the story of beren and lúthien ~ finished by geoff zeiger
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When Morgoth in that day of doom
had slain the Trees and filled with gloom
the shining land of Valinor,
there Fëanor and his sons then swore
the mighty oath upon the hill 1660
of tower-crownéd Tûn, that still
wrought wars and sorrow in the world.
From darkling seas the fogs unfurled
their blinding shadows grey and cold
where Glingal once had bloomed with gold 1665
and Belthil bore its silver flowers.
The mists were mantled round the towers
of the Elves' white city by the sea.
There countless torches fitfully
did start and twinkle, as the Gnomes 1670
were gathered to their fading homes,
and thronged the long and winding stair
that led to the wide echoing square.
There Fëanor mourned his jewels divine,
the Silmarils he made. Like wine 1675
his wild and potent words them fill;
a great host hearkens deathly still.
But all he said both wild and wise,
half truth and half the fruit of lies
that Morgoth sowed in Valinor, 1680
in other songs and other lore
recorded is. He bade them flee
from lands divine, to cross the sea,
the pathless plains, the perilous shores
where ice-infested water roars; 1685
to follow Morgoth to the unlit earth
leaving their dwellings and olden mirth;
to go back to the Outer Lands
to wars and weeping. There their hands
they joined in vows, those kinsmen seven, 1690
swearing beneath the stars of Heaven,
by Varda the Holy that them wrought
and set them in the deeps to flame.
Timbrenting's holy height they name,
whereon are built the timeless halls 1695
of Manwë Lord of Gods. Who calls
these names in witness may not break
his oath, though earth and heaven shake.
Curufin, Celegorm the fair,
Damrod and Díriel were there, 1700
and Cranthir dark, and Maedhros tall
whom after torment should befall,
and Maglor the mighty who like the sea
with deep voice sings yet mournfully.
"Be he friend or foe, or seed defiled 1705
of Morgoth Bauglir, or mortal child
that in after days on earth shall dwell,
no law, nor love, nor league of hell,
not might of Gods, not moveless fate
shall him defend from wrath and hate 1710
of the sons of Fëanor, who takes or steals
or finding keeps the Silmarils,
the thrice-enchanted globes of light
that shine until the final night."
The wars and wandering of the Gnomes 1715
this tale tells not. Far from their homes
they fought and laboured in the North.
Fingon daring alone went forth
and sought for Maedhros where he hung;
in torment terrible he swung, 1720
his wrist in band of forgéd steel,
from a sheer precipice where reel
the dizzy senses staring down
from Thangorodrim's stony crown.
The song of Fingon Elves yet sing, 1725
captain of armies, Gnomish king,
who fell at last in flame of swords
with his white banners and his lords.
They sing how Maedhros free he set,
and stayed the feud that slumbered yet 1730
between the children proud of Finn.
Then joined once more they hemmed him in,
even great Morgoth, and their host
beleaguered Angband, till they boast
no Orc nor demon ever dare 1735
their leaguer break or past them fare.
Then days of solace woke on earth
beneath the new-lit sun, and mirth
was heard in the Great Lands where Men,
a young race, spread and wandered then. 1740
That was the time that songs do call
the Siege of Angband, when like a wall
the Gnomish swords did fence the earth
from Morgoth's ruin, a time of birth,
of blossoming, of flowers, of growth; 1745
but still there held the deathless oath,
and still the Silmarils were deep
in Angband's darkly-dolven keep.
An end there came, when fortune turned,
and fires of Morgoth's vengeance burned, 1750
and all the might which he prepared
in secret in his fastness flared
and poured across the Thirsty Plain;
and armies black were in his train.
The leaguer of Angband Morgoth broke; 1755
his enemies in fire and smoke
were scattered, and the Orcs there slew
and slew, until the blood like dew
dripped from each cruel and crooked blade.
Then Barahir the bold did aid 1760
with mighty spear, with shield and men,
Felagund wounded. To the fen
escaping, there they bound their troth,
and Felagund deeply swore an oath
of friendship to his kin and seed, 1765
of love and succour in time of need.
