Eriëndel The Tender-hearted

Maia Eriëndel The Heartfelt ~~

Silvery grey mantle

of her and morning dew  

in her waist

as tears of those who grieve

 

Stars glimmering in

her dark hair

     and

shivering twilight

met in her eyes

 

For every sorrow

  and grief

she grew her hair

   in brief

 

Endless years passed

in the Blessed Realm

in Elvenhome

 

One day she left behind

the pearl-white seashores of

Valinor in Eldamar in Aman

where the Gods dwell

 

and made a journey

over the Outer Seas

and entered the lands

of Middle-Earth in Arda

 

She wandered aimlessly

to seek the loveliness of

the world

 

nightingales of Melian

from the Gardens of Lórien

 

Eriëndel The Tender-hearted

she was called by her kind

 

Elves gave her a name

Eriëndel The Heartfelt

She was Maia of Vala Nienna

The Compassionate and

Vána The Ever-young

 

Often she went

to where the

sorrow visited

and grief dwell

 

For every sorrow

  and grief

she grew her hair

   in brief

 

Raven-dark hair

   of her like veil

following

 

circle of the stars

  glimmering

as she stretched out her

shimmering hand

   to comfort

 

Lo! she see the first sunrise

and her wonder is great !

 

Ai ! she praises the Gods

       in Valinor

and The One who are

behind all creation,

     Eru Ilúvatar

 

She walks under the Sun

that is still young

and she sings under

the new Moon

 

And she dance

dance like a silvery

will-o'-the-wisp

in the night

 

She loves all the

living things and creatures

often she calls them and all

the birds greeted her

 

But Lo! she see

  the evil rises

and  those who resisting

  fall into pieces

 

                               

 And

For every sorrow

and grief

she grew her hair

in brief

 

She dwells in Arda until the End of Days

  or until Ilúvatar The Father of All

calls her

beyond time

 

Eriëndel The Tender-hearted

Raven-dark hair

   of her like veil

following

 

circle of the stars

  glimmering

as she stretched out her

shimmering hand

   to comfort

 

                                  And

she dance

dance like a silvery

will-o'-the-wisp

under the Moon

Author's Note

All credits goes to J.R.R. Tolkien