Stories by Hiemille

This poem is tied with previous one, "Macalaure to Fallerien" and tells of the desperate love of the Elven-maid Fallerien, who left her homeland at the Sea to look for Maglor, when he had missed after the War in Eregion. The hope is last to die…

It's an AU (Alternative Universe) story about Maglor son of Feanor. Despite of The Silmarillion, where Maglor drowned in the Sea, some Tolkienites (me too) disbelieve it and so they thought up a version where Maglor survived but lost his mind and was roving for long about the coastal lands as a crazy bard. My poem ( as well as "Loyality" )is one of offshoots, belonging to this version. To say in short, in Second Age while roving near Mithlond, Feanaro's last son came across a maid of Teleri named Fallerien and she fell in love for him. Yet Maglor couldn't share her passion and soon left the Havens, when the war in Eregion has begun. Then he went for the East urged on by a wish to fight and do his duty and lines below are the words of his poetic farewell, said to the woman in love.

Once a Numenorean noble, wandering about the Northern Middleearth, has heard a song of the northerners and was impressed by its severe fascination.

This poem (straight tied with "I lire formenya coireo") is a piece of folk-lore and represents the song of a minstrel of Northern tribes, by chance heard and written down by a Numenorean. This song is telling about the nearly magic power of poetic art , thanks to which a mortal man could stand a hard medieval life.

There was no legend in Arda more dolorous than one of Turin and Nienor. This lyric is a piece of this legend - Turin's words over the body of his wife and sister, when he found it at the river.

A layer of grass and hoar is covering the hill called Haudh-en-Elleth, but the soul buried in this hill is alive so far. Fleshless and boneless, she lives in the memory of the past and if you listen you may hear this sorrowful voice from the deep of the years of yore.

Fingolfin' s reflections on the way to the stronghold of the Foe. Shadow of Feanaro which haunted him for years stands before his eyes again, as an invisible companion.

An attempt to compose a ballad about the meeting of two great Elven lords in a style of the solemn Quenia poetry.

Few people know that the forest called Mirkwood - the Black, is really an Elven-fair kingdom. This small lyric proves it.

Men have awaked in distant woods of Endore. But the passion to look for new lands and for better life drives them westwards..

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