Of Fury, Flame and Quiet Snow by potorov  

Of Fury, Flame and Quiet Snow

Fury of Fingolfin

Tell of Fingolfin upon pathless white,
Where deathly mists made ice and heaven one;
His fury bore their lights through frozen night.

Deep-sunken ice-hills ground beyond all sight.
Each ridge they crossed disclosed a colder one.
Tell of Fingolfin upon pathless white.

Far Losgar’s flames had stained the clouded night;
Their ashes marked the road that now was none.
His fury bore their lights through frozen night.

When Elenwë was lost beneath the white,
Turgon sought both; his arms bore forth but one.
Tell of Fingolfin upon pathless white.

Still light by light the host endured the night;
Their feet laid down a road beneath no sun.
His fury bore their lights through frozen night.

Far ice lay crowned beneath the Moon’s first light;
Dark earth received their ice-torn feet, hard-won.
Tell of Fingolfin upon pathless white.
His fury bore their lights through frozen night.


Quiet of Elenwë

Tell of Elenwë; song still bears her name.
She sought no exile, yet followed the one.
The choice was hers; no words beside it came.

The tale bears grinding ice within its frame.
Before the Sun, they passed where roads were none.
Tell of Elenwë; song still bears her name.

Elenwë, Turgon, Idril onward came.
Three walked as one; no breaking had begun.
The choice was hers; no words beside it came.

When ice was rent, he strove for both the same.
From the dark waters, he bore forth but one.
Tell of Elenwë; song still bears her name.

Her name we bear; her voice we cannot frame.
No child who lives can make a death undone.
The choice was hers; no words beside it came.

Dawn crowned far peaks; the loss remained the same.
Yet Idril watched the snows burn in the Sun.
Tell of Elenwë; song still bears her name.
The choice was hers; no words beside it came.