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usually too ambitious with colors

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And over Middle-earth he passed

and heard at last the weeping sore

of women and of elven-maids

in Elder Days, in years of yore.

But on him mighty doom was laid,

till Moon should fade, an orbéd star

to pass, and tarry never more

on Hither Shores where Mortals are;

for ever still a herald on

an errand that should never rest

to bear his shining lamp afar,

the Flammifer of Westernesse.

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From Evereven’s lofty hills

where softly silver fountains fall

his wings him bore, a wandering light,

beyond the mighty Mountain Wall.

From a World’s End there he turned away,

and yearned again to find afar

his home through shadows journeying,

and burning as an island star

on high above the mists he came,

a distant flame before the Sun,

a wonder ere the waking dawn

where grey the Norland waters run.

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Bag-End

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Happy Hobbit Day!

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Henneth Annûn, The Window of the Sunset

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A ship then new they built for him

of mithril and of elven-glass

with shining prow; no shaven oar

nor sail she bore on silver mast:

the Silmaril as lantern light

and banner bright with living flame

to gleam thereon by Elbereth

herself was set, who thither came

and wings immortal made for him,

and laid on him undying doom,

to sail the shoreless skies and come

behind the Sun and light of Moon.

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Song of Eärendil

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It’s been over a month since I bought this black-paper sketch book, and all I’ve drawn in it is fan art.

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It’s not complete, but here’s what I have so far of the Song of Eärendil

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Ed.

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A wanderer escaped from night…

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Oluwande.

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Blackbeard.

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Song of Eärendil

Through Evernight he back was borne

on black and roaring waves that ran

o'er leagues unlit and foundered shores

that drowned before the Days began,

until he heard on strands of pearl

where ends the world the music long,

where ever-foaming billows roll

the yellow gold and jewels wan.

He saw the Mountain silent rise

where twilight lies upon the knees

of Valinor, and Eldamar

beheld afar beyond the seas.

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Eärendil was a mariner…

the winds of wrath came driving him

and blindly in the foam he fled…

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168B

Moon has set

and Pleiades: middle

night, the hour goes by,

alone I lie.

trans. Anne Carson