Alas for the Noldor
Alas for the Noldor, alas for the Oath of Fëanor, son of Finwë!
He had no knowledge of the horror that would result when his Oath he did say
If only he had known, perhaps he would have made a different choice that day
Alas also for the seven Fëanorions, who joined him straight away
Maybe had they not all sworn that Oath, many things would have gone another way
So begins the tragedy of the fall of the Noldor, the Noldolantë
Alas for the Noldor, alas for the Oath of Fëanor Curufinwë!
Seven sons had Fëanor, and the Oath was taken by all
Eldest of the Fëanorions was Maitimo, the Tall
He was followed by Makalaurë, whose voice could enthrall
Celegorm the Cruel was slain by Dior in Menegroth's hall
Caranthir and Curufin also in Doriath did fall
The young twins Amrod and Amras, they also answered his call
Fëanor had seven sons, and his Oath was taken by all
They made an Oath to retrieve the gems that Varda did hallow
The bright Silmarils their light is now tainted by sorrow
The Light of Trees, lives now only in the Silmarils glow
And when Fëanor made his Oath, his sons they did follow
In the first of the three Kinslayings that the Elves would know
They attacked Alqualondë; they made Eldarin blood flow
They swore an Oath to retrieve the gems that Varda did hallow
The Silmarils were scattered, and now rest where it was foretold they would lie
One in the Earth, one in the Sea, and one on Eärendil's brow in the Sky
When Maitimo attacked Sirion, with hers the Lady Elwing did fly
And Makalaurë the Singer, he threw his into the Sea with a cry
Maitimo jumped, and the Earth swallowed him and his Silmaril with a sigh
Such is the fate of the Silmarils, for which so very many did die
The Silmarils are scattered, and now rest where it was foretold they would lie
This tale and these deeds are all told in Makalaurë's song
In the Noldolantë, which mourns the way it all went wrong
Now Makalaurë walks the shores, with nowhere to belong
Wanders ever, far from the home for which he always shall long
Grieves for his deeds and his family as he walks along
He's the last of the Fëanorions, once seven strong
Their tale and their deeds are all told in Makalaurë's song
The sons of Fëanor swore that Oath without a second thought
Calling endless darkness upon them if they kept it not
Such utter terror and misery was by that choice brought
As ever and always the Silmarils the brethren sought
And for those gems many a bloody battle they fought
Such anger havoc and destruct ion were by that Oath wrought
The Fëanorions swore that Oath without a second thought
Alas for the Noldor, alas for the Oath of Fëanor, son of Finwë!
He had no knowledge of the horror that would result when his Oath he did say
If only he had known, perhaps he would have made a different choice that day
Alas also for the seven Fëanorions, who joined him straight away
Maybe had they not all sworn that Oath, many things would have gone another way
And thus was the tragedy of the fall of the Noldor, the Noldolantë
Alas for the Noldor, alas for the Oath of Fëanor Curufinwë!