Eärendil was a mariner<br> that tarried in Arvernien;<br> he built a boat of timber felled<br> in Nimbrethil to journey in;<br> her sails he wove of silver fair,<br> of silver were her lanterns made,<br> her prow was fashioned like a swan,<br> and light upon her banners laid.<br> <br> In panoply of ancient kings,<br> in chaind rings he armoured him;<br> his shining shield was scored with runes<br> to ward all wounds and harm from him;<br> his bow was made of dragon-horn,<br> his arrows shorn of ebony,<br> of silver was his habergeon,<br> his scabbard of chalcedony;<br> his sword of steel was valiant,<br> of adamant his helmet tall,<br> an eagle-plume upon his crest,<br> upon his breast an emerald.<br> <br> Beneath the Moon and under star<br> he wandered far from northern strands,<br> bewildered on enchanted ways<br> beyond the days of mortal lands.<br> From gnashing of the Narrow Ice<br> where shadow lies on frozen hills,<br> from nether heats and burning waste<br> he turned in haste, and roving still<br> on starless waters far astray<br> at last he came to Night of Naught,<br> and passed, and never sight he saw<br> of shining shore nor light he sought.<br> <br> The winds of wrath came driving him,<br> and blindly in the foam he fled<br> from west to east and errandless,<br> unheralded he homeward sped.<br> <br> There flying Elwing came to him,<br> and flame was in the darkness lit;<br> more bright than light of diamond<br> the fire upon her carcanet.<br> The Silmaril she bound on him<br> and crowned him with the living light<br> and dauntless then with burning brow<br> he turned his prow; and in the night<br> from Otherworld beyond the Sea<br> there strong and free a storm arose,<br> a wind of power in Tarmenel;<br> by paths that seldom mortal goes<br> his boat it bore with biting breath<br> as might of death across the grey<br> and long-forsaken seas distressed:<br> from east to west he passed away.<br> <br> Through Evernight he back was borne<br> on black and roaring waves that ran<br> o'er leagues unlit and foundered shores<br> that drowned before the Days began,<br> until he heard on strands of pearl<br> when ends the world the music long,<br> where ever foaming billows roll<br> the yellow gold and jewels wan.<br> He saw the Mountain silent rise<br> where twilight lies upon the knees<br> of Valinor, and Eldamar<br> beheld afar beyond the seas.<br> A wanderer escaped from night<br> to haven white he came at last,<br> to Elvenhome the green and fair<br> where keen the air, where pale as glass<br> beneath the Hill of Ilmarin<br> a-glimmer in a valley sheer<br> the lamplit towers of Tirion<br> are mirrored on the Shadowmere.<br> <br> He tarried there from errantry,<br> and melodies they taught to him,<br> and sages old him marvels told,<br> and harps of gold they brought to him.<br> <br> They clothed him then in elven-white,<br> and seven lights before him sent,<br> as through the Calacirian<br> to hidden land forlorn he went.<br> He came unto the timeless halls<br> where shining fall the countless years,<br> and endless reigns the Elder King<br> in Ilmarin on Mountain sheer;<br> and words unheard were spoken then<br> of folk of Men and Elven-kin,<br> beyond the world were visions showed<br> forbid to those that dwell therein.<br> <br> A ship then new they built for him<br> of mithril and of elven-glass<br> with shining prow; no shaven oar<br> nor sail she bore on silver mast:<br> the Silmaril as lantern light<br> and banner bright with living flame<br> to gleam thereon by Elbereth<br> herself was set, who thither came<br> and wings immortal made for him,<br> and laid on him undying doom,<br> to sail the shoreless skies and come<br> behind the Sun and light of Moon.<br> <br> From Evereven's lofty hills<br> where softly silver fountains fall<br> his wings him bore, a wandering light,<br> beyond the mighty Mountain Wall.<br> From World's End then he turned away<br> and yearned again to find afar<br> his home through shadows journeying,<br> and burning as an island star<br> on high above the mists he came,<br> a distant flame before the Sun,<br> a wonder ere the waking dawn<br> where grey the Norland waters run.<br> <br> And over Middle-earth he passed<br> and heard at last the weeping sore<br> of women and of elven-maids<br> in Elder Days, in years of yore.<br> gut on him mighty doom was laid,<br> till Moon should fade, an orbd star<br> to pass, and tarry never more<br> on Hither Shores where mortals are;<br> for ever still a herald on<br> an errand that should never rest<br> to bear his shining lamp afar,<br> the Flammifer of Westernesse.<br> <br>
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