I am the eldest Son of Fire
Born with hair alight as flame
One half my spirit a blazing pyre
The other half less strong, yet tame.
Expectations Fire laid on me
To burn as bright, as bright as he
‘Try son, try, alight aflame!’
But I could not, you see.
Six more sons borne of the Flame
One to four, then two the same
My younger brothers; the Singer, the Fair,
The Dark, the Crafty, the Red Twins were there.
Seven embers to follow the Fire
To whatever end. He would swear
Against the Powers, he called Them ‘Liars!’
His flaming Oath spread everywhere
To the Swan-haven, to take the Ships
On we marched, burning bright
And when the Ships would not surrender-
Ai, the madness! - Our kin’s hopeless fight.
On we sailed, forsaking our cousins
On we sailed, blood on our hands
Burning the Swan-ships, so they could not follow
Leaving them to ice-wasted lands.
Then came a battle, a terrible night
When us Kinslayers fought under starlight
The Morgoth’s armies, such a dreadful blight
But of no match for our darkened might.
Victory was ours, we cheered ‘Noldor!’
But my father the Fire would not be tamed
Now he was searing, rode t’wards Death’s Door
But crushed, his Fire extinguished and maimed.
We Seven bore his body, ruined by Demon
Barely over the mountains we mourned
As our Fire passed to Mandos
His body by his spirit burned
And then the Crown should’ve passed to me
But before I could decide
If I should suffer the burden of King
I was chained to a cliff by one-handed steel ring
Thangorodrim! Ai, the pain!
Never had I fathomed such agony
Hung against gravity, ever pulling me down
Betrayed by my own tall body
Then came a voice, so fair and sad
Familiar music to my ears
The Valiant I begged, begged to release me
‘Send me to Mandos, end my suffering!’
But Eagle great the Valiant rode
And with sword bright, smote at the chain
And when the iron clasp would not falter
My right hand was severed and replaced the pain
From then on I fought with my left
And became skilled in doing so
The Crown I passed to Fingolfin noble
Hoping family love would again grow
From then on, is history
Study the scrolls, you will learn
About Sudden Flame- the Death, the fear!
Glory and Unnumbered Tears
Two Kinslayings added to our list of shame
Doriath, ravaged by brothers who fell,
The Fair, the Dark and the Crafty Little-father
Departed to Mandos, left legends to tell
The Sack of Sirion, haven so free
The Elves last hope was attacked my me
And my last three brothers, Singer and the Twins
Burying ourselves deeper into Sin.
For three Fire-stars, my father’s Gems
Was the blood defiled and the Twins broken
Leaving only Singer and me
To fulfill the Oath for Powers to see
Last Silmarils recovered, my hand burning pain
Singer and I escaped to the plains
Where, purpose completed, I made my choice
And into a chasm, brother last heard my voice
They called me the Tall, and also Well-shaped
My name was Third Finwë and Coppertop to my friends
An Oath-swearer, Kinslayer, one of the Seven
Of Fire I was born and in Flames I end.
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