Disclaimer: Obviously I do not own anything even remotely RELATED to Tolkien, nor am I affiliated in any way with him or his family, darn it. Of course, due to his genius (and my lack of it), I am borrowing his idea.
AN: As I mentioned before, I dedicate this to Finch, whose story Under the Curse is one of the absolute best I have ever read. Go read! Go read! Shoo, shoo! What's the use in reading this little thing? Huh? You're still here? Well, in that case, I had better shut up and let you continue. Oh, and if you can make any sense out of what I'm saying, you're better off than I am.
Encoi
Unnumbered tears shall fall
A price yet to be paid
Follow the voice to Mandos' halls
And wait 'til end of days
A judgment passed; an oath forsook
The pages of an open book
A time stands still; now shadows pass
What lies beyond the shattered glass?
Ages fly by as memories
People come and people go
Thou cannot find the remedy
And where it is shall no one know
The hidden truth; a pack of lies
You will not face what you despise
A yawning gate; a shadowy door
Come hither, sons of Feanor
Redeem yourselves ere dawning breaks
The bond you had has no more claim
Repent before it is too late
Or have you weakened in your shame?
Future unknown; a shining light
A call to those who fell from might
Revive the hope; forget the past
If forgiveness you seek, you need only ask
Just ask......
Auta i lome, ar aure entuluva.