But there of Finrod's children four
were Angrod slain and proud Egnor.
Felagund and Orodreth then
gathered the remnant of their men, 1770
their maidens and their children fair;
forsaking war they made their lair
and cavernous hold far in the south.
On Narog's towering bank its mouth
was opened, which they hid and veiled, 1775
and mighty doors that unassailed
till Túrin's day stood vast and grim,
they built by trees o'ershadowed dim.
And with them dwelt a long time there
Curufin, and Celegorm the fair; 1780
and a mighty folk grew neath their hands
in Narog's secret halls and lands.
Thus Felagund in Nargothrond
still reigned, a hidden king whose bond
was sworn to Barahir the bold. 1785
And now his son through forests cold
wandered alone as in a dream.
Esgalduin's dark and shrouded stream
he followed, till its waters frore
were joined to Sirion, Sirion hoar, 1790
pale silver water wide and free
rolling in splendour to the sea.
Now Beren came unto the pools,
wide shallow meres where Sirion cools
his gathered tide beneath the stars, 1795
ere chafed and sundered by the bars
of reedy banks a mighty fen
he feeds and drenches, plunging then
into vast caverns underground,
where many miles his way is wound. 1800
Umboth-Muilin, Twilight Meres,
those great wide waters grey as tears
the Elves then named. Through driving rain
from thence across the Guarded Plain
the Hills of the Hunters Beren saw 1805
with bare tops bitten bleak and raw
by western winds; but in the mist
of streaming rains that flashed and hissed
into the meres he knew there lay
beneath those hills the cloven way 1810
of Narog, and the watchful halls
of Felagund beside the falls
of Ingwil tumbling from the wold.
An everlasting watch they hold,
the Gnomes of Nargothrond renowned, 1815
and every hill is tower-crowned,
where wardens sleepless peer and gaze
guarding the plain and all the ways
'tween Narog swift and Sirion pale;
and archers whose arrows never fail 1820
there range the woods, and secret kill
all who creep thither against their will.
Yet now he thrusts into that land
bearing the gleaming ring on hand
of Felagund, and oft doth cry: 1825
"Here comes no wandering Orc or spy,
but Beren son of Barahir,
who once to Felagund was dear."
So ere he reached the eastward shore
of Narog, that doth foam and roar 1830
o'er boulders black, those archers green
came round him. When the ring was seen
they bowed before him, though his plight
was poor and beggarly. Then by night
they led him northward, for no ford 1835
nor bridge was built where Narog poured
before the gates of Nargothrond,
and friend nor foe might pass beyond.
To northward, where that stream yet young
more slender flowed, below the tongue 1840
of foam-splashed land that Ginglith pens
when her brief golden torrent ends
and joins the Narog, there they wade.
Now swiftest journey thence they made
to Nargothrond's sheer terraces 1845
and dim gigantic palaces.
They came beneath a sickle moon
to doors there darkly hung and hewn
with posts and lintels of ponderous stone
and timbers huge. Now open thrown 1850
were gaping gates, and in they strode
where Felagund on throne abode.
Fair were the words of Narog's king
to Beren, and his wandering
and all his feuds and bitter wars 1855
recounted soon. Behind closed doors
they sat, while Beren told his tale
of Doriath; and words him fail
recalling Lúthien dancing fair
with wild white roses in her hair, 1860
recalling her elven voice that rung
while stars in twilight round her hung.
He spake of Thingol's marvelous halls
by enchantment lit, where fountain falls
and ever the nightingale doth sing 1865
to Melian and to her king.
The quest he told that Thingol laid
in scorn on him; how for love of maid
more fair than ever was born to Men,
of Tinúviel, of Lúthien, 1870
he must essay the burning waste,
and doubtless death and torment taste.
