The Dispossessed
A love poem
Based upon "The Silmarillion" by J. R. R. Tolkien
Author's note: the wife of Feanor was Nerdanel the Wise, and at first she was able to cool the fires of his heart. But they grew estranged after he created the Silmarils and all the misfortunes that followed, and she did not cross the sea with him when he led the Noldor to Middle-Earth.
The House of Feanor are called the Dispossessed for having forsaken the High Kingship of the Noldor to the House of Fingolfin.
Here's one for Alena of UCMEC, for writing such a *beautiful* Feanor and an even more beautiful Nerdanel.
Many a distant age ago
I called you love – and did not know
That what began so bright and fair
Will swiftly turn to bleak despair
We both were young, and I more so
I was too innocent to know
To see the dark while still ahead
To pay heed to a heart afraid
Your burning passion, wondrous skill
Soothed my fears and broke my will
Ere long, before I ever knew
Was born my doom – my love for you
I was the moth and you the flame
I had no courage – you, no shame
You spoke the words none else would say
And paid the price none else would pay
I was the ice to cool your soul
Before its brightness burned down all
You were the fire that I sought
To warm a heart that knew it not
Thus many ages we were wed
In beauteous light of deathless lands
From ice and fire mingling free
A love was born 'neath light of Trees
In blessed years I now recall
Now done and over, one and all
Sharing, faith and sweet desire
Clouded by memories of fire
But I was helpless when you sought
To cage the light – dark fate was wrought
And when the lies engrossed your heart
And tore the two of us apart
Then darkness came upon our lives
In which no light of love survived
And I was helpless – helpless still
When silken words and iron will
Drove our people to the shores
To be then cursed forevermore
When war was waged and fate decreed
In pride and hate and misery
In empty rooms I sat alone
Forgot by fire now made stone
Now days go by and still I sit
Feeling defeat after defeat
Feeling my sweet beloved sons
In battle falling one by one
Feeling the fire far away
Fading swiftly day by day
And so fade I – a wife no more
Nor loving mother as before
Cast aside by history
Abandoned in all memory
And having felt the touch of flames
I dare not love – 'tis not the same!
You may be glad to know, to see
How scorched your loving fire left me
Alone in darkness, left to wait
For final unforgiving fate
For the storm you raised to pass –
And *you* are called the Dispossessed.
~~End~~
A love poem
Based upon "The Silmarillion" by J. R. R. Tolkien
Author's note: the wife of Feanor was Nerdanel the Wise, and at first she was able to cool the fires of his heart. But they grew estranged after he created the Silmarils and all the misfortunes that followed, and she did not cross the sea with him when he led the Noldor to Middle-Earth.
The House of Feanor are called the Dispossessed for having forsaken the High Kingship of the Noldor to the House of Fingolfin.
Here's one for Alena of UCMEC, for writing such a *beautiful* Feanor and an even more beautiful Nerdanel.
Many a distant age ago
I called you love – and did not know
That what began so bright and fair
Will swiftly turn to bleak despair
We both were young, and I more so
I was too innocent to know
To see the dark while still ahead
To pay heed to a heart afraid
Your burning passion, wondrous skill
Soothed my fears and broke my will
Ere long, before I ever knew
Was born my doom – my love for you
I was the moth and you the flame
I had no courage – you, no shame
You spoke the words none else would say
And paid the price none else would pay
I was the ice to cool your soul
Before its brightness burned down all
You were the fire that I sought
To warm a heart that knew it not
Thus many ages we were wed
In beauteous light of deathless lands
From ice and fire mingling free
A love was born 'neath light of Trees
In blessed years I now recall
Now done and over, one and all
Sharing, faith and sweet desire
Clouded by memories of fire
But I was helpless when you sought
To cage the light – dark fate was wrought
And when the lies engrossed your heart
And tore the two of us apart
Then darkness came upon our lives
In which no light of love survived
And I was helpless – helpless still
When silken words and iron will
Drove our people to the shores
To be then cursed forevermore
When war was waged and fate decreed
In pride and hate and misery
In empty rooms I sat alone
Forgot by fire now made stone
Now days go by and still I sit
Feeling defeat after defeat
Feeling my sweet beloved sons
In battle falling one by one
Feeling the fire far away
Fading swiftly day by day
And so fade I – a wife no more
Nor loving mother as before
Cast aside by history
Abandoned in all memory
And having felt the touch of flames
I dare not love – 'tis not the same!
You may be glad to know, to see
How scorched your loving fire left me
Alone in darkness, left to wait
For final unforgiving fate
For the storm you raised to pass –
And *you* are called the Dispossessed.
~~End~~