Poetry A Lament for 🧝Fingon

[Elbereth Vala Varda]

…a lament to follow one of the most devastating deaths in all of Tolkien’s lore, sang by those who were left grieving…

Too long,
Too long,
Until we see your face,

So long,
So long,
The light you’ve gone to chase,

Your banner, once shining,
Now under corpses lying,

The hilt of your blade,
Upon the ground now laid,

High King of the Noldor,
High King undefeated,
You lie now in silence,
Your spirit retreated,

No body left to bury,
No head for us to crown,
Only your battered banner,
Trod into scarlet ground,

Your noble head,
Now crushed to dust,
Your kingly blood,
In dirt now runs,

No hands were there to hold you,
No throne to bear your weight,
Your body beat with maces,
Your spirit fell with pain,

Where hence shall we look,
Who shall take your place?
Who rules with such purity,
Leads with such grace?

Whose eyes see the pain,
Whose ears hear the cries,
What king for his kingdom,
So gladly would die?

Whose horn would be blown,
A trumpet of light?
Clear ringing at dawn,
To silence the night?

Who carries the heart,
Of a warrior strong?
Who has in his soul,
No evil, no wrong?

Fair King,
It is you, your spirit alone,
None other could merit,
So mighty a throne,

Valiant you ruled,
In valiance you fell,
The tale of your glory,
Forever we shall tell

Upon the ground, your banner fall,
Your noble name, your people call,
But with our voice, so fell your blood,
And now our tears, shall like it run.

Across the stars,
May Varda bear you hence,
Your silver stars,
The banner, your defense,

Across the wind,
May Manwe breathe you rest,
The crying wind,
So moaning for the blessed,

Across the trees,
Yavanna take you now,
Those vibrant trees,
With red and orange boughs,

Into the West,
Into the Light,
Away from sin,
Away from night,

Into the waves,
Behind the curtain follow,
Farewell we cry,
King Fingon Findekano.