Quenta Sillimarion – Of Beren and Luthien

He chanted a song of wizardry,
Of piercing, opening of treachery,
Revealing, uncovering, betraying.
Then sudden Felagund there swaying,
Sang in answer of song a staying,
Resisting, battling against power,
Of secrets kept, strength like a tower,
And trust unbroken, freedom, escape,
Of changing and of shipting shape,
Of snares eluded, broken traps,
The prison opening, the chain that snaps,
Backwards and forwards swayed their song.
Reeling and foundering 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 Nargothrond,
The sighing 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 Noldor slew,
The foamriders, the stealing drew,
Their white ships with their white sails,
From lamplit heavens. The wind wails,
The wolf howls. The ravens flee.
The ice mutters in mouths of the Sea.
The captives sad in Angband mourn,
Thunder rumbles, the fires burn-
And Finrod fell before the throne.