Tol-in-Gaurhoth

[dawn_felagund]

Beren, Finrod Felagund, and their companions are taken the captives of Sauron, and the dark history of the Noldor once again proves their downfall.

Softly in the gloom they heard the birds
Singing afar in Nargothrond,
The sighting of the Sea beyond,
Beyond the western world, on sand,
On sand of pearls on Elvenland.
Then in the doom gathered; darkness growing
In Valinor, the red blood flowing
Beside the Sea, where the Noldor slew
The Foamriders, and stealing drew
Their white ships with their white sails
From lamplit havens. The wind wails,
The wolf howls. The ravens flee.
The ice mutters in the mouths of the Sea.
The captives sad in Angband mourn.
Thunder rumbles, the fires burn--
And Finrod fell before the throne.

"Of Beren and Lúthien"

Comments

[heartofoshun.livejournal.com]

Can never bear to read this--it is just too sad. There has to be something wrong with me that I am such a wimp and just keep focusing on this material. Finrod has been trying to sneak into my latest chapter of my Fingon/Maedhros novella in a HAPPY/humorous way. (That’s it. I must be writing the sunshiny version.)

[dawn_felagund]

I well up to read this poem too ... it's heartbreaking. And my hair stands on end at the next part when the eyes are kindled in the dark and a werewolf devours the companions, one by one. I think it's that word companions. Eru. I shiver and bawl ... my poor Finrod. *pets*

Also, you seem to have a problem with First Age Elves invading your stories, don't you? I have the same problem, though I find it amusing to see which Elf is demanding the cameo du jour in one of your stories! :^D