Unsung Tales

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Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass grows, The West Wind comes walking, and about the walls it goes. I saw him ride over seven streams, over waters wide and grey. I saw him walk in empty lands, until he passed away What news from the West, O wandering wind, do you bring to me tonight? Into the shadows of the North. I saw him then no more. The North Wind may have heard the horn of the son of Denethor. From the mouths of the sea the South Wind flies, from the sandhills and the stones; The wailing of the gulls it hears, and at the gate it moans. What news from the South, O sighing wind, do you bring to me at eve? Where now is Boromir the fair? He tarries and I grieve! Ask me not of where he doth dwell - so many bones there lie On the white shores and the dark shores under the stormy sky; So many have passed down Anduin to find the flowing Sea. Ask of the North Wind news of them the North Wind sends to me! O Boromir! Beyond the gate the seaward road runs south, But you came not with the wailing gulls from the grey sea's mouth. From the Gate of Kings the North Wind rides, and past the roaring falls; And clear and cold about the tower its loud horn calls. What news from the North, O mighty wind, do you bring to me today? Beneath Amon Hen I heard his cry. There many foes he fought. His cloven shield, his broken sword, they to the water brought. His head so proud, his face so fair, his limbs they laid to rest; To Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, until the end of days.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 24, 2025

An Elven-maid there was of old, A shining star by day: Her mantle white was hemmed with gold, Her shoes of silver-grey. A star was bound upon her brows, A light was on her hair As sun upon the golden boughs In Lórien the fair. Where now she wanders none can tell, In sunlight or in shade; For lost of yore was Nimrodel And in the mountains strayed. The elven-ship in haven grey Beneath the mountain-lee Awaited her for many a day Beside the roaring sea. A wind by night in Northern lands Arose, and loud it cried, And drove the ship from elven-strands Across the streaming tide. When dawn came dim the land was lost, The mountains sinking grey Beyond the heaving waves that tossed Their plumes of blinding spray. Amroth beheld the fading shore Now low beyond the swell, And cursed the faithless ship that bore Him far from Nimrodel. Of old he was an Elven-king, A lord of tree and glen, When golden were the boughs in spring In fair Lothlórien. Of old he was an Elven-king, A lord of tree and glen, When golden were the boughs in spring In fair Lothlórien.

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 24, 2025

Éarendel arose where the shadow flows at Ocean's silent brim; through the mouth of night as a ray of light where the shores are sheer and dim (Éarendel the Evening Star) he launched his bark like a silver spark from the last and lonely sand; then on sunlit breath of day's fiery death he sailed from Westerland. (Éarendel the Evening Star) The Ship of the Moon from the East comes soon from the Haven of the Sun, of the mighty silver one. He threaded his path o'er the aftermath of the splendour of the Sun, and wandered far past many a star in his gleaming galleon. (Éarendel the Evening Star) On the gathering tide of darkness ride the argosies of the sky, and spangle the night with their sails of light as the streaming star goes by. (Éarendel the Evening Star) Then Éarendel fled from that Shipman dread beyond the dark earth's pale, back under the rim of the Ocean dim, and behind the world set sail. He threaded his path o'er the aftermath of the splendour of the Sun, and wandered far past many a star in his gleaming galleon. (Éarendel the Evening Star) The Ship of the Moon from the East comes soon from the Haven of the Sun, of the mighty silver one. The Ship of the Moon from the East comes soon from the Haven of the Sun, of the mighty silver one. Then Éarendel fled from that Shipman dread beyond the dark earth's pale, back under the rim of the Ocean dim, and behind the world set sail; and he heard the mirth of the folk of earth and the falling of their tears, as the world dropped back in a cloudy wrack on its journey down the years.

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025

The world was young, the mountains green, No stain yet on the Moon was seen, No words were laid on stream or stone When Durin woke and walked alone. The world was fair, the mountains tall, In Elder Days before the fall Of mighty kings in Nargothrond And Gondolin, who now beyond The Western Seas have passed away. A king he was on carven throne In many-pillared halls of stone With golden roof and silver floor, And runes of power upon the door. The light of sun and star and moon The light of sun and star and The world is grey, the mountains old, The forge's fire is ashen-cold; No harp is wrung, no hammer falls: The darkness dwells in Durin's halls; The shadow lies upon his tomb. But still the sunken stars appear In dark and windless Mirrormere; There lies his crown in water deep, Till Durin wakes again from sleep.

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 24, 2025

Day is ended, dim my eyes, Journey long before me lies. Farewell my friends! I hear the call. The ship's beside the stony wall. Foam is white and waves are grey; beyond the sunset leads my way. Farewell friends! The sails are set, the wind is east, the moorings fret. Shadows long before me lie, beneath the ever-bending sky. Islands lie behind the Sun that I shall raise ere all is done; lands there are to west of West, where night is quiet and sleep is rest. Day is ended, dim my eyes, Journey long before me lies. Farewell my friends! I hear the call. The ship's beside the stony wall. Foam is white and waves are grey; beyond the sunset leads my way. Farewell friends! The sails are set, the wind is east, the moorings fret. Shadows long before me lie, beneath the ever-bending sky. Islands lie behind the Sun that I shall raise ere all is done; lands there are to west of West, where night is quiet and sleep is rest. Guided by the Lonely Star, beyond the utmost harbour-bar I'll find the havens fair and free, and beaches of the Starlit Sea. Ship, my ship! I seek the West, and fields and mountains ever blest. Farewell to Middle-Earth at last. I see the Star above your mast! Day is ended, dim my eyes, Journey long before me lies. Farewell my friends! I hear the call. The ship's beside the stony wall. Foam is white and waves are grey; beyond the sunset leads my way.

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 24, 2025