Lullaby For The Dior Twins by Fernstrike

Fanwork Information

Summary:

A poem about Eluréd and Elurín's tragic fate.

Major Characters: Eluréd, Elurín

Major Relationships:

Artwork Type: No artwork type listed

Genre: Poetry

Challenges:

Rating: General

Warnings: Character Death
Chapters: 1 Word Count: 441
Posted on 9 February 2017 Updated on 9 February 2017

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Lullaby For The Dior Twins

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The woods are lovely -

Dark, deep -

Made for home,

And made for sleep.

Rest your head on dewy grass,

Rest beneath the silver stars.

 

Do not heed the vicious cry.

Do not dream of days gone by -

Little life that you may know,

All the tales of long ago -

 

Shut your ears and rest your head.

Take the forest for your bed.

Do not heed the hunger pangs.

Do not heed the boughs like fangs,

Arching high above your head.

There are far worse things to dread.

 

The woods are quiet -

Dark with drear -

Filled with pain and filled with fear.

Rest your head because you must.

Rest within the arms you trust.

 

Do not heed the dizzy brawl.

Do not heed the voice that calls.

Lie ensconced upon the earth;

End what followed your own birth.

 

Shut your eyes and say a prayer.

Know that they will meet you there.

Dream of lands you once did know;

Dream of life, so long ago.

 

The woods are silent -

Dark, deep.

Little elflings, go to sleep.

Chapter End Notes

I'm not sure where this idea came from, nor what it really is. It very much struck me minutes before I fell asleep. Regardless, I hope you've enjoyed it.

Thank you for reading!

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I got a kick out of your poem. I like the theft of the beginning lines from Robert Frost, I also like the echo of the tales, poems, and songs I heard as a child of babes lost in the words. I remember my grandmother singing a couple of versions to my siblings and me and making us cry and then as soon as she finished we would all shriek: "Sing it again! Sing it again!" It is definitely a time-worn and timeless theme. This version reads nicely.

Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it! Yes, I do love the imagery of Frost's words, and all the various ways you could spin the idea of woods being "dark and deep". That's amazing that your grandmother sang such tales to you. I can only imagine how wonderful it would be to hear such stories and verses as they should be heard - from one person to another, like myths shared around a fireplace. It really does go back time immemorial. I'm glad my piece could evoke some of that imagery for you! Thanks again for reading :)