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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..

It's a circle of sonnets written mostly after the fiction of JRRT and his fans , and the fantasy at all.

The voice of the Sea Legolas have seen is so irresistible, but the parting with his beloved home is too bitter. How could one heart to bear such a contradiction?

Even in the darkest times of the Middleearth, while Morgoth was reigning in the North, the fair and undefiled land of Elves was a stronghold of Hope and its rivers were streaming free.

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