We who on endless plains were born to roam
Will prance down windless city streets of stone,
The straw-haired princes borne upon our backs,
In honor of the horses’ ancient pact
With Valar made. Ere the lighting of the sun,
Lord Oromë the Hunter used to run,
So says my dam, with hound and sounding horn.
He yearned to find and friend Eru’s Firstborn.
But long he trod in darkness and in vain
Till Nahar, Stallion of the Valar came.
He bowed and bade the Vala mount and ride
Such gift he freely gave to lord with pride.
Nahar, your feet were fleet as flying time.
We Mortal horses saw your shade sublime
Race round the summer moon in spiral fire.
Then Mare of Night, Meara, with desire,
Stopped stallion in his silver sparkling tracks.
Their love engendered sires of Shadowfax!
The lord of horses, greatest ever foaled,
Meara’s first born Felaróf foretold.
And now the horselord comes to Wizard’s call.
From Fangorn to Théoden’s golden hall
Four messengers must rush through Rohan’s lands.
Our noble horselord neighs his soft commands.
– Winged fly we, with warriors three and herald!
– Rider White, the war tonight’s imperiled,
If, coming late, we treachery reward.
Go swift and straight to Meduseld, Horselord.
1. “Then on a sudden Nahar set up a great neighing, and stood still. And Oromë wondered and sat silent, and it seemed to him that in the quiet of the land under the stars he heard afar off many voices singing. – The Silmarillion, JRR Tolkien, Of the Coming of the Elves.
2. “That is Shadowfax. He is chief of the Mearas, lords of horses, and not even Théoden, King of Rohan, has ever looked on a better.” – The Two Towers, JRR Tolkien, The White Rider.
3. See the Encyclopedia of Arda, to which many thanks are due, for details on the Mearas. https://www.glyphweb.com/arda/default.htm?https://www.glyphweb.com/arda/m/mearas.html
4. The possible mating of Nahar and Meara the Night Mare is poetic invention and not in the canon. – the author, early October 2002