Welcome to The Great Hall of Poets, our regular monthly feature showcasing the talent of Middle-earth fans. Each month we will feature a small selection of the poems submitted, but we hope you will read all of the poems that we have received here in our Great Hall of Poets.

So come and join us by the hearth and enjoy!

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Lament for the Fallen

by Mrs. Adam C.

Like the faintest breath of airyour life is to me.When ages pass, I shall remain,and you shall cease to be.

Here I lie alone, with youever dwelling in my mind;Painfully I watch and wait,for I’ve been left behind.

War, the thing that keeps us tornfrom each other’s loving arms.Threatens to devour youand do the world more harm.

Shall I wait here, my dear love,for tidings of your defeat?Or shall I sail across the sea,with memory of our love, retreat?

It is the tragedy of your kind,and the gift to the Edain,To live or die, in peace or war.While Eldalië live on in vain.

Our love with loss forever bound,and with uncertainty,Bitter or sweet, I have to choose:I have weighed them carefully.

Namárië, Eldamar!Your white shores I shall not see!Undómiel shall never come,lest death deliver her to thee.

Tears of bitterness and griefflow down my weary face.Lúthien, I know your pain,to love the fallen – from grace.

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A Lone Traveller

By BlackFox

A lone traveller, homeward bound,seeking comfort in the dark the night has found.His heart is heavy and his brow is grim,for his feet are weary and his eyes are dim.

But the road keeps winding on and on,through woods and fields and valleys cold.No company save mist and moon,for the wind’s begun to sing the autumn’s tune.

Then, passing by the halflings’ land,he comes to a sudden stand -a soft whisper! a glimmer of light!behold! silvery shadows in flight!

Away, a golden shimmer dances on the leaves,caresses ash and oak, then disappears.And the night is back to silent, chill,but the man, he dares not move, stays rooted still.

He does not know what he has seen,and yet his eyes are filled with tears.And though a hint of sadness still lingers in the air,new strength it gives him, the lone traveller.

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Heir of Nunenor

by Brianna

He lives in exile as a ranger,He is the chief of the DunedainSkilled with bow and blade he is,The last of a noble line

He bears the ring of Barahir,He weilds the sword reforgedElessar, Elfstone, descendent of IsildorAragorn, heir of Numenor

Minas Tirath is fadingAnd the white tree is dead,Gondor is in ruinThe white city will not fall to Boromir you said

The days of the Stewards are passing and goneThe sword that was broken is forged againFor days of light this is the dawn,He bears the love of the lady Arwen

Justice and peace will he bringWhen he is crowned rightful kingA great warrior is he, and learned in loreHe is the heir of Isildor

Aragorn is rightful kingOver the great realm of GondorJustice and peace will he bring,Love and joy will he restore

Peril and exile has been his lot,Yet never power has he soughtCome Elessar, king of men,Restore the days of light again

Fight the shadow back,Crush it at it’s coreEstel, hope, for the world of menHe fears the heir of Numenor

Kingly among the sons of menHe comes to claim his rightful throne,Hope he bears and will he bringBehold the Return of the King!

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Read all the poems submitted for October here.

Click here to read the complete collection in The Great Hall of Poets.

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