A BIG Collection of Poems by -Glorfindil- – 20 Poems by -Glorfindil-

by Jul 29, 2003Poetry

Elrond’s Memories of war

Looking back on memories
That soon will be no more
A mist in time that slowly fades
The memories of war

I was there with kings of old
When the banners proudly spread
Of Elendil and Gil-Gilad
Flew high above our heads

Elven spears and Orc blades
Clashed throughout the night
In what to all seemed to be
A never-ending fight

Looking back on memories
That soon will be no more
A mist in time that slowly fades
The memories of war

Called the Last Alliance
Bravely though the battle long
Fought Men and Elves together
Hundred thousands strong

Wealth and knowledge fades away
All the things I know
As I look back on these memories
Of so long ago

Looking back on memories
That soon will be no more
A mist in time that slowly fades
The memories of war


Bilbo’s Adventure Song

Come, lets go a-wandering far

And see what may be our finds

Where dragon’s gold and goblins are

And jewels of many kinds

Long may we seek such things in vain

And disapointed homeward turn,

But on the morrow we may try again

To find that for which we yearn

We will not seek the homeward way

We will not say this is the end

Until there fades the light of day

For we know not what lies around the bend

Just a little further on

Waits a discovery to be made

That someday We may chance upon

In hidden glen or secret glade

After a while when we are weary

Of dragons, orcs, and elves,

We will return to our hearth-fires cheery

By which to warm ourselves

We will go on till fades the light

And then in the evening breeze

When creeps slowly up the fearsome night

We shall seek a path beneath the trees

When the firefly glows and the cricket sings

And dreams float through our minds

Of gold and jewels and secret things

That tomorrow we may find

We will not seek the homeward way

We will not say this is the end

Until there fades the light of day

For we know not what lies around the bend

We will not say this is the end


Boromir Of Gondor

Boromir of Gondor,

Where have you gone?
Why do you not return?
I search for you,
But you are lost to me.

I would give so much,
To have you with me,
One last time.

The people mourn for you,
Songs of sadness fill the air,
They are filled with grief
For Boromir Of Gondor,
Their beloved prince,
And future king,
Is lost.

Many days ago I heard,
The desperate sound,
Of your horn blowing,
Many days ago, it filled the air,
Then stilled, till it was brought, hewn to me,
Found floating on the flowing river.

The Horn of
Boromir of Gondor,
My son.

Faithful you have been,
What thing has happened,
That it keeps you from returning to me,
Boromir of Gondor?

Why did I let you go?

As I watched you ride away alone,
In the light of the evening sun,
I felt a pang of grief so deep,
That I wondered to myself,
Should I let you go?

Another I might send,
How it would grieve my heart,
Were I to lose you now,
My dearest son.

Never before have I done something,
That I regretted so,
As on that day,
When I watched you ride away alone.

And now you are gone,
Your days are finished here,
For I now know the truth of why,
You do not return.

I have heard the sound,
Of mournful singing from afar,
A tune of deepest sadness,
A sound of loss and pain.

I have seen you floating on the river,
Floating, slowly, sadly,
Your hands clasped,
In a grasp of gentle stillness,
On the handle
Of your broken sword.

And though I called out to you,
You continued on your fateful way,
So still,
Floated on without a word.

And then it was I knew.

I knew
That never again would
I see you, my son,
In life.

I wept then in bitter grief,
Innumerable tears,
Remembering the years,
When you were with me,

My dear son,
Boromir Of Gondor,
Now lost and
gone forever.

Boromir Of Gondor.


Sam And Frodo

Frodo, Frodo, Frodo No!
I have come so far with you
Please don’t leave where I can’t follow
For our quest is not yet through

The whole way,
When the skys were blue
Or when they were grey
I was with you

There when the stormy winds were blowing,
And when things were looking grim,
When not a gleam of hope was showing,
And when the skys grew dim

Together we have been,
And together we will stay,
We will not let him win
While we still see a way

Here together on our own
In the darkness of the night
Though we may be all alone,
We must not give up the fight

Through weather foul and fair
I have remained your friend
To help you I was there
Please don’t let this be the end


The Death Of Glorfindil Of Gondolin

Gondolin, O Gondolin
Once beautiful and glad
A mere memory of what has been
Your tale is long and sad

Many on that fateful day
Númenor were fleeing
Till as they passed a rocky way
Were atacked by an evil being

A balrog lept then from the hieght,
His fiery whip-tongues flying fast
His fiery power and evil might
None could withstand or outlast

The Elf lord Glorfindel lept then forward
His armor gleaming strangly in the moon
It’s helm he crushed beneth his sword
It’s whip-arm too was hewn

As began to fall the Balrog near
He clutched the elf’s hair golden glowing
And with a death-cry that all did hear
Plunged into the river flowing

His body up was borne
By Lord Thorndur the eagle then
And long did the people mourn
Glorfindil, Of Gondolin

Then were the events of that day
Remembered, In the books of anciant lore
And on the mound there by the way
Bloomed the Golden Flower ever-more


The Last Alliance

Once long ago a battle great
Raged at Mordors eastern gate

There fought Gil-Galad the Elven king
Of whom the Elves would long-after sing

And with him the great king of men,
Elendil, Never to be seen again

For upon them Saurons shadow fell
And where they dwelleth no man can tell

For into darkness fell his star
In Mordor, where the shadows are

But though however great the cost
The battle was not yet lost

Isildur then went forward
And grasped his fathers shattered sword

On that day History was made
For with Narsil’s broken blade,

Isildur, son of the king,
Cut from Saurons hand the ring.


