[melodramatic voice] Alas, I am forced to use the dreaded ^'s to get the
spacing to work right for this poem! [/melodramatic voice] So, anyways. A
lament of Elrond as he watches his beloved twin sail away to Numenor.
*grins*
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O brother mine, what drove you to this choice?
^^^^^^That you will die, and I live on through age?
Now hear, Elros, and listen to my voice!
^^^^^^The glory of your chosen race shall fade.
But still you sail away to Numenor.
Will you not tarry here a moment more?
^^^^^^Sailing, sailing away across the sea.
Am I to see you, brother, nevermore?
^^^^^^Above your raven head the white gulls wing.
The confines of this world have loosed their bands
On you. I must go to immortal lands.
^^^^^^Elrond Earendillion!
^^^^^^Man tyares na atan?
^^^^^^^^^^^^Nar Eldar man ve.
^^^^^^^^^^^^Masse pellye re?
^^^^^^Masse milyalye an?
Elros, you know that the future I see.
^^^^^^To me has been granted this mighty gift.
And only now I tell what was shown me.
^^^^^^After the reign of the king that takes fifth*
A title in the tongue of Numenor
The great island-kingdom will be no more.
^^^^^^So turn back, sail back, come back to your home
Ere on spirits' wings, brother, your soul soars.
^^^^^^But still you sail on through the high waves' foam
And I am left, standing on shores behind
And never rest shall my Eldar heart find.
^^^^^^Elros Earendillion!
^^^^^^Man tyares na atan?
^^^^^^^^^^^^Nar Eldar man ve
^^^^^^^^^^^^Masse pellye re?
^^^^^^Masse ve milyalye an?
The foresight that I have tells also this:
^^^^^^The island will sink deep into the sea.
A great evil shall come to create this,
^^^^^^And from Numenor it shall come to me.
Do you wish to doom your brother's race?
We shall all be wiped off this earth's face.
^^^^^^You sail away to doom-ed Numenor.
Far beyond the shores whose sands I now pace.
^^^^^^Am I to lose he whom I have lived for?
The Valar have created Numenor
And by their hand it shall become no more.
^^^^^^Elros Earendillion!
^^^^^^Man tyares na atan?
^^^^^^^^^^^^Nar Eldar man ve
^^^^^^^^^^^^Masse pellye re?
^^^^^^Masse ve milyalye an?
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*Ar-Phwhatever was the 6th king to take a title in the Numenorian tongue.
See, if it didn't have the little ^ thingers, it wouldn't make any sense
because it'd all be along one side. See?
Pearl: Really? I HATE that poem...with a vengeance! I wrote it really
late at night and I wasn't thinking straight. But I'm glad you like it!
Namarie,
Mac