WIP Whenever: Lind Alqualondë
From silver timbers strong and fair,
My fathers formed the swans to sail;
My mothers wove her wings to bear
Their children through the lilting gale.
By jewels strewn across the strand,
By glowing lamps along the quays;
Long would we have roamed the lands
Where Light first spilled upon the waves.
Long I searched the firth red-stained,
O’er splintering prow, their names I cried;
My eyes through flaming water strained,
But faltered on the faithless tide.
If my love could parry steel,
Your sword would break before it fell.
If sorrow could forestall a host,
Then clear would run the darkened swell.
Still would their lives with mine be twined,
Could I have matched your strength in wrath;
But love and grief may only bind
Myself along the orphaned path.
Did pity sting your prideful heart,
When pleading still they named you kin?
And were your ears not rent apart
By children screaming in the din?
If it be so, my friend, wherefore
Did you forsake us weeping then,
Alone beside the empty moor
While forth to doom your quest began?
The stolen Light, far off before;
Behind, the haven falling back,
Where open stood the pearly doors
In welcome ere the sudden sack.
For verses more your lay shall go,
But mine here ends along the mole,
Yet fastened with its severed rope,
In memory of what once was whole.
My moonlit child, light the lamps
Once more, and may your heart forget
What love has in my heart entrapped,
Amid forgiveness and regret.
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Context: I wrote a few verses of a Sindarin lament/work song for my Maeglin gen fic which deals a lot with his Telerin inheritance. It's intended as a Telerin perspective of Maglor's Noldolantë.
Truly WIP Whenever because it’s 1 fucking am and writing all this gotdamn (admittedly loose) iambic tetrameter took me FUCKING FOREVER. I’m quite proud of it though.
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