At Losgar: 1. I

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1. I

There is nothing left:
tags of scorched metal, ash
melting with the sand;

we could journey miles
along this beach
and find no thing of use,
no wood to build
or burn,

only the accusation of the long sea,
and the cries that seem to follow,
as if each wind
that ever filled the sails
now rose again –

O, my brother,
pity our father,
who lit the ships
as though they were white candles
placed around his bed
against the dark;

pity him, and fear him,
for he is in our charge
and we in his,
and the fire of his soul
has not been spent
in this.

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: Wild Iris

Status: Reviewed

Completion: Complete

Era: 1st Age

Genre: Poetry

Rating: General

Last Updated: 06/11/04

Original Post: 06/01/04

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