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poetry

Scriosadh

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

Not with a sword were you vanquished;
The ink was indeed mightier.
The tyrant's words lodged in your throat.
His poisonous tongue, a yoke on your neck.

Gest of the Seafarers

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

Gest of the Seafarers

 

A Riddle, and Run of Clues

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

R:

No key, this,

by no ring hung:

held aloft,

and with pride

loud-sung!

 

Opposed pride

so-rendered unstung.

 

Thus way is given,

and more than way:

kinship and fealty

play part in this lay.

 

C. I:

Yet not overlong.

For pride - even well-tended

- unchecked,

needs cause much

be broken,

be mended.

 

C. II:

What bites itself,

as stubborn buckle-strap?

A Riddle, and Brace of Clues

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

R.:

From bearded mouth, a hope to glean;

its rede: to keep its host unseen.

Water issued to those water-keen,

succour offered to those dread-fleeing.

Water only now held aloft:

What is the name of this proud mouth?

 

C. I:

Which Ulmo booned, afore its need.

Toothless not, 'midst wind-sung beard.

What bonds proclaimed; what deeds slept near!

What songs thereby the eld did hear!

 

C. II:

In peace a charm, in war held the least,

its swallowing-up:

A Wanderer's song

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

Why wentest thou a-roving? 

Oh why so far from me?

Where cold ground unforgiving

Vairë's Tapestry

in
What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

In halls are hung the storied webs, 

Tears of the world worked by hands 

Deftly moving warp and weft, 

Winter Wanderings

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

The strum of the strings, stolen by howls 

of the frozen wind in fields forsaken

The Fall of Shepstead III

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

Fortune turned as faded strength

Bright eyed Baldric with battered shield

Dulled with dust, dented with blows

The Fall of Shepstead II

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

(See part I: https://laurelinarchives.org/node/63225)

 

But scoffs then Sigehelm scornful laughing

“This bumbling boy bursting into the hall

The Fall of Shepstead: Poem

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry
Over the meadhall rose,               the mighty sun,
Morning breaking,                on men rejoicing

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