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Title: The ghost (Finduilas) (#3263)
Author: Hiemille
Chapters: 1

Archive: Tolkien
Category: Bombadil's Corner
Description: 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.
Published: 16 Jan 2007
Updated: 16 Jan 2007
Warnings:
Type: Drama
Characters: dead Finduilas


Chapter 1 - the ghost

Now autumn is coming - but not for Finduilas.
From the chilly winds I am covered by withered grass.

And a harpstring quivers and flutes of Sindar sing.
Long ago, impossibly long this battle has been!

I has loved a mortal whose fate was a sign of curse.
But my lips were bravely whispering: "Forever I'm yours!"

We were laughing when our paths met in forests wild,
I was happy- but when could a maiden survive in a fight?

To the kingdom unmarred I wanted to follow him,
But a guard-like shaft pinned me up to the hill.

Holds me firmly by spearing my chest, like a binding chain.
Never will it allow me to rise up and leave my grave.

I must feed with my heart' s all womanly caress and force
Not the sons of a king, but the roots of silvery herbs.

And the corn will be whispering bent under a windy blast,
Those tales which somebody in bore has thought up of us.

I am tired of lying - icy ground is squeezing my breast.
Minstrel, sing a song of summer, which came from the West!

Let your song destroy the spells, interwoven over me,
So that though in a dream I can be unchained and free!
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