TITLE: Lore of the Elven Rings AUTHOR: Victoria Leighton (Uruviel) RATING: PG PAIRING: None SUMMARY: The tale of the three elven rings... DISCLAIMER: The usual... just a recount of Tolkien's works. Passed from hand to hand. Fleeing from his gaze, Into hidden lands. The powers of the earth, Were given unto them. Captured inside gold, And the greatest of all gems. Made out of deception, By the best of elven smiths. Celebrimbor hid them, �Ere they became myth. He sent them to the strongest, And most powerful of elves. The lords and lady of virtue, Who then hid themselves. One by one Sauron called them, To take what He claimed. The three elven rings, Of whom he wished to tame. He solely wished to have them, For those weak of will, And thus he could ensnare them, And so his armies fill. But fail He did in snaring, Those of mighty mind. Through their skillful magic. Ne�er again could he find. Nenya, ring of water, Lies �neath golden leaves. It�s silver, mithril beauty, Shines like diamond beads. On an hand of fairest white, It shimmers like a star. Worn by the Lady, To keep the Wood from harm. Galadriel, its bearer, Lady of all Light, Stayed her heart from shadow, But did not join the fight. Narya, Ring of Fire, Hid by splashing waves. Where gold and ruby �guises, Awaited passing days. Cirdan, of Grey Havens, Lord of coast and shore, Held the ring in Mithlond, �Till the wizards came to lore. He passed his treasure onward, To Gandalf, cloaked in gray. And ever through fire and water, �Pon the wizard�s hand it stayed. Vilya, Ring of Air, Traveled far and wide. Til it came to Lindon, Unto Gil-Galad�s side. High king of the Noldor, He bore the gem on hand. Gold and Sapphire lights, Made the colours of this land. His army marched to darkness, With banners waving blue. To end the reign of Sauron, And bring aid to those they knew. With the battle drawing nearer, The high king grew afraid. Of the terror that awaited, Should the ring be detained. So he passed it onward, To the second in command. Thus Vilya came to Elrond, Who held it to the end. But in strength the One was greatest, And bore down upon the king, Spear did crash, and sword was broke, But naught could stay The ring. It was taken into keeping, By the mortal�s elder son. Who refused to release it, Until the end had come. |
