The Life of Glamdring by Nienna

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Hidden and Buried Deep

This is from the perspective of a highly anthropomorphised Glamdring.

I was originally going to make it all the way to Gandalf's departure to Aman(presumably with Glamdring), but I got carried away and never left Gondolin. I am hoping to continue this timeline to make it there.

 

Part of my depiction of Gondolin is inspired by a line from a poem by Lingwiloke, Black and White. Here is a link: http://www.silmarillionwritersguild.org/archive/home/viewstory.php?sid=3157

"A frigid city, frozen in time,

your people never truly left the ice behind."

"Swiftly flow the days" is taken from the song Sunrise Sunset, which is from Fiddler on the Roof. I was also inspired by the song Mirror, Mirror(by Blind Guardian.) It is about the creation of Gondolin,and many parts of it inspired this poem. 

I believe that is all the credit/explanation necessary.

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In Gondolin in days of old

Always at the king's side

Tucked between the mountains tall

 

Held by one christened wise

He guarded us well, ever watchful gaze

Of Turgon I thought only with pride

 

Gondolin the beautiful, lit with golden haze

Oh, how I love my home

As the peaceful years go by, swiftly flow the days

 

Unnumbered Tears later it was called

As I was pulled for the first time into war

And before me many Orcs did fall

 

An instrument of destruction, though wielded with valor

I had almost forgotten my purpose

And now... I wish I could go back, to the days before

 

Now in Gondolin, Turgon seemed remorseless

For the many lives that had been lost

And his eternally watchful gaze failed to see

Maeglin crumbling, all of us crumbling

 

The years go by, peaceful as ever, but with a touch of frost

Frigid city; trapped within a world of fire

I know the end draws ever closer; the cards have been tossed

 

Has Gondolin changed, or have I; from the events that did transpire?

Our once golden city has grown distant and cold

As I listen to the dissonant lyre

 

And as Morgoth's armies came

As Turgon wielded me for the last time

As Gondolin's crumbling walls came down

Crushing beloved Turgon

In their wake

 

Maybe we brought about our fall ourselves; for we let the sorrow take hold

And we did the only thing we've ever done, to hide and to bury it deep

And when the long delayed destruction came at last

At least we held out the longest.

 

All I could think of were the lives we lived, the things we've done

So much has changed in this city, who's ruins I now look upon

Despite all that has transpired, both the bitter and the beautiful, still I say this.

Forever my heart shall belong to Gondolin.