A Farewell To The Elves

Namarie, a vanima nore
(Farewell, O fairest race,)
Andave nirmengwe le
(Long will we remember thee)
An si ive leneme sina men
(For now you must leave this place)
Ar cira ana lya mar arta the aire
(And sail to thy home across the sea)
Namarie, a vanima nore
(Farewell, O fairest race)
An o ive sina na elen men
(Because of you this is a better place)
Voro tuil, Namarie, a vanima nore
(Evermore Farewell, O fairest race)


The Return Of The King

See now the horse and rider
And the banners flowing
Hear now the shouts of war
And the horn that is blowing

See at thier head
The king of men
With Anduril
Now forged again

Mighty is Elessar,
His helm is of gold
His sword is of silver
The king of old

The spears are all leveled
The shields are in hand,
And banners are flying
across the land

For many long years
The people have yearned
For a king of their own
He now has returned

With him comes hope
A thing of the past
For long it has been
Since they had it last

For long-doomed fate
Is not always binding
And the road of life
Is not ever-winding

All things, good or ill,
Must someday end
For blade once broken,
Is now forged again


The Three Hunters

Here come the three hunters
Out of the west
Doing now
what they do best

One with a bow,
One with an axe,
One with a blade,
In Orc skulls to make cracks

Looking, watching,
Searching the ground,
Looking left and right
And all around

For what are they searching?
Thier two hobbit friends
For they fear with the orcs
They have come to thier ends

The riders of Rohan
They meet on thier way
They say they met them

They slew without mercy
Every beast
They left none alive,
Not even the least

They lend them two horses
To help on the way
They ride on from there
For the rest of the day

They meet the grey wizard
In a forest there
He’s changed a lot-
He has white hair!

They don’t give up,
They find the two,
They have made some friends
That are quiet new

They far and wide
Will now be known
As the hobbits who had
Isengard over-thrown!


The Fall Of Khazad-Dum

Khazad-dum! Khazad-Dum!
No more alight beneath the moon!

Dark days upon you have descended
Your strong stone gates were well defended

By Durin’s dwarves who now have gone
To the bright lands so far beyond

The borders of the Eastern lands
No more to walk upon the sands

Of this world of darkness falling
Hear thier voices, mournful calling

The majestic halls now silent lie
And long has it been since dwarvish eye

has gazed upon the splendours there
Where music and laughter once filled the air

There glowing hearth shined ever bright
All wondered at the power and might

Of Durin’s dwarves, the craftsmen great
Whose halls now filled with deadly hate

In battle struggled through the night
Till there came to join the fight

An enemy from far below
Wreathed in flame and made of shadow

A Balrog came and brang the falls
Of Durin’s dwarves in thier mighty halls

The caverns of music then were stilled
And with an evil darkness filled

Now Moria, once Khazad-Dum
Is stilled of dwarvish voice or tune

The hammers echo is no longer heard
In Moria, where dwarvish word

Spoken in the dark days past
Is forever stilled at last.


Smeagol’s Precious

Hsst! Hsst! My Precious whats that?
A stupid hobbit, yummy and fat!

Hsst! Hsst! Gollum! Shall we eat it? Yes! Yesss!
But only if it a riddle will guess

We will ask first, My Precious, we will!
And then when he loses our tummy will fill!

Our tummy is hungry! Gollum, ach, ach!
He guessed it he did! How strange he does talk!

Ach! A sword he has got with a sting!
It must be a nasty elveses thing!

I’m getting tired! I wants some food!
That fat little hobbit looks so good!

He won he did! Ach ach Gollum!
We’ll get our Precious and then we’ll swallowum!

It’s gone! that hobbit has it, it does!
The riddle it asked wasn’t fair it was!

It’s got it Gollum! It does and it’s gone!
And I’m still stuck down here in this pond!


Shelob’s Lair

In the third age of the sun
A great deed was done
Shelob’s lair was overrun

In her lair there was a fight
In the middle of the night
Destroyed was she by Earendil’s light

She stung the ring-bearer on the head
Poor Sam was filled with dread
Because he thought Frodo was dead

But it was an amazing thing
He was not dead; He picked up sting
And trotted off to destroy the ring


