The Death Of Fingolfin by Nibennon_Arphenon
Fingolfin was an Elven King
Mighty in deed and bold
High King of the Noldor
Son of Finwe, his father
And Feanor was his half-brother
To him was given beauty and wisdom
To Feanor was given pow’r, might and craft
To lament of his death the elves do not sing
For sorrow, mighty, it brings
In the far north
Was the realm of Morgoth
The Enemy
‘Neath the Mountains of Iron
In That frozen land
The Enemy dwelt in the
Fortress of Angband
It’s gates by Thangorodrim, encompassed
When the news came to Fingolfin
Of the defeat of Feanor’s sons
Fair Thargelion despoiled
And Dorthonion lost
By the vile deeds of the Host
Of Thangorodrim
And the sons of Finarfin, overthrown
From Hithlum
He sped upon Rochallor
His mount, rode forth alone
And none could restrain him
Over Dor-nu-fauglith he passed
Filled with great wrath
To behold his face
The mightest of the Fair Race
Onlookers would swear, he was Orome
For his eyes shone like a Vala’s
By Angband’s gates he came at last
Put horn to lips and the sound issued, rent
Across the firmament
With great cry challenged Morgoth to mortal combat
His voice bright and keen
Did to Morgoth
A strange thing seen,
Now The Enemy knew fear
“Craven and Lord of Slaves thou art are
Come thither out and face me.”
Morgoth could now not deny
And let Fingolfin go un-punished
Now Morgoth came forth from his underground throne
And rumour of his passing was like thunder
He issued forth like a tower
And stood all clad in black armour
His vast shield, was the girth of a thunder cloud
And Iron Crowned was he
The shield, sable un-blazoned
Loomed over Finglofin like a stormcloud
But Fingolfin gleamed
Like a star shimmering
For his mail was overlaid with true silver*
Deepest blue his shield, with crystal beset
And Ringil, his sword like ice did a-glitter
Morgoth, with a flurry, held aloft
Grond,
Hammer of the Underworld
Down it sped like thunder
Fingolfin sprang aside
And in the ground, Grond, a mighty pit did rent
Whence smokes and fires darted
Many times that day
Morgoth to smite did essay
But
Each time away Fingolfin did leap
As lightening shoots from under the stormcloud
With wounds, seven in number
To Morgoth he did smote
And with anguish Morgoth did cry
The hosts of Morgoth on their faces did lie
When their Lord was wounded
Finally at last Fingolfin was spent
The ground about him was sorely rent
Thrice to the ground
On his mighty knees
He fell
And thrice to his feet he arose
Bore up broken shield and stricken helm
But at last Morgoth bore down the mountainous shield
The earth all about him, broken and rent
Fingolfin, backward he did stumble
With a mighty foot, the wieght of which was as a hill
On the neck of Fingolfin was layed
But at last with a desparate stroke
The foot of Morgoth, with Ringil he did smote
And the blood gushed forth black with smoke
Ever since that day Morgoth, halted of foot, he did sway.
1 Comment
Well I see someone knows their Lord of the Rings history! You told the story well, and I am sure it was quite a job, noting the length of the poem and its material. Its always a pleasure to read a poem like this. There were some missing punctuation in parts that I think would help the reader, but everything was understandable. I wished for some more rhyming, but not all poems must do so. Good job in all, please keep writing!