Hithranwe, Son of Gelmir
A poem written about an original LOTR character. His journey from the time of the kin slaying to his arrival in the halls of Mandos.
An ancient warrior there was of old,
Whose path before him did unfold.
A child once in warm embrace
Now an exile left in disgrace.
In Feanor's war he was entangled
Teleri kin his wrath did strangle.
And with his sword he cleaved through bone
The last one standing was he alone.
On far shores his feet did touch
The ground of Arda, green and lush.
In his hand still clung his sword
Lustful for adventures' lore.
For an age he wondered still
O'er raging river and silent hill
'Til beneath the stars he found
Wrapped in twilights silver shroud
A maiden fair who danced and sang
Her hair it shone like golden rain.
At this creature's feet he fell
Enchanted by her peaceful spell
Teleri was her Elven race
His past she read upon his face.
Yet somewhere deep inside her heart
She knew that they would never part
Though his past was wrought in pain
Her distant kin he once had slain.
In this maiden's eyes there dwelt
a peace that long ago he'd felt
But with sword drawn he did not take
This chance he now would not forsake.
So with her did he long abide,
And took her as his Elven bride.
And peace was felt throughout their home
A love that he had seldom known.
Then born to them a daughter fair
With mother's beauty and father's hair.
A kiss of joy to her he gave
And turned in sunlight's golden rays.
A last farewell he bid his wife
By river's bed he gave his life.
Dwelling now in Mandos' halls
Deep within the darkened walls.
Waiting patiently for the day
When the Gods will come to say
'The time has come; your debt's repaid,
Against the kindred you once betrayed.'