A poem on the twin sons of Feanor, Amrod and Amras. The final part.

Disclamour: I own nothing.


Well-known you were not,

You both stayed from the light.

Enjoing each other's company,

That was all you needed.

Spending your time in the woods,

Great hunters you have become.

Amras, Amrod, you were always together.

Alike in face and spirit.

Not much in known of you two.

Tulvufinwe, small son of Feanor.

Pityafinwe, last son of Feanor.

You always followed your older brothers.

Not often did you go north,

Far did you ride,

In your fair, but wild lands.

Hunting and wondering.

You followed your brothers into this oath.

You died together

Much like you lived together,

In the attack of Sirion.