Tolkien Meta Week Starts December 8!
Join us December 8-14, here and on Tumblr, as we share our thoughts, musings, rants, and headcanons about all aspects of Tolkien's world.
Burning.
Ships blazing, swans dying.
I watch the flames with smarting eyes
I hear the screams, and my ears roar
I smell the smoke, as it fills my hair
I taste the ash which chokes me
And I touch your gold, wound tightly round my hand,
But you are out of reach.
What use to close my eyes or block my ears
Or turn away and run?
This burning will forever be with me, as it is now
In my heart, in my hair, on my head.
For I stood aside and did not stop it
And left you stranded.
Spirit of Fire, my father, you have deepened our Doom!
You will end in flames, and so will I.
In madness for what you made, you destroy the craft of others
And I cannot help but hate you.
You abandon our followers, our friends
And Findekano.
Fare well, my valiant one!
Stay safe on that distant shore, and forget me.
There can be no forgiveness.
Yet I fear you will attempt the Ice!
Which is worse? For you to be so far away
Or for you to come?
How can we live in this new land
When our only light is fire?
What hope is there in the horror?
But my brothers call for me.
They will need my comfort
Though I find none.