Disclaimer: None of the persons or places of Middle-earth belongs to me.
I wrote this when being really frustrated, because there is a certain Maeglin Plotbunny that demands to me to write, or better to finish a poem about him. I was not able to, not yet at least… but I will have to finish, or it will not stop tormenting me. And please believe me, that poem is really bad. And yet, from darkness came something positive… another bunny that is much more friendly than that of the traitor and made me write this poem…
The first verse is an excerpt of the Maeglin-poem, and to this the following verses refer. Maybe some of you might feel with me…
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Until one night light came anew:
A lady walked with starry hue
All left alone through wood and dell.
She sought the road that she had lost
And paid for this with a high cost:
Aredhel, white lady, dark of hair
Was seen amidst the trees of Eol´s lair.
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I am not satisfied with this at all
My gruesome verses, they would even cause
The walls of Gondolin to crumble down and fall.
Or in enemy´s hands this poem could be well
Be used as kind of torment fell.
When read aloud to ears
Of men once proud, strong warriors fierce
They would cower down in fear and woe
And curse darkly the poet who
Had brought this upon them with her words
That were more painful even than the swords
Of orcs or wrathful easterlings
Betraying mighty elven kings
To death or torment such as this.
If this poem had been known by the foe in years of yore,
Before Beren had come, before
The kings of Nargothrond and Gondolin did fall
The North would echo far the calls
Of enemies of light and bliss
And lovers would not share one kiss,
For Beren would not walk his path of fate
And his way would not lead through the gate
Of Angband, for he would be lost
In regions cold, in deathly frost
That would cover all the lands
Laying barren under Morgoth´s hands.
The Silmaril had not been won
From dark halls and Morgoth´s iron crown
And no sailor would set sail
To find the West and to seek hail.
With the shining gem upon his brow
He would not turn his white ship´s prow
To beg pardon for elves and men
Who laboured long and hid now
After fruitless wars in wood and fen.
The Host of the Valar had not come
To Beleriand and had not fought
The War of Wrath to rid the land
Of Morgoth´s forces who had sought
To destroy all light and loveliness
And all things good and all those blessed.
This all had happened, had there been
That poem leading to horrors unseen
Maybe even in our modern world today.
But luckily it wasn´t so
And we all were spared a lot of woe.
And now there´s one last thing to say:
Please don´t take me seriously!
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Okay… I feel better now…
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