Bitter Valentine's Day Poetry Challenge

Fëanor Challenged

1. The Challenge of Fëanor

For craft of hand thou carest not -
Jewels fine cut, metals wrought.
My skill renowned: worth naught
To thine appraising eyes, cool thought.

"A hair!" thou laughest, mocking-wise.
"The growing thing, source-severed, dies!
I am no stone in maiden guise
To shape and set and keep and prize.

"Sooner bid the stars to set
Or capture Treelight in a net
And put it in an amulet
Than bid me my despite forget."

Fair Pride, how mightst thou change thy song
If I, by art and labour long,
With nets no less than fire and tong,
Should bend my skill
                         to prove thee wrong?

This is a work of fan fiction, written because the author has an abiding love for the works of J R R Tolkien. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema, except for certain original characters who belong to the author of the said work. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for presenting the work on this archive site. The work is the intellectual property of the author, is available solely for the enjoyment of Henneth Annûn Story Archive readers, and may not be copied or redistributed by any means without the explicit written consent of the author.


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Author: Stultiloquentia

Status: General

Completion: Complete

Rating: General

Last Updated: 04/21/05

Original Post: 02/18/03

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