never-pure-again:
That hair
Once waving in the wind so fair
Faded yellow
That spirit so mellow
Now burning in despair
And your heart is on fire
It is enlightened
emblazons the sky
After you have sighted
Someone to follow
Someone so right
Though words so hollow
Echoing in the night.
Your eyes turned red
Poisoned by that longing
Great ideas
That Melkor put in your head
Then blood drips down from your lips
The werewolves are howling away
Your fate is in your fingertips
Your heart was led astray.
You fear their judgement
You know them well
Long lived amongst them
Before you fell
But the Noldor’s eyes
They shine so bright
Believing in good
Loving your light.
And you made them do it
You showed them how
Forging the rings
To before you bow
Only one you keep
And they have three
The power over nine
But they remain free
And you march into battle
His body as banner
Celebrimbor’s life
For his overbearing manner.
And you lose your body
When you lose your ring
Remain a spirit
With evil to bring
Though you try hard
To again take fair form
It is too late
For the upcoming storm
And you wilt in your tower
Think back many years
Remember Äule
The light of the trees
Only for power
Flowed so many tears
What remains in your heart
Is hatred and wrath
All ideals burned out
And left for death
Now no one awaits you
In Mandos’ hall
You are broken
And you broke the world
With the words that were spoken
To rule them all.
darkodordevic:
Late night #doodle #lady #galadriel #royal #elf #thelordoftherings #tolkien #darkodordevic #illustration #drawing
egobarriart:
Námo judging Fëanor in his Halls
Commission for @feanope ✨
travelingarda:
all my late drawings of maedhros have been him in various stares of pissed off so i’m breaking this streak now.
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