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| The Lay of Le�thian He chanted a song of wizardry, Of piercing, opening, of threacery, Revealing, uncovering, beraying. Then sudden Felagund there swaying Sang in answer a song of staying, Resisting, batteling against power, Of secrets kept, strenght like a tower And trust unbroken, freedom, escaspe; Of changing and of shifting shape, Of snares eluded, broken traps, The prison opening, the chains that snaps. Bacwards and forwards swayed their song. Reeling and foundening, as ever more strong The chanting swelled, Felagund fought, And all the magic and might he brought Of Elvenesse into his words. Softly in the gloom they heard the birds Singing afar in Nargothond, The singing of the sea beyond Beyond the western world, on sand, On sand of pearls in Elvenland. Then the gloom gathered; darkness growing In Valinor, the red blood flowing Beside the sea, where the Noldor slew The foamriders, and stealing drew The white ships with teir white sails From lamplit havens. The wind wails, The wolf howls. The ravens flee. The ice mutters in the mouths of the sea. The captives sad in Angband mourn. Thunder rumbles, the fires burn - And Finrod fell before the throne |