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The Flight of the Noldoli from Valinor

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Volume: The Lays of Beleriand
Chapter: The Flight of the Noldoli
Pages: 132–135
Paragraph count: 147
Token count: 924

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THE FLIGHT OF
⸤¶A! the Trees
⸤¶gold and silver,
⸤¶than the moon
⸤¶their fragrant frith
⸤¶gardens gleaming, once
⸤¶In death they
⸤¶from blackened branches
⸤¶and Ungoliant the
⸤¶In spider’s form
⸤¶a shuddering fear
⸤¶she weaves in
⸤¶that is black
⸤¶the light and
⸤¶Mirk goes marching,
⸤¶through the halls
⸤¶the gates of
⸤¶Lo! the Elves
⸤¶but no more
⸤¶in the winding
⸤¶towercrownëd Tûn, whose
⸤¶are drowned in
⸤¶of fog come
⸤¶and sunless seas.
⸤¶of horses’ hooves
⸤¶in hopeless hunt,
⸤¶where the Gods
⸤¶through mournful shadow,
⸤¶o’er the Blissful
⸤¶pursue unceasing. The
⸤¶is thickly thronged.
⸤¶carven of crystal
⸤¶stare and twinkle,
⸤¶and gleaming balusters
⸤¶A vague rumour
⸤¶as myriads mount
⸤¶there fills and
⸤¶wide ways of
⸤¶Of the Three
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⸤¶are none but
⸤¶The Elves of
⸤¶and starry gardens
⸤¶upon Timbrenting towering
⸤¶that day had
⸤¶mansions of Manwë
⸤¶There Bredhil the
⸤¶the Lady of
⸤¶in lights gleaming
⸤¶the cold immortal
⸤¶too fair and
⸤¶for mortal eyes,
⸤¶sat silently as
⸤¶The Foam-riders, folk
⸤¶Elves of the
⸤¶of the bays
⸤¶of silver sands
⸤¶starlit, sunlit, stones
⸤¶paleburning gems pearls
⸤¶on their shining
⸤¶clutched their laughter,
⸤¶their mirth and
⸤¶under cliffs grown
⸤¶or in shrouded
⸤¶for the light
⸤¶But the Gnomes
⸤¶marshalled and ordered
⸤¶upon the crown
⸤¶the fierce son
⸤¶he held and
⸤¶those hands whose
⸤¶knew, that none
⸤¶hath matched or
⸤¶‘Lo! slain is
⸤¶his death he
⸤¶and deep fastness,
⸤¶the Three were
⸤¶that Gnome and
⸤¶can never remake
⸤¶recarve or rekindle
⸤¶not Fëanor Finn’s
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⸤¶the light is
⸤¶the fate of
⸤¶Thus the witless
⸤¶of the Gods’
⸤¶to serve them,
⸤¶to contrive them
⸤¶their leisure to
⸤¶while they waste
⸤¶nor can Morgoth
⸤¶at countless councils.
⸤¶who have courage
⸤¶to flight, to
⸤¶The woods of
⸤¶yet in darkness
⸤¶the pathless plains
⸤¶no moon yet
⸤¶in dew and
⸤¶far better were
⸤¶than gardens of
⸤¶with idleness filled
⸤¶Yea! though the
⸤¶beyond heart’s desire
⸤¶here long and
⸤¶Our gems are
⸤¶and the Three,
⸤¶globes of crystal
⸤¶illumined, lit by
⸤¶and all hues’
⸤¶Morgoth has them
⸤¶my Silmarils. I
⸤¶unbreakable bonds to
⸤¶by Timbrenting and
⸤¶of Bredhil the
⸤¶may she hear
⸤¶unwearying unwavering through
⸤¶through leaguered lands,
⸤¶over fens and
⸤¶till I find
⸤¶of the folk
⸤¶where alone now
⸤¶Then his sons
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⸤¶crafty Curufin, Celegorm
⸤¶Damrod and Díriel
⸤¶Maglor the mighty,
⸤¶(the eldest, whose
⸤¶than his father’s
⸤¶him fate awaited
⸤¶these leapt with
⸤¶with linkëd hands
⸤¶the oath unbreakable;
⸤¶it spilled like
⸤¶of endless armies,
⸤¶‘Be he friend
⸤¶of Morgoth Bauglir,
⸤¶that in after
⸤¶shall no law
⸤¶no might nor
⸤¶defend him for
⸤¶of the sons
⸤¶or finding keep
⸤¶globes of crystal
⸤¶the Silmarils. We
⸤¶Then a mighty
⸤¶and the harkening
⸤¶‘Let us go!
⸤¶on Morgoth’s trail
⸤¶to vengeance and