New Challenge: Potluck Bingo
Sit down to a delicious selection of prompts served on bingo boards, created by the SWG community.
Telchar
Blow, my bellows, blustering wind!
Flame of my forge, burn fierce and bright.
Lend me, Mahal, might and wisdom,
strengthen my arm to strike with force.
A matchless blade must I fashion—
friendship seeks it, friendship grants it—
hewing in twain hell-wrought iron,
a knife so sharp no sheath holds it.
Curufin
Well-made the work and worth its price,
its cutting edge keen as sorrow,
eager to bite the black iron
and Morgoth’s crown cleave asunder.
Hard be my heart as hammered steel,
sharp my spirit as sheathless blade,
until my hand holds in its grasp
threefold fire, our father’s light.
The meter of these lines is fornyrðislag, an alliterative verse form used in the Poetic Edda.