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Lina a' haba Alasse' (Song to my Joy)

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Poetry

OOC NOTE: the link below leads to the melody Lamaenon sings in private. I did not come up with the song in the link. I just use the first half for rp purposes. Lam's voice is a little lower than the male singing in the song.

Upon Spending Time in the Barrow Downs

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Poetry
Curious pathway, hidden by rock,
You beckon me, beckon me,
calling me to take stock,
of what great new wonders I may find,
ignoring the friends who might tell me to mind,
To mi

Home

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No walls or windows, nor doors of oak.

Yet, a fire is stoked.

He favors these things above-all:

a bedroll, canvas, and the night that falls.

(Bleh, my first attempt at a poem. >_<)

The Breaking

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

What happens when

A love is broken?

 

Does it whither in the sun

Or walk away and then break to a run?

 

Does it shatter like glass between hammer and anvil

Or is it a relief and help you fulfill?

 

Does it freeze

in the back of one's heart?

 

Does it melt

Menelvagor, hunter's friend

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Said to first have risen at the awakening of the Elves at Cuiviénen, the stars of Menelvagor are seen by silvan elves as the Great Bowman guarding the marches of the world.

 

 

 

Of the Sun and Moon

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry
(You see a piece of paper balled up on the ground, thrown away in frustration.  You open it up, and find a song or a poem, mostly scratched out.  Clearly a minstrel wrote this, or was working on it, and got frustrated, unnable to find the right words.)

Of the Sun and Moon

~L

Marvelous rays!

Devine Perfect fire!

Twice Burrow Warming Party

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Simbo recite a poem for Amorey and Isenbert  Burrow Warming Party in Oldfurlong

 

Winter Winds - A Poem

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Poetry

Whispers on winter winds, a hug, a song, a smile
Of friends and love they sing, It made it all worthwhile.

No, I could never count all the stars I can  see
Nor measure the amount of  things you were to me

The Daughter of Reluctant Vengeance

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

Conceived a year before the Day of the Red Sea,
Born to Vengeful mother, gone to flee,
Gone over Ice in pursuit of dreaded twilight,
Betrayed by vengeful king who slipped through eyesight,
O glorious white ship, stained with blood!
Sailed beyond their sight, drowned by the sea flood,

The Inn Of The Prancing Pony

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry


Gather around dear friends, and I'll tell you a tale.
Of what can befall a young hobbit, who's taken with ale.
 
My story takes place in the town of Bree
I'd gone seeking my fortune at The Prancing Pony
Pies, puddings and fishcakes I'd taken with me
To trade with Barliman for a reasonable fee.
 

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