This Felagund in wonder heard,
and heavily spake at last this word:
"It seems that Thingol doth desire 1875
thy death. The everlasting fire
of those enchanted jewels all know
is cursed with an oath of endless woe,
and Fëanor's sons alone by right
are lords and masters of their light. 1880
He cannot hope within his hoard
to keep this gem, nor is he lord
of all the folk in Elfinesse.
And yet thou saist for nothing less
can thy return to Doriath 1885
be purchased? Many a dreadful path
in sooth there lies before thy feet –
and after Morgoth, still a fleet
untiring hate, as I know well,
would hunt thee from heaven unto hell. 1890
Fëanor's sons would, if they could,
slay thee ere ever thou reached his wood
or laid in Thingol's lap that fire,
or gained at least thy sweet desire.
Lo! Celegorm and Curufin 1895
dwell this very realm within,
and even though I, Finrod's son,
am King, a mighty power have won,
and many of their own folk lead.
Friendship to me in every need 1900
they have yet shown, but much I fear
that to Beren son of Barahir
mercy or love they will not show
if once thy dreadful quest they know."
True words he spake, for when the king 1905
to all his people told this thing,
and spake of the oath to Barahir,
and how that mortal shield and spear
had saved them from Morgoth and from woe
on Northern battlefields long ago, 1910
then many were kindled in their hearts
once more to battle. But up there starts
amid the throng, and loudly cries
for hearing, one with flaming eyes,
proud Celegorm with flaming hair 1915
and shining sword. Then all men stare
upon his stern unyielding face,
and a great hush falls upon that place.
"Be he friend or foe, or demon wild
of Morgoth, Elf or mortal child, 1920
or any that here on earth may dwell,
no law, no love, no league of hell,
no might of Gods, no binding spell
shall him defend from hatred fell
of the sons of Fëanor, whoso take or steal 1925
or finding keep a Silmaril.
These we alone do claim by right,
our thrice-enchanted jewels bright."
Many wild and potent words he spoke,
and as before in Tûn awoke 1930
his father's voice their hearts to fire,
so now dark fear and brooding ire
he cast on them, foreboding war
of friend with friend; and pools of gore
their minds imagined lying red 1935
in Nargothrond about the dead
did Narog's host with Beren go;
or haply battle, ruin and woe
in Doriath where great Thingol reigned,
if Fëanor's fatal jewel he gained. 1940
And even such as were most true
to Felagund his oath did rue,
and thought with terror and despair
of seeking Morgoth in his lair
with force or guile. This Curufin 1945
when his brother ceased did then begin
more to impress upon their minds;
and such a spell he on them binds
that never again till Túrin's day
would Gnome of Narog in array 1950
of open battle go to war.
With secrecy, ambush, spies and lore
of wizardry, with silent leaguer
of wild things wary, watchful, eager,
of phantom hunters, venomed darts, 1955
and unseen stealthy creeping arts,
with padding hatred that its prey
with feet of velvet all the day
followed remorseless out of sight
and slew it unawares at night – 1960
thus they defended Nargothrond,
forgetting kin and solemn bond
for dread of Morgoth that the art
of Curufin set within their heart.
So they would not that angry day 1965
King Felagund their lord obey,
but sullen murmured that Finrod
nor yet his son were as a god.
Then Felagund took off his crown
and at his feet he cast it down, 1970
the silver helm of Nargothrond:
"Yours ye may break, but I my bond
must keep, and kingdom here forsake.
If hearts were here that did not quake,
or that to Finrod's son were true, 1975
then I at least should find a few
to go with me, not like a poor
rejected beggar scorn endure,
turned from my gates to leave my town,
my people, and my realm and crown!" 1980
Hearing these words there swiftly stood
beside him ten tried warriors good,
men of his house who had ever fought
wherever his banners had been brought.
One stooped and lifted up his crown, 1985
and said: "O king, to leave this town
is now our fate, but not to lose
thy rightful lordship. Thou shalt choose
one to be steward in thy stead."
Then Felagund upon the head 1990
of Orodreth set it: "Brother mine,
till I return this crown is thine."
Then Celegorm no more would stay,
and Curufin smiled and turned away.