Tar-Anárion
S.A. 1003 - 1404, aged 401
Transcribed by Eäron

Behold the red fruit
Yavannamírë falling
To sleep by deep roots.

Tar-Anárion's death poem is remarkably peaceful despite the scourge of maternal watchfulness blighting his early life and reign. Perhaps he believed he would not be joining Ancalimë in the afterlife. He does not invoke his name, "child of the sun," in accordance with tradition, and his point of view contrasts with his grandfather's in being distinctly local. Anárion's poem reveals that he was not eaten up with sea-longing or much affected by the larger happenings of Arda. His reign takes up little space in the chronicles and his estimation of his own person seems of little consequence. Indeed, he finds his imagery in the orchard, perhaps among the fruit trees of his own garden, but that is all.