The Lay of Lorniel: 1. I

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1. I

 Aruthir, Men called him;

A scholar wise and true

Lorniel, Elves called her;

Beauteous as the moon

Long he rode the highways

Long did he serve his king

Long did she tell her tales

Long her songs did she sing

One day their tales did meet

One day their fates were twined;

One day the Gods weren't looking

One day the Gods were blind

Aruthir was unhorsed

Whilst through her lands he rode

Lorniel she heard him

And to his cries she strode

In a glade she found him

Wounded he was, alone

His steed its steps had faltered

Had stumbled on a stone

Upon his face she gazed

And though it cost her dear

She marvelled on his count'nance

She marvelled in his fea

Elves had Men loved before;

Though it had caused much grief

The Gift of Man was two-edged;

Both blessing and a thief.

Lorniel she raised him up

And healed him with her art

And though she never knew it

To him she lost her heart.

His wounds they healed right swiftly

But in her woods he stayed

From his mission he tarried;

For love of her he strayed.

They walked under the moonlight

They danced amidst the shade

For far too long he wandered

And laughed in Elven glade.

Too soon his mem'ry found him

And on at last he rode

Though chains of love they bound him

He fled from her abode.

"I shall return, Lorniel!"

He cried as off he sped.

"Oh, be it soon, my darling!"

These were the words she said.

So time it passed, as always

And Lorniel was wroth-

Where had her Aruthir gone?

When would they plight their troth?

The woods were plagued with darkness

And strife it cost them dear

But Lorniel cared not a jot-

For he did not appear.

Day turned into night to week

From week to month to year

Yet still Lorniel waited

In hope he would appear

Winter came and winter went

And yet she had no sign

But Lorniel, she waited

Each fresh new moon a sign.

"He has been slowed," she muttered

"His kingdom is at war-

Or even worse, famine and plague

Are lurking at the door."

The years turned into decades

And still he had not came

And Lorniel, through foolish pride

Bowed not her head in shame.

Until one day a pilgrim

Came riding through the wood

Her Aruthir, at last he came

A-riding through her wood.

"Aruthir!" Lorniel cried,

But turned he not to her.

"Aruthir!" she cried again

But on his horse did ride.

"Aruthir!" Lorniel scream'd;

As bright as fire she burned.

"Aruthir!" the Elf-maid sobbed

And finally he turned.

Face-to-face she looked at him,

Her eyes abrim with tears;

An Elf-maid lost, maddened with love-

Driven so by long years.

"Have changed I so, my lovely?

Has time so marred my face?

Accursed be the years

That tied me to this place!"

Her gaze he could not meet

Her words he answered not

For truth he dared not speak

For pain it was truth's lot

"Aruthir!" she cried out,

"For love we once did share

If you forsake me now

Then never did you care!"

"Lorniel," he whispered,

"Make not me say this thing

For what I have to tell you

Hurts more than anything."

"Aruthir I am not

Nor even am his son

Aranthir, they call me

For grandfather long gone."

She saw it in his tears

She heard it in his words

All hope she'd had was lost;

Flown far as autumn birds.

She fled from him, she did

Into the woods she ran

Fled blindly, fled madly

And cursed the Gift of Man.

None saw her after that-

The woods swallowed her whole

No cure for her grief;

No joy left in her soul.

Hear now the song I sing you

Note down the words I say

Note well message bring you

Until your dying day.

Elves and men, they should never meet

For alas the Gift is cruel

For e'en the best and brightest

Find love is monstrous cruel.

Head on thy way, my audience

And remember my song

For though they say they that love is sweet

Sometimes, my friends…

It's wrong.

This is a work of fan fiction, written because the author has an abiding love for the works of J R R Tolkien. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema, except for certain original characters who belong to the author of the said work. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for presenting the work on this archive site. The work is the intellectual property of the author, is available solely for the enjoyment of Henneth Annûn Story Archive readers, and may not be copied or redistributed by any means without the explicit written consent of the author.

Story Information

Author: Aruthir

Status: General

Completion: Complete

Era: 2nd Age - Pre-Rings

Genre: Poetry

Rating: General

Last Updated: 06/14/13

Original Post: 06/14/13

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