Title: the Flight of Isilnaro
Date: N/A
Comment: During the days between LOTR:TT and LOTR:ROTK, I started writing a story of my own. It followed Arathisil, female Ranger, and her friends as they did all they could to help get the one Ring to Mordor. Isilnaro is one of Arathisil's names (as is Terra Landragor), and this poem is one of several of her legend. "Isilnaro" has something to do with the moon. I no longer remember.
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From the dusk her head did rise
_______Fighting in the lonely hidden
Slaying faceless in the night skies
_______Displaying blade; blood out, blood in
With many at the Moon's side
_______Dark falls reguardless companions
Emotions deep, they hide
_______Tears roll down, hidden - falling
Lorien could not heal the wound
_______Alone she is, never falter
And like the Rivendell tied - doom
_______her face with dull like a fighter
The Moon glides up in the night
_______Fair Isilnaro runs like a humming bird flies
Behind the clouds to hide the light
_______Piercing through only with her eyes
Like the trees of Lothlorien, she is still
_______Hidden amoungst the like surroundings
Across the field she approached the hill
_______Standing against the Moon with the shinings
Like brown fire flowing in the wind
_______Her hair glistens, nothing before
Walking alone along the river Gladden
_______The name they know - Terra Landragor
Moon fair and high rising, with Sun setting
_______Isilnaro raising her blade up with fire
Spreading her silver wings - sharp flying
_______Over the forest, she passed the Shire
Fair skin lying in that path past
_______Sitting always under the red stained Moon
Arathisil of the old Kingdom's first and last
_______Such a true and fair beauty born of doom
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