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Note: This was originally written for my English class (as mentioned before), and revised so that it didn't sound as weird…not that it helped much…. Thanks to all who reviewed!
In Istari
(The Wise Ones)
The Third Age found these few Maiar –
Pallando, Radagast, and Alatar –
in a place from Valinor far
Alone, in lands by violence scarred.
The Ithryn Luin went to the East
and battled many a po'erful beast
But now they may well be deceased
For this is where their tale does cease.
And with them Curumo, too, had gone,
But he returned to the Western dawn
and over time he did go on
to become the far-famed Saruman.
Radagast, the Brown, the Fool,
was in the end an unfortunate tool;
Caught inside a deadly duel
'twixt Istari in a world so cruel –
A world created by the Ainur
under direction of a hand so sure –
Of Ilúvatar, the One, the pure,
Eru, to whom the very fur
of every beast no doubt belongs
for it was He who wrote the songs
that brought forth from the blackness throngs
of followers who spent ages long
working to Arda's making.
Through this world of chaos breaking
strode one who could set Goblins quaking
in their boots, their thick knees shaking
at the very mention of his Elven sword –
Glamdring, by the ancients forged
to cut through many a beastly horde
and emerge victorious, a thing of lore.
Olórin was he, who carried the blade
by which the Goblin King to rest was laid,
But better known to those who made
the Silmarils as the Pilgrim Grey –
Mithrandir, who wandered far
and spent many nights beneath the stars;
And 'neath his robes he bore the scars
of battles best witnessed from afar.
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