SCRIPTURIENS

Luthien, running from  Hirilorn (they should have known she was up to something when all you could listen all day from the treehouse was ‘My heart will go on’ on repeat);

Complete Valentine series post!

on February 14, 3019, Gandalf the White arose from death in his true form and set out once more to walk the stones of Middle-Earth

The poem calls to mind JRRT’s earlier version of Nienna (”Fui”).  Excerpted from HoMe I, The Book of Lost Tales I:

To Ve Fui came not much, for she laboured rather at the distilling of salt humours whereof are tears, and black clouds she wove and floated up that they were caught in the winds and went about the world, and their lightless webs settled ever and anon upon those that dwelt therein. Now these tissues were despairs and hopeless mourning, sorrows and blind grief. The hall that she loved best was one yet wider and more dark than Ve, and she too named it with her own name, calling it Fui. Therein before her black chair burnt a brazier with a single flickering coal, and the roof was of bats’ wings, and the pillars that upheld it and the walls about were made of basalt. Thither came the sons of Men to hear their doom, and thither are they brought by all the multitude of ills that Melko’s evil music set within the world.