A recollection of thoughts about Celegorm. Part three.
Disclamor: Belongs to Tolkien
Well-spoken, yet hasty.
Your anger rose the fastest.
Most hated of all brothers.
You were less understood, Celegorm.
They would listen to you,
They would follow your words.
You were able to lock
Others in a trance by your speech.
Most beloved of Orome,
A well learned hunter.
A mighty hound was gifted to you,
A faithful companion he was.
Lustful you were yet,
Taking the Luthien for your own.
Haun would betray.
Disowned you were then.
A fire of corruption grew in you.
You held to oath close.
I t led to your death
By the hands of Dior Eluchil.