The Lay of the Fall of Fëanor - Tears Unnumbered

Tears unnumbered ye shall shed,
And in fear and pain ye shall tred.
The slaying of your kin cannot be undone,
Hear all ye now, the fall of the Noldor has come.

By an Elf prince three jewels were made,
And into them Fëanor's spirit was laid.
The Silmarils of Tirion they were named,
And in Túna they were to have forever lain.

In them was held the most holy light,
which kept the shores of Valinor bright.
From the Two Trees they had their essence,
And how the Noldor loved their presence.

But the Elves and Valar were all deceived,
By Melkor when he was least perceived.
With Ungoliant, the Great Spider, he came,
And afterwards Aman was never the same.

Telperion and Laurelin were ravaged,
The beauty of the Trees destroyed by the savage
Rage of the evil Queen Ungoliant,
Who's treacherous end no one laments.

Then to Formenos Melkor came,
To strike again against the Elven name.
High King Finwë is all who would stand,
Still he fell by the accursed black hand.

Gems and gold were thus looted,
To make the deadly Spider Queen suited.
Three jewels stolen He would not reveal,
The Silmarils would not be Ungoliant's meal.

In the land of Aman Melkor tarried not,
For he knew Fëanor's pursuit would be hot.
In the far north he made his iron home,
And far from Angband he dared not roam.

But leagues away on darkened Valinor,
The Elf King Fëanor would hear no more.
Vengeance for his father's death,
But more so for the keen jewels' theft.

So the seven sons of Fëanor did walk forth,
With their father headed north.
In banishment from Aman's might,
They said `Farewell' to the light.

Hence came the terrible oath,
From which can come no growth
Of love, only vengeance against all foes
With so often no need of blows.

To the ends of the world they swore to chase,
Creatures good or evil of any race,
That time should produce until the end of days,
That would hold a Silmaril from the Noldor's gaze.

And to the Valar's greatest dismay,
Nearly all the Noldor went Fëanor's way.
And in their fanatical frenzied fury,
They went to Alqualondë with great hurry.

King Olwë saw their vicious intent,
But the Noldor host would not relent.
And when the Teleri would not give their ships,
The flesh from their bodies the Noldor ripped.

Then Mandos appeared above the horde,
And called down to their wretched lord,
For the Noldor had stained the land of Aman,
And he cursed Fëanor's house with a terrible ***.

Tears unnumbered ye shall shed,
And in fear and pain ye shall tred.
The slaying of your kin cannot be undone,
Hear all ye now, the fall of the Noldor has come.

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