Author´s note:

Hi there!

I know it has been a while since I continued this, but here´s another chapter to this tiny and stumbling approach of creating poems about the Silmarillion. So here we go, the Elves have awoken and now they meet Orome, the Great Hunter of Valinor. Hope you enjoy this. Please drop a review, will you?

The Rider

Again it´s night, splendid and fair

My spirit´s caught in times gone by

It´s taken to these places where

The roots of Elvendom do lie.

I see their shapes in silver light

Their hair, their faces, all so fair

They have awoken in the night

With stumbling praise they´re now aware

Of their own lives as they were made

And plannéd all since time had come

And still their power´s far to fade

Like little children they claim their home.

They sing amidst the silver rays

Of glist´ning stars the Firstborn dwell

In ancient times, ere rise of days

In times of which this dream does tell.

But evil creatures creep nearby

Their fangs and claws are oft´ their fate

And now and then an Elf would die

Slain by the dark One´s creatures´ hate

And so the Firstborn dwell in fear

And fearsome is their splendid song

And mournful calls now reach my ear

When evil powers would get strong

The Elven maiden´s joyful tone

Their melodies amidst the rays

Will sometimes mingle with a woe

So full of mourn, ere rise of days.

But lo, alas, a rider´s come

Is carried by a mighty steed

He is a God from Elvendom

Who doesn´t know of Elven need.

The mighty sound of neigh and horn

Rings now amidst the nightly leaves

And full of fear and so forelorn

The Elves do hide amidst the trees

And full of wonder they behold

A fiery steed his master bears

A Valar is he, a spirit old

And full of pride his head he bears.

His eyes are fierce, his figure tall

His stallion bolds, under his hoofs

The earth does shake, the en´mies fall

Under his arrows and the hoofs.

He sends a call to heaven´s dome

Nahar, his beast, neighs full of might

His horn´s blast shakes the dark one´s throne

But then his stallion in this night

Then sences other beings there

And he stands still. His rider sees

Now fearful faces, faces fair

Of those that hide among the trees.

Behold, I see the Valar´s eyes

Ablaze in wonder, sees in rest

That here the Firstborns´ cradle lies

Of whom was spoken in the West.

The Firstborn whom the One has made

Up in his mind ere Eru´s will

Was yet unfolded, and their fate

is hidden from the half-gods still.

Don´t fear, he tells them and they stare

And wonder takes them, they behold

This mighty hunter standing there.

They know he comes from gods of old.

And he would lead them through the night

In wonder they would follow down

His white steed´s hoofs, his eyes´ fierce light

Now that their fear has been thrown down.

And so the Eldar walk these lands

And leave the place where they awoke

And so do I who understands

This is a tale that someone spoke

Whose mind has rested in these days

And who now tells it down on me

Who in his mind saw silver rays

Of stars and moon ere rise of days.