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Title: Anglachel (#257)
Author: fileg
Chapters: 1

Archive: Tolkien
Category: Bombadil's Corner
Description: A bitter Valentine from Turin Turimbar to Anglachel, his sentient sword
Published: 04 Sep 2003
Updated: 04 Sep 2003
Warnings:
Type: General
Characters: Turin Turimbar;Anglachel


Chapter 1 - Anglachel

I sought to have your secret heart remade
in my own image. Lovers so conspire
who are not happy until love’s a blade

My own heart was the forge, your heart the fire
Your dark soul and my dark soul intertwined
in my own image. Lovers so conspire

and who can stand against such love combined
Yet you defend, as though I were the prey
your dark soul and my dark soul intertwined

My broken hands will wield you while I may
I know you will not love these hands for long
yet you defend, as though I were the prey

The fire of stars, the dark of space your song
What made me think I could contain your rage?
I know you will not love these hands for long

You are the iron bar that forms my cage
I sought to have your secret heart remade
What made me think I could contain your rage
who are not happy until love’s a blade



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This terzanelle is written from TúrinTurambar to Anglachel, his sword. I had in mind the re-forging of Anglachel into Gurthang, and it made me think of all the unhappy lovers who spend their time trying to change someone into who they would like them to be. It was written for the Bitter Valentine's Day challenge at Henneth Annun.
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