so the trip was taken
With stops on the way
The time of arriving
T'was a merry day
They saw Lothlorien
Yet it was quiet and failing
They saw Imladris
Yet it was too not plain sailing
No elf who had seen them
Before this sore condition
Enjoyed their journeys
As much as their mission
Two winters did pass
The journey was long
Finally they arrived
At the city, full of song
They were greeted at the gates
By the Evenstar herself
Of course the King of Gondor
Was there, (but no elf)*
Mirglor sat upon a steed,
parents around her, oh so keen
Shining hair as bright as sunlight,
Stood besides two pale moonbeams
The connection was made
In the minds of the royal pair
Yet why should they tell him?
For all if could cause was despair
A conversation ensued
Between Arwen and Loswen
Two women together
Both saw the meaning
No word was mentioned, no harm was done
However little ears had heard them tell
Ended with a fateful question
"Father, who was Glorfindel?"
Yet that is not the end of the tale
For what tale could finish like that?
Heated words were spoken
Things that could never be taken back
"Silver is ours yet
Golden hair! Golden hair!
Why did I not see it!"
Cried Legolas the fair
Confused and troubled
Goodbye her daughter she bade
She fled the city
And for Mirkwood she made
Here's where fate strikes
Like a deadly snake
The letter left was lost
What amends can we make?
The letter asked for forgiveness
The letter asked for time
The letter asked for him to wait
With every word, every letter, every line
In the way of the elves
She changed her name
She felt dirty and used
And her name said the same
Mithlos she became
gray-snow, filthy and worn,
although the cause of her strife
was something to mourn
She wandered for years
Mirglor grew, she became
Glindin, silent gleam,
With a mother who was full of shame
Yet Mithlos wandered
As has been told
Until the day she roamed
Into her a realm of old
T'was in the eaves of Mirkwood
That she met /him/
Many years they had been parted
Him search had been merely a whim
Was not her silver haired prince
no, it was her silver haired brother
Long had she been gone
Long had they been separated from each other
He told her the message
He had come to deliver
Glindin was departing
And Legolas was with her
Something in Mithlos
Surfaced of Loswen
She came to herself
Done not so often
Luck was with her
For once
The message to wait
Reached them by the sea
Glindin was joyed
Her mother she sorely missed
Something nagged at her
Doubts she quickly dismissed
She knew she would never see her
So she felt to defy fate
At the mouth of the Anduin
They did wait
Loswen raced to meet them
Alas, she was slowed
The weather was against her
Well the future did not bode
A storm akin to that of Amroth and Nimrodel
Came upon them in the night
Glindin made to dive over the side
She was restrained, she did fight
Away they were borne
By the wind that spited them
By the rain fell on them
By the waves that pulled them
She arrived too late
As she saw the rope
She beheld what had occurred
And she lost all hope
She ventured to mountains
She found a snow drift
She laid down silently
And there she still lies
Frozen for all time
*I know Arwen isn't an elf, but she'd still appear as one, so oh, well