AN: More poetry, because my sister is bribing me. This is an (unfinished) ode to her character Úrlaurwë Iâennil who, as of yet, does not have a story posted here but is present in many others. Quick info that may be useful in understanding the poem and won't spoil anything, Úrlaurwë means, directly translated, "golden-heat-person" and Iâennil means, also directly translated, "abyss-towards-lady") Other tidbits, she was born in Gondolin (duh), Glorfindel is her father and that's about all I can tell you. Oh, and Airedhiel is her aunt but that's not really important right now.
Lady of the Golden Flower
A golden maid with copper hair
And starlight in her eyes
Was born in Gondolin the fair
Beneath the darkening skies
Her laughter rang like silver bells
Through halls of well carved stone,
And down into the deepest wells
Where starlight never shone.
She waited on the city walls
For the first light of dawn.
And silence in the elven halls
Endured while Sun was gone
Before Vása could raise her head
A deep red glow was seen;
As though the blood from thousands dead
Had flown from Mountain's stream
An army marched through hidden ways
And with their torches cruel
Set the waking forest ablaze
And dirtied stream and pool
Of Twelve houses, ten only fought
Against our greatest foe
And all the horrors he had wrought
To bring Ondolindë to woe
The valiant died before the gates
As one by one they fell
And Tuor led us to the straights
To flee that bloody hell
Upon those cliffs Úrlaurwë died
And Iâennil rose
Full of wrath and dangerous pride
Towards the Abyss she goes
Her golden light, though dimmed with blood
Shines ever in the gloom
As she holds back the darkling flood
And saves us from our doom
Oh Lady of the Golden Flower
May your sword never fail!
Evil flees before your power
The Ñoldoli prevail!
AN: Oh, also, Vása is a name the Noldor gave to the Sun.