Vengeance: the loathing of a petty-dwarf, a poem
Vengeance: the loathing of a petty-dwarf, a poem.
Disclaimer: Tolkien created The Children of Hûrin, not I. Mîm is not mine.
All the hate within the rocks,
All malice within the mountain,
Take heed,
I wield thee,
I claim thee mine,
All ye elven kings of old,
And all ye bowmen of the distant realms,
Listen, hush,
For I will have your blood.
As you rise with the Sun,
The forest may heal you,
Though leaves can be broken,
And mountains will steal you,
Steal thee, and crush thy soul,
From bald peak to foundation,
I humbly beseech you,
Cursed, treacherous, fool-hearted elf…