Silmarillion: Poetry: Aica a Vanima (Perilous and Fair)

[lferion]

Title: Aica a Vanima (Perilous and Fair)
Fandom: Silmarillion
Challenge: Wings
Bingo prompt: Hunt
Rating: G
Length: 120
Content notes: N/A
Author notes: Thanks go to Morgynleri for encouragement & sanity-checking.
Summary: Maglor reflects on more pleasant (though not safe by any means) aspects of Middle Earth.




O ask no leave to love, but seek what joy
May yet be found neath moon or sun or star
White wing, white wave, these dark cannot destroy
Though shadow fall on lands both near and far
Still mountains rise, once stark in starlight clear
All silver, black and shades of grey; now seen
In sunlight many-hued, and no less dear;
Though vale and peak be parlous, hunter-green
A land to love in any light or shade
This Middle-Earth, this Arda, marred, yet bright
With raven wings and water: no doom laid
Nor danger, grief or strife will quench that light
     Though peril there is always, on this earth
     So too love, with hope and tears and mirth

Comments

[morgynleri]

*reads again, because feels and glee and awesome*

[edenfalling]

*applauds*

[mrkinch]

Gorgeous!

[the_borozonian]

I am crying now.

This was filled with a beautiful, haunting darkness and yet, such soaring hopefulness. I could feel this to my bones.

Thank you. Thank you.

Athena