[u]A Tolkien romance [/u]
Original song : A gothic romance, by Cradle of Filth
Performed by Aragorn :
Evening minuetto in the house of Lord Elrond
A she-elf more radiant than the moon
lowered Her mask to me.
The sublimest creature the Fëanorians, full of fire
would marvel at making their Queen.
Infusing the air with Her fragrant desire
and my heart reeled with grave poetry....
From grace I fell in love with Her
scent and feline lure
and jade woodland eyes that ushered in the purest.
Erotic laden fantasies amid this warm autumn night.
She lulled me away from the rich masquerade
and together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight.
Pearled Ithil, what spell didst thou cast on me?
Her icy kiss fervoured my neck
like whispering waves 'pon Forochel’s beach.
In a whirl of sweet voices and statues
that phantomed Rivendell’s birch trees,
this immortal seductress in white, took me....
In a pale azured dawn, like Ligeia reborn,
I tore free of my sleep – sepulchre,
on a Bruinen misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn,
lamented the spectre of Her.
Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete,
I hungered for past overtures.
The curse of unrest and her ardent caress
were much more than my soul could endure....
And I at once endeavoured to see Her again,
stirring from midnight's inertia,
knowing not even her name.
On a thin precipice over an Anduin abyss,
I rode upon a blind Warg,
drunk on red miruvor, her sweet lips on mine,
suffused with the perfume of night.
For years I scoured Middle-Earth,
in vain that we might meet again.
When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued,
I sought refuge in Lothlórien.
Sleep, usher dreams,
taint to nightmares from a sunless nether.
Mistress of my heart,
I now know what thou art !
Her voice haunts my sleep,
singing ballads Elladan and Elrohir composed together.
Deep stained pain that I had dreamt,
flaunted demise, life's punishment,
leaving little chance to see her again....
But poised nectar within my stirs up
feverous desire and morbid purpose to search
through the leaves of Caras Galadhon to where she swoons,
Lady of Imladis and Laurelindórenan.
In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels
glimpses of a heaven where Ar-Phârazon’s companies fell
to mourning the loss of their god in blackest velvet,
enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette
White niphredil for Elrond’s daughter....
Galadhrim taste my tears
and whisper haunting requiems
softly to mine ear.
Need-fires have lured Sauron’s minions here....
Nimrodel spills forth her waters,
whilst I yearn for the lips I cherish most.
We haste towards Cerin Amroth
Reason with me, Undómiel
For I must know, dost thou choose death?
My heart echoes bloodless and incensed....
Doth temptation prowl night in Elvish revelry,
did not Tinúviel came to Beren like Undómiel came to me?
On that fateful summer’s eve when we fled company,
as the music swept around us in the crisp, fated leaves.
Under Elbereth’s stars where athelas was sewn,
in a mausoleum of Ranger chieftains rent in cool marbled stone,
I am grieving the loss of Undómiel in sombre velvet,
enrobed in Death's shadow like a swifter silhouette…