Maglor Macalaure Canafinwe
His hair was fine, thick, and dark
like his father's, though more a keen
dark brown than a black stark
reflecting a light of faint russet sheen
that presents a touch of his mother.
Her features show in his gentle face
and the blue-gray storm brewing in his eyes
although his fair complexion with a trace
of pale gold lighting belonged to his father,
and with none of his mother's earthly freckles
adorning the near likeness he had of her face.
Tall and sturdy was his graceful form
though not quite reaching the height of his father.
His fingers long and nimble when they perform
with the skill and delicacy of his paternal grandmother
when they plucked the strings of his golden harp
with the passion and vigor the burns in his father
and like his voice, that can be strong and sharp
grows gentle and lilting, the soothing tone of his mother.
With more a talent for song, powerful and luring,
his voice rivals with his father's (and the Ainur's) stirring.
His mood and temperament was often calmer and wise,
farsighted and patient, independent like his mother
though in times of rage and pride does he realize
the possessive obsessions he bears
with shame from his father.