A/N: This poem is remembering the events of the First Age, when the world of Middle-Earth was young.

Remembrance of Ages Past

I watch the stars wheel in the sky,
Menelmacar is burning bright,
And my mind flies free to Ages past,
To Valinor, where the Elf-halls last.

I think of the Two Trees long since dead,
Of Morgoth with iron crown on his head,
And Fëanor who wrought the gems,
Who at Alqualondë slayed his kin.

I remember the Noldor banished from light,
Who in Middle-Earth must battle night,
And I think again of the coming of Man,
And the Ring of Power on Sauron's hand.

My mind strays ever into the West,
And to the White Shores past Man's net,
And the task that Beren had to get done,
He from Morgoth a Silmaril won.

I bring myself back through thought and time,
To tasks that no longer have reason or rhyme,
But I always remember the times far gone,
And the trials that held the great ones long.