Story Downloaded from Open Scrolls Archive (https://www.openscrolls.net) Title: About Feanor' sons. (#3140) Author: Hiemille Chapters: 1 Archive: Tolkien Category: Bombadil's Corner Description: He lost all of those he loved, and his last brother too. Lonely Noldo sitting in despair at the shore of Belegaer, is talking to the imaginary spirit of Maedhros. Last word and last song of the famed Elven bard.. Published: 27 Nov 2006 Updated: 27 Nov 2006 Warnings: Type: Angst Characters: Maglor,Maedros Chapter 1 - poem The wound between us is the curse, o brother I've lost. Like an outworn book, my own breast is torn, On scales there 're too many victories and losses, For the Court to appraise our unfinished work. Up to elbow in blood, up to knees in the slough, We were tearing the fetters, would dig into lips, - In the name of single - but Triumphant - Love! So the heart does embrace the steel, striking deep, So of ashes up rise souls of flame-feathered birds, So the star named Wormwood arouses the dead. We're parted by the Naught . I beg pardon of yours. On a letterless leaf the candle has melted . Only Sea is so quiet as a welcoming home, That will condone to you any sins, any crimes. Listen! - gulls are singing in mist over foam, Keeping on the poem from last broken lines. We'll return - sometime - back to my Blessed Realm One who swore must keep it up to his final moan, We'll be back - in a rain, in starlight, in a dream - Oh my care-worn brother, we'll come back to the Home! I believe the Law will not be so blind At the shore overseas, in my immortal lands. But this flame saved from Darkness has turned too bright For exhausted eyes and for your singed hands. Dear, my way is behind. I've just stepped to the tide. We're forgotten in ages that follow after us. But it won't make this dolorous song be light, Never lighter, if you hold the Star in your palms. *** Brother, get up; kneeled praying won't bring the salvation Heaven is silent: it's spreading so high to hear. What is your pain next to pain of endless generations? What is your grief next to grief of the countless years? Rivers of fire; ice-cold stonewalls of a vault, Whiz of an arrow, launch'd for a victim to chase What is your pain? It's a droplet for Nienna's bowl - The bitter and bottomless dark stagnant pool of black haze. Tell, how long can her fragile white fingers bear it, To hope this infernal burden will not ever fall? And, imperceptible in patched clothes of a beggar, God is amending the ways of the distorted World. What is the penitence? Blood can't be washed off by phrases, Darkness in heart won't dissolve in the shine of church lamps, A gleam of Sunrise floats away to the West with seawaves, Brother, look back: fallen leaves have strewn over world paths. We can not back to the source by another road, A wheel of the Universe rolls along one-ended trail, What is your pain next to pain I've sown around? What is your grief lying on a disbalanced scale? ------------------------------------------------------------------ Downloaded from Open Scrolls Archive (https://www.openscrolls.net) on Sun Nov 15, 2026 3:01 am