Disclaimer: In what bizarre alternate universe would I actually be able a) own The Silmarillion and/or b) make any sort of money off fanfiction? If you know of one, please give me directions on how to get there. I could use the cash.
A/N: I'm now taking requests (note: Melkie, this does not mean I will take a request from you to stop writing) so if you want a haiku about something specific and can't find anyone better at them, please, by all means tell me. Thanks again for the reviews. I love you all! Oh, I'm cheating a bit and counting fire as two syllables this time (it was one in previous postings) consider it poetic license and desperation.
Maglor
Second son, first bard
Cast Silmaril to the Sea
Condemned to wander
Caranthir
My personal muse
Dark hair and temper to match
Ruled Thargelion
Morquendi
The unwilling ones
Never to see Trees of Light
Elves left in Darkness
Huan
Hound of Valinor
Spoke thrice before his demise
Slain by greatest wolf
Telvildo
Twisted prince of cats
Kept Beren as kitchen slave
Later abandoned
Laurelin
Younger golden tree
Waxes and wanes in twelve hours
Gave birth to the sun
Lúthien
Hair dark as the night
Daughter of Mia and Elf
None like her again
Palantir
Made by Fëanor
Rescued from Numenor's pride
Seven seeing stones
Balrogs
Fëanor's killer
Corrupt spirits of fire
The demons of might
Cuiviénen
Hidden star lit lake
Waters of Awakening
Found by Oromë
Elendil
Tall and faithful man
Elf-friend or a star-lover
Marched with Gil-galad