~Fëanor~

The one son of a beloved wife
Filled with passion, fire, and life
In youth he was a smith of gems
The maker of the Three from where ol’ tales stem

He was Evil’s greatest foe
As those who hear this tale shall know
His jewels and work were praised by all
This Prince was great before his fall

But Passion was his master still
The theft of his work drove him to kill
A slayer of a race his own
And fury took him far from home

To the Great Lands at last he came
Guilt and anger in a bitter rain
Far off beyond the darkened sea
Could be heard the cries of his family

He left behind so much, so soon
And traveled long in the light of the moon
Seeking Evil to fall that day
For his Blessed Gems that had been stol’n away

Traveling fast, the light grew dim
Fearful were friends that stood by him
He knew no fear and shunned delay
The set of his mind was fire and fey

Slashing through foes with the flame of his wrath
The Dark Lord he pursued along his path
Wrapped now in hurts, surrounded by foes
Yet care he did not, and shunned all his woes

In a crash and a flame the Great Demon came
With a whip burning fire and a thick ashen mane
And the great Prince was smitten at last to the ground
With a blow so heavy, with such a loud sound

The demons departed back to their lair
The Prince clung to life by the breadth of a hair
Carried away by his sons and his friends
He knew that his life would come now to an end

Cursing three times the Great Evil’s name
On all of his sons his sworn Oath was lain
They knew now that their father would soon be gone
Surely fire and blood would rise with the dawn

The eyes of the Prince now glinted with pain
In the way of his death he felt no shame
His body swept off in an ashen swirl
The likes not to appear again in this world.

~Fingolfin~

A High Prince in deed, a High Prince in birth
The first son of the Fair proved himself in worth
Born to a King and a brother of jealous heart
The siblings did not have peace from the start

Accused of stealing father’s love, and his throne
Between the brothers a sword was drawn
Closing his ears and his mouth shut tight
The Prince refused to take part in the fight

Yet swearing to all to remain brothers still
The peirce of his eyes gave his brother a chill
The choice of his words cut as swift as a dart
“Half brother in blood, yet full brother in heart.”

A rash oath by his brother, his tongue was sharp
Yet urged by his son, he heeded not the warnings of his heart
To know that his people would still be safe
He came with his brother on a deadly race

Chasing after evil and trusting in fate
In his heart he prayed they would not be too late
Unaware, he took part in a slaying of kin
He did not know what it was he did then

Repenting of evil, and sorrowing deep
It seemed that the paths they were taking were steep
He waited on cold shores for the ships to return
Yet far in the mist he instead saw them burn

He yet led his people through ice and through stone
Refusing to leave his brother wand’ring alone
He sought now to meet his brother once more
He desired to seek out Middle-earth’s shores

After a long deadly trip through the wintery pass
The Prince and his people saw the moon rise at last
The age of the stars had come to a close
With banners waving high, they saw now the sun rose

Joining then his fallen brother’s clan
Forgiveness of past deeds of a wayward man
He long stayed in Arda, there was peace in the land
Then the Glorious Battle he helped win with his hand

He thought Evil was finished, and could not fight again
The Eldarin people o’erjoyed with their win
He boasted no victory could come from orc or drake
As he stayed with his people on the shores of his lake

A great span of years passed with the King of the North
Worried of Evil, he asked friends to come forth
Of his Sindar allies and allies with Men
Most thought that Evil would not come again

A threat from the north came on death’s wings
A choking dust stopped up the rivers and springs
Ash, smoke, and fire spewed from the hills
Demons and monsters from the underground spilled

The High King was stayed from his brother and friends
By devestation that seemed it never would end
Sundered from friends by a deep, darkened sea
The ruin of his people it seemed to be

Then, on his great horse, he sped alone through the lands
With his anger, and wrath, and a sword in his hand
The dust flew by wherever he trod
In such great majesty, some thought t’was a God

His eyes shone brightly; bravery without peer
As he knocked on Evil’s front door without fear
His challenge of Evil came down swift as rain.
To accept the challenge, the Great Evil came.

The rocks rang shrill with the sound of his horn
A challenge to all from his heart which was torn
A life full of woe caused by the Evil one
He would not rest til Evil was done

The King gleamed brightly as if a fair star
His silver-blue clothing could be seen from afar
His shield set with crystals was held high above
With an ice-gleaming sword, and a face like a dove

Like a bolt of thunder, the foe’s hammer crashed down
Yet the King sprung aside to safer ground
The earth shook and rumbled with fire and smoke
Every time the hammer fell the very sky choked

So many times that great hammer fell
The earth shook and divided and started to swell
The weary King stumbled as his splintered shield dropped
The breath of the earth seemed for a moment to stop

The Great Evil laughed with a spark in his eye
As he watched on the ground the grand High-King die
He held his foot aloft then smashed it down
Crushing his valiant foe to the ground

Yet with his dying breath the King swung his blade true
On the foot of his foe was a woud yet anew
Limping and footless, his enemy cursed him
The fallen King’s spirit flew to the world’s rim

The body of his was flown high by a friend
Before the Great Evil could thrash it again
And no song is sung of his effort and fight
Yet his body and spirit were taken proudly in flight