Elves of The Galadhrim

I will post here all the poetry that will participe in the contest so not only the Judge to delight of thouse beautiful poems!

I will not post the name of the persons ho write them so we could keep things fair!

I will start with poetry that is not part of the competition but was written by our great allies the Elves of the Silve Bow as a dedication to our 3rd year anniversary!

Every one now raise your cup
As we all have them raised up
In order to celebrate
You’re up coming momentous date.
As your kin becomes three years of age
I bring wise words from a wise sage.

“When your kin’s number of years is three
And you live in the woods of the golden tree.
Forget not your true and noble friends
They stand with you to any end,
And if they are your friends indeed
They will help you in your hour of need.
Weather you fight to free middle earth
Or sit in you halls smoking by the hearth.

Write by Shadow Warrior
  Elves of the Silver Bow

There was a clear in the forest
where the pale moon light rest
reminded me of Lorien
passing ages may tell

of death of great kings of elves
of life and rule of a powerful elf
how the ring turned turned the land green
tales of a past age..

Lorien lives in every leaf
were the moonlight rest..

Write by talkar
Knights of the white tree

I for one, like Lorien Ale,
I sometimes drink it, In the Vale!
I can drink it by the pale,
There's nothing else like Lorien Ale.

When hearts are in doubt,
and morales fail,
you can always rely on Lorien Ale!

Write by John Dorman, Sywyn
SA: Daesigil

Now the Elves in Lorien will sing of a dwarf who was so
sweet
...Until he got some ale in him, he knocked them off their feet!

Young strong dwarf in hall, drinking up his fill
The elves, they came to him, warning him not to spill
...But he was a dwarf, and spilled it anyways.

He fell to the floor with a crash,
Causing his tankard to smash.
...Stupidly, the elves brought him more ale.

With a song in his heart, and four ale in his belly
He let out a fart, and by the gods, it was smelly!
It permeated the room, causing everyone to fall
...That's the last time we let a dwarf in THIS elven hall.

Write by Saebryn
The Brotherhood

From Celeborns orchard and fountain stream
where glisening golden rivulets flow
no brew shall be held in higher esteem
as all in Middle Earth should know

for all of those that drink conclude
that in the woods of Lorien
a legendary ale is brewed
by the hands of the elven

From the Grail that holds this sweet nectar
vacuos orbs of gas rise up
in pearl chains of splendour
in homage to this blessed cup

Made with skill and Elvish craft
akin to the sap of an ent
none can stop but finish this draught
till the last drop is spent

and all shall agree
that other drinks do pale
before the ancient pedigree
of Lorien ale.

Write by Omar
Men of the West

Lorien Ale, the best you can buy.
A fantastic drink that lifts the spirit and mind.
The potency is great, flavourful and smooth.
But the brew is secret, honest and true.
So who can handle this drink of might.
The waters making it, are cool and bright.
Merriment elves have a better resistance,
to then all, Lorian ale the best drink of all.

Write by Bloodeye
Circle Of Peace

Now, give three cheers for the Lorien Ale,
Whether it's dark, or whether it's pale,
A pint a day will keep you hale
All hail! All hail! Great Lorien Ale!

A drink that lifts the spirit and mind.
Its equal you can never find,
It's sure to help you to unwind,
All hail! All hail! Great Lorien Ale!

The elves can drink it all day long
It helps them to make merry in song
It even helps dwarves' beards grow long
All hail! All hail! Great Lorien Ale!

Now Nimorodel flows pure and clean
To make this Ale the best e'er seen
It's fit to serve to king or queen,
All hail! All hail! Great Lorien Ale!

And Celebrant flows west to east
To make this ale for our great feast
We'll serve to greatest and to least,
All hail! All hail! Great Lorien Ale!

Then take the sap from a Mallorn tree
And mix it in most carefully
A drink to warm the pure and free
All hail! All hail! Great Lorien Ale!

On this, your celebration day,
I hope you all are happy and gay
May all your troubles float away
Washed out by your great Lorien Ale!

So give three cheers for the Lorien Ale,
Whether it's dark, or whether it's pale,
A pint a day will keep you hale
All hail! All hail! Great Lorien Ale!

Write by Dwaelf the Wanderer, cowandgit
The Rangers of Thintaur

O holy ale, do you reameber the times
whan i was lost without a trace,
i only wanted to see her smile,
and to be blessed by her grace.

You throwd me down, you helpd me stand,
you stayd with me whan all was lost
i really want to drink you now,
while im eating this fine roste.

O Lorian nectar how sweet you are,
you made her lips to fade away,
you shaped my stomach big and round,
you shine my life like sunshines ray!

Write by Ivan, The_Vezir_of_Nocturno
SA: Daesigil

From the mountains in the west
The drunken dwarf takes the test
Drink the ale, drink it all
Drink it until you fall

Water from the Nimrondel
Flavor this potent ale
1 cup 2 cups 3 cups more
Now the dwarf is on the floor

Drunken Dwarves don’t give up
Now he’s got another cup
Swirl it around, Gulp it down
The silly dwarf hits the ground

Water from the Nimrondel
Flavor this potent ale
4 cups 5 cups 6 cups more
Now the dwarf is on the floor

The Elves Laugh, the Elves Sing
This Dwarf’s a silly thing
Couldn’t hold his Lorien Ale
Oh, No! He’s looking Pale!

Write by Peter, Baun
SA: Daesigil

Amber leaves drifting,
cool, sweet spirit makes content,
with mouths merriment.

Write by Bali, atop_elerrina
