The OTHER Lays of Beleriand by Aiwen

Sauron's Lament

Alay, alas, alack!

Oh woe, woe and thrice woe.

Woe is me for I am undone,

I must explain to Morgoth how I lost tol Sirion.

He never was inclined to listen to excuses,

He invariably follows them up with Mairin-rights abuses.

I do not want to tell him I was bested by a dog,

I would rather hide in Taur-nu-fuin as a fungus-covered log.

I do not want to find myself before his throne in shame,

at being misled by an illusion and a slightly mangled name.

I do not want to let him know that in three months I learned nought more,

of Finrod than that he was the most frustrating elf I've ever had to store.

But I cannot hide forever and logs are rather boring,

I will return in hope he will only make me listen to his snoring.

Chapter End Notes

A/N: with apologies to William Shakespeare as well as JRR Tolkien for mangling their ideas and verse, and additional apologies to Lindir for attributing these to him.