Another poem devoted to Glorfindel. Thanks so much for the comments. Yes, Glorfindel means golden locks/hair. And yes, I'm not happy that Arwen replaced him in the movie.
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Sweet son of Immortals
Lord of the Firstborn
Chief of the House of Golden Flower
Brought from the mighty halls of Mandos
To return and bind thyself to thy Lord's line
Fairest child, ageless being
The gold of thy hair reflects thy spirit within
Golden and illuminate, it cannot be dimmed
Hero of fallen Gondolin
Does anyone truly know thy heart?
Can they truly see what thou is?
Can they see they tears thou hides?
For things lost?
For the fall of everything to darkness?
For the weight of ages upon thy shoulders?
They do not see you up at night
Sitting upon your window sill
Gazing at the stars
Wishing, for what?
To be free of the burden thou bears?
To return to the Halls of Mandos?
To sever those lingering bonds to Arda?
Sweet Elf lord
How much grief do you hide?
With your delicate eyes that reveal so much
And yet so little
Your sweet lips, which tell of so much
But never really says
The songs that come from thy golden throat?
They only speak of that façade you hide within
Golden, warm, sweet to the ear and heart
Yet so very empty
What of thy face?
It is as empty as a mask
Yet so full, with youth you do not have
Joy, which is not really there
Wisdom, which chains you
Oh, golden hero
Can you not see?
You're dying inside
A piece every day
While you smile and laugh as if nothing is amiss
Your lord sees, why can you not?
Because you are afraid to look within
And see what is left?