Vain Songs, The: 17. Lords: XV

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17. Lords: XV

So come one, come all!
Hold hands in joyful reunion! Eat! Drink!

Be merry.

And converge, Elves, around fell Fire,
just as you do in a harvest dance.
Close in! close in! Set your siege, and shout
How glorious the Noldor are!

to redraw Beleriand with Finwë's bloodlines.

The evil one is cowered, and Day
is come! Ah, princes. Ah, Fingolfin.
The war trump is glorious indeed.

Shall we name you, then,
just to drive home the point
of how many lords
a single family can produce
(and how many times over Morgoth will laugh
at future meetings,
their poison-kissed soirées
of bloodlust and pride)?

Turgon of Nevrast, sea-lover, from whom
shall spring forth the star of the world,
and people like that. Turgon, who can
bear to be alone. You of the intense eyes,
and immense cleverness.
Your sister Aredhel goes where you go.

Eventually, her ladyship will rule
one square patch of dark garden and a
shadowed child's mind.
Lovely, mannish Aredhel.

Our youngest great lord, you, sun-like Finrod,
who brook the enmity of not one sapient creature
in the world, take light into the mines.
You find a jewel for a city.

Now you are Felagund,
Lord of Caves. (A pleasant irrelevance, of course.
Finrod could be Lord of anything he liked.)

Your sister, lithe, golden,
with thoughts like knives, goes visiting, discovering
the family proclivity for kissing cousins
within herself. For Galadriel loves
distant Celeborn, he who learns her speech, and mayhap
her mind. Both, for the most, in secret.

There were once two trees like them.

From the northern slopes of Dorthonion, Angrod and Aegnor
pass the time by looking to the plains
of Ard-Galen, counting heads in their fiefdom,
and falling in love with utterly unsuitable,
argumentative mortal maidens.

One of their sons holds Minas Tirith, the Tower of Guard.
His name is Orodreth,
and he is weak.

Eldest great lord, High King Fingolfin, holds Hithlum
of the hardy, Hithlum-hated-of-orcs, fair land of
silence and snow, gem of white brows,
quiet, gleaming Hisilómë.

Now, East Beleriand. That
is hunted upon
by five magnificent young warriors,
Amrod, Amras, alike in mood and face,
Celegorm the Hasty in Himlad, aided
all in all by Curufin called Crafty, though
'tis another brother's cleverness that brings in the gold
from Thargelion, hold of Caranthir, the dark-tempered.

The bard Maglor, golden of voice,
sounds the hills alive
from a gap in Gelion's arms,
Maglor, gentlest spirit ever to dwell in the body
of a kinslayer.

Eight princes, two ladies, two great overlords,
yet two remain untold, commanders and princes -
why so?

Simple. For as we speak, Lord Fingon
of Dor-lómin, and Lord Maedhros of mighty Himring,
in a rare moment of irresponsibility,
have forgotten the council, forgotten dinner, forgotten
their very names,

as each reads his fate all over again,
shining in the other's eyes.

-----------To Mouse, with a free crate of Therb, because she grooves. ;)

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.

Story Information

Author: Ëarmírë

Status: Reviewed

Completion: Work in Progress

Era: 1st Age

Genre: Poetry

Rating: Adult

Last Updated: 07/14/04

Original Post: 08/02/03

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