The Fall of Fingolfin

The Fall of Fingolfin

'Ai!

 

this is the tale of

 

Fingolfin's last battle

 

and his duel

 

with Morgoth the accursed'

After the sorrows of

 

Dragor Bragollach

 

"Battle of Sudden Flame"

 

and after seeing the losses

 

of so many fair Noldor

 

 

 

Fingolfin

 

 

 

he burst out crying

 

and the echo of his voice

 

still lingers there

 

 

 

 

and  in that sorrowful

 

plain of Lothlann

 

haunted by the voices of

 

Maglor's horsemen

 

 

 

And he rode in anger

 

as fast as he could

 

and many of his kin

 

looked with wonder

 

 

and hope came into

 

their heavy hearts

 

 

 

and they cried out

 

 

' Lo! Can it be that

 

(the Huntsman of the Valar)

 

The Lord of Forest

 

Oromë himself

 

has come to our aid? '

 

 

 

 

So he arrived to that

 

hopeless and desolate land of

 

horror and despair

 

 

 

and

 

 

 

 

he went to knocking

 

the Gates of Angband

 

and he demanded

 

 

the Lord of Misery and

 

Darkness to come forth

 

and fight with him alone

 

 

 

 

and so the vivid voice

 

of Fingolfin rang in

 

that cheerless place

 

of Morgoth like the

 

bells of Valmar

 

 

 

And Morgoth came like a

 

thunder and flame and

 

bottomless were his fiery eyes

 

 

 

And

 

Fingolfin the valiant

 

 

 

alone he stood there

 

a High King of Noldor

 

a silvery armour of his

 

and he shone in that

 

endless darkness

 

as evening star

 

 

                             and the blue shield

 

of his as the skies

 

with a crystal

 

star shining bright

 

 

And with the Hammer of the Underworld

 

Morgoth strike

 

and

 

 

 

 

thrice Fingolfin fell and rose again

 

and seven times his sword

 

Ringil made its way with singing

 

and The Dark Lord himself

 

faltered and the land was shaking

 

 

 

 

 

At last Fingolfin grew weary

 

and the sword in his hand

 

became heavy

 

 

 

and then Morgoth strike him down

 

but before that Ringil made its last

 

effort and hit that dark leg which

 

was placed upon Fingolfin's neck

 

 

 

 

 

And the terrible sound of wounded

 

echoed far and away

 

and the mountains trembled

 

as the depths of ground under his sway

 

 

 

 

 

Never was Morgoth's wound healed

 

and great was his anger and wrath

and soon Fingolfin would have disappeared

 

but Thorondor the King of Eagles

 

came to Fingolfin's aid

 

 

 

And high in the sky

 

Fingolfin's body was carried

 

and over mountaintop he will

 

for ever overlooking Doriath

 

Author's Note

All credits goes to J.R.R. Tolkien