Maedhros of Bergerac by Dilly

Maedhros of Bergerac

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Maglor, shocked:

Huh ? How ? Is it even possible...?

 

Maedhros, with a bitter laugh:

What, That I loved...?

(Tone becomes more serious.)

I love.

 

Maglor:

And can I know ? Will you tell me a name ?

 

Maedhros:

Who I love ? Think and listen, 'tis my shame

This dream of love despite ungainliness,

This half-hour arm that bars me from bliss;

Oh, I cannot but love him - I am his !

The closest one to perfection there is !

 

Maglor: 

The most beautiful ?

 

Maedhros:

Among all souls, quite clearly !

The brightest, the best, the purest...

(With emphasis.)

The most valiant !

 

Maglor: 

Ah! My goodness, who is this man ?

 

Maedhros:

A danger

Fatal without trying, exquisite without thought.

A rain storm and a serenade, tender and soft

Which steals my heart and renders me quite powerless !

Who would have known that even his smile is blessed ?

He exudes grace, holds it in the palms of his hands,

He could quiet the Gods with a single command !

And Ungoliant the monster could never know,

Nor Varda in her glory with stars all aglow,

How my heart sped when he rode through old Tirion !

 

Maglor:

By Eru ! I see, it is clear !

 

Maedhros:

It is so.

 

Maglor:

Nolofinwion, our cousin !

 

Maedhros:

Yes, Findekano.

 

Maglor: 

Oh ! This is perfect ! Pray, tell him of your love !

He already thinks you were sent from above !

 

Maedhros:

Look at me, dear brother, and tell me what hope

Have I of an end where I'm not left to mope ?

Who would I be fooling to think dreams come true ?

Oh, sometimes I lose myself in skies of blue ;

I wonder for hours in perfumed gardens ;

Free from painful memories and their burdens.

In April, this silvered scene catches my sight :

A thoughtful Lady on the arm of a Knight

Musing as they walk with soft steps 'neath the pines,

Would that he were the Knight and that arm were mine !

I dream, I forget, then I suddenly see

My stump in the shadow reflected at me !