(Illuminated by) The Silmarils and The tale of Curufinwë The Skillful

(Illuminated by) The Silmarils and The tale of Curufinwë The Skillful

A Poem by ~Sarah~ Idríel The Fair

(Illuminated by) The Silmarils and The tale of Curufinwë The Skillful




In the Years of the Trees


when the world was still young


and the stars of Varda gave


a light to the lands of Arda


Curufinwë The Skillful (son of Finwë)


proud and noble Elda of the Noldor


skilled with metal and craft


his hand formed those beautiful things


like the Silmarils, only three of them,


contained  the light


of the Two Trees of Valinor,


the most beautiful of all


save only the miracles of the Gods.


 


Why he ever made those marvelous jewels,


that brought sorrows to Elven kind


and the doom  to the childrens of Men.


 


Pride and distrust shadowed his heart


and after the theft of the Silmarils


Fëanor with his seven sons


vowed a dreadful oath;


  


‘ To seek those jewels


the most brightest of all


(save only the stars of Varda),


and not to give mercy


to anyone who holds  the Silmarils


and never to give up


until I get them back ‘.


 


That dreadful Kingslaying,


even more sorrowful than


the destruction of the Two Trees.


 


Thus the Doom of the Mandos


fell upon to the House of Fëanor.


 


Exile from Valinor, Fëanor wandered and


Mandos’ words of doom echoing in his ears.


 


At the moment of his death by Gothmog,


the Lord of the Balrogs,


he cursed thrice Angband and Morgoth


and his fiery spirit moaned for


long-desired jewels of


Fëanáro ‘ The Spirit of Fire ’.


 


Since then those Silmarils


illuminated by the light of Valinor,


has brought  the sorrows


to anyone who has kept them


to Thingol Greycloak , The Hidden-King


and to Beren Erchamion, the son of Barahir


and the fate of Arda  was woven about the Silmaris.


 


Why he ever made those marvelous jewels,


that brought only sorrows to Elven kind


and the doom  to the childrens of Men


Like the Silmarils, only three of them,


the most beautiful of all


save only the stars of Varda.

















© 2016 ~Sarah~ Idríel The Fair


Author's Note

~Sarah~ Idríel The Fair
All credits goes to J.R.R. Tolkien

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The story in the poem. Took me in and held me to the last words.
"In the Years of the Trees
when the world was still young
and the stars of Varda gave
a light to the lands of Arda
Curufinwë The Skillful (son of Finwë)"
The above lines. A perfect lead for a talented storyteller. Thank you Sarah for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

~Sarah~ Idríel The Fair

8 Years Ago

' Le hannon '. Thank you. Your word always warm my heart. =) Best feedback is from a reader, especia.. read more
Coyote Poetry

8 Years Ago

I like myth and tale. You write with a ancient pen and you are welcome.



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The story in the poem. Took me in and held me to the last words.
"In the Years of the Trees
when the world was still young
and the stars of Varda gave
a light to the lands of Arda
Curufinwë The Skillful (son of Finwë)"
The above lines. A perfect lead for a talented storyteller. Thank you Sarah for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

~Sarah~ Idríel The Fair

8 Years Ago

' Le hannon '. Thank you. Your word always warm my heart. =) Best feedback is from a reader, especia.. read more
Coyote Poetry

8 Years Ago

I like myth and tale. You write with a ancient pen and you are welcome.

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Added on December 30, 2015
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Tags: Lord of the Rings, LOTR, Tolkien, Fëanor, Curufinwë, The Silmarils, Jewels of Fëanor, Noldor, Valinor, Middle-Earth, Elven

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~Sarah~ Idríel The Fair
~Sarah~ Idríel The Fair

Teleri of Aman ~ Middle-Earth ~ Finland



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