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1. Song of Azaghal

The Song of Azaghal By Deaghaidh The moon was young, the mountains tall Over great Gabilgathol Of the wide land of Beleriand The Mountains Blue, the eastern wall There Azaghal, the Naugrim lord Had his vast and mighty hoard In the shadow of Mount Dolmed He rested his mighty helmed head There with many a haughty elf He feasted late, and drank to health Of Morgoth’s foes, whose hurts and woes He wept in great deep dirges slow There made he with fierce Feanor’s sons A pact, that as rain off Dolmed runs With Noldor he would at Angbands door Make his league and lay siege secure Then Telchar wrought, and Azaghal sought His arms of war, which then he brought He summoned to him the stern Naugrim To Angband under Thangorodrim They marched into the land of ash Where few had come, and none had passed To where Maedhros, son of Feanor Looked to fulfill his oath at last They marched, dwarves and elves and men In league that never would be again To the later year’s unnumbered tears To war and many warrior’s end Forth issued orcs in endless hordes Still they fell before the Free Lords But the Shadow had worse servants Than goblins Dwarves had seen before Then came the worm to the attack The evil Glaurung the black And he lead, to their great dread A flight of dragons at his back Then scattered was the eastern host And many a warrior gone to ghost But last of all stood the shield wall The Dwarves who did not yield at all Their mail was proof against his fire Their visors saved them from the ire Of Glaurungs eye, deceiver's pride They humbled by fleeing not his fire About the wyrm they made a ring Of axes sharp and spear-tips keen At bay they held him as the day Gave out and sun was westering But like a thunderbolt out shot The tail of beast, a lightning bolt And felled was mighty Azaghal The dragon turned to him to gloat But Azaghal who dieing lay Summoned to him all his rage And sank his blade all of the way Into the dragons underbelly Then leapt the dragon away To hide in a hole and nurse his pain And after him flew his dragon brood And peace there came at end of day His kin lifted up Azaghal And they began a slow sad call They began a song of the worm gone And of their mighty lord’s fall In slow steps the bore him home To his mansion great beneath stone They shadow they paid no heed at all And bore him to Gabilgathol Now world is changed, and moon is old The mountains blue are gray and cold Still remembered are Gabilgathol And her great Lord Azaghal

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: Deaghaidh

Status: General

Completion: Complete

Era: 1st Age

Genre: Poetry

Rating: General

Last Updated: 02/23/05

Original Post: 02/23/05

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