The Passing Of The Elves

The power of the Elves is failing
Soon comes the time when we must be sailing

Sailing, sailing, far away,
Sailing from the Havens Gray

We must leave now middle earth
The ancient land of our birth

We must sail away from our forests fair
The rivers and valleys we long did share

With other Elves, will now, by Men,
Be inhabited again

Our peaceful time here now is done
Our boats are sailing one by one

For now is the hour of our leaving
To the land of beauty beyond believing



Lorien! Forest fair!
Void of worry want or care

Beauty dwells there all year round
Leaves cover tree and carpet ground

The elves that dwell in Lorien,
Have seldom heard there the steps of men

For of Mortal men there are but few
Who have seen there shine the day anew

There dwells the lady Galadriel
Clear is the water of her well

Those who enter that wood they say
Are not the same when they come away

Lorien! Forest Fair!
Void of worry want or care

Beauty dwells there all year long
Filled with laughter and elvish song



In Imladris, In Rivendell,
In the secret valley Elves yet dwell

There Autumn sun now dims it’s light,
Where shone as morning darkest night

There dwells Arwen Undomiel,
Elrond and Glorfindel,

In Imladris, the secret place,
Fading refuge of the Elven race


A Shortcut To Mushrooms

On one early morning bright
Merry and Pippen had a fright

They were making quite great haste
For by Farmer Maggot they were being chased

Frodo and Sam thought nothing could go wrong
When with Merry and Pippin they collided head-on

With stolen veggies they loaded the two
They ran to a cliff- what could they do?

They did not have much time to think
For while they were standing on the brink

Sam solved thier problem with a bump
And down the hill they all did dump

At the bottom a plan soon did hatch-
They landed in a mushroom patch!


The Path Of The Dead

Aragorn! Elessar! Elendil’s right heir!
Many trials must you face ere you are seated there

Upon Gondors throne, the crown on your brow,
Dark is your path, you realize this now.

Heavy the burden upon you is laid
You cannot turn back your desision is made,

Dark is the path appointed to thee,
The dead watch the road that leads to the sea

Look for your help where you expect it least
Not to the west, south. or east

Soon comes the hour when the lost should come forth,
Watch for the gray company out of the north.


To The Grey Havens

Legolas Greenleaf, Elf of the woods,
Why do you not dwell in the forests as all wood elves should?

You have heard now the cry of the gull on the shore
Your rest you will find in the forest no more

Your mind dwells no longer with the leaves and the trees
You long for instead, the sweet ocean breeze

Your ears have now heard the summons to all
To all the wood elves, you must follow the call

You soon must depart o’er the seas to the West
For in the woods of the worls you no longer find rest

You must sail away and forget, the forests so fair
For never again will you return there

To the bright lands you once did roam
You must say farewell to your mortal home.


The Last Time

Now It is late
And the road is long
But as I start out
I hear a song

Come floating to me
On the evening breeze
Curling softly ’round mountains
And whispering through trees

A song slightly Elvish
Yet a style of its own
So unlike the many
Songs I have known

A voice soft and lonly
Alone and forlorn
A voice in a night
That is yearning for morn

A voice recalling
Memories as it sings
Of a life of joy
And forgotton things

A voice remembering
A life full of dreams
The wind in the meadows
And the rippling streams

I stop and pause to listen
To the memories, familiar, and yet unknown
And my heart aches as I realize
The song is my own:

This is the last time
I will sing my departure song
This is the last time
I will look back and see
What has been home to me
For so long

This is the last time
I will look back to my own door
This is the last time
I will feel the wind in my face
Here in this place
My home no more

This is the last time
I will look back on what has been
This is the last time
I will breathe the shire’s sweet air
Taste the beauty everywhere
Never again

I stand still and listen
as the voice fades away
the voice in a night
that is hoping for day


Samwise Gamgee: The Eavesdropping Hobbit

Hmm… What could that be I hear?
Maybe I had a little too much beer
No, no! Here it comes again!
It is coming from Bag-end!
One of the voices I think I know,
Yes, now I’m sure it’s Mr. Frodo!
I think I’ll find out what they say
It just might be a secret, it may
I’ll be able to learn a heap
If I just crawl to this window and have a peep
Why, whats this? It’s Gandalf in there!
Last time I heard he was off somewhere
What are they saying? What are they talking about?
If Gandalf finds me here he’ll blow his spout!
He’ll grind me into hobbit pie!
He’s a pretty tempermental guy!
They’re sayin’ somthin’ ’bout a ring
It sounds like a pretty dangerous thing
The end of the world and the dark lord Sauron,
Oh my! Look at the time! They’ve talked the hour on!
I think I’d better be going now,
Or my old Gaffer will have a cow!
Hmm… It’s kinda hard to turn around
Oh! Now I’ve done it! I made a sound!
Ow! Gandalf just hit me with his stick
And threw me on the table quick!
He looks pretty mean with that big staff
I think mr. Frodo’s going to laugh
I knew Gandalf would be mad!
He’ll turn me into somthing bad!
I hope he doesn’t lose his head!
Uh-oh, what was that he said?
He’s got a better use for me?
Oh no! Oh my! What could that be?
Oh hurray! I think I’m going to flip!
I just have to help Mr. Frodo on his trip!
Gandalf says to travel just by day
We might even see some elves we may!
There’s something Mr. Frodo must get done
I can tell already it won’t be much fun
But oh well! Here we go!
To throw some guy’s ring into a volcano!



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