Below is a brief musing on the second Sack of Doriath, a disturbing event from Aduialant's youth. She prefers to never speak of it, but composing poetry is oft a method of catharsis for the lady.
The stars of Elbereth on high shone white,
As graceful maidens danced on long grass grown
And sang sweet songs that echoed in the night
The trees stood tall above with noble height
And all the while as blossoms fell, wind-blown,
The stars of Elbereth on high shone white
Red crackling fire gleamed on faces bright,
While minstrels played their melodies well-known,
And sang sweet songs that echoed in the night
But to that merry gathering came the blight
of Death that on swift wings to them had flown;
The stars of Elbereth on high shone white.
For kings and wrathful lords in all their might
Care not for simple folk who dream unknown
And sing sweet songs that echo in the night
A haunting silence filled the still twilight
While glimmering in the heavens all alone,
The stars of Elbereth on high shone white
And sang sweet songs that echoed in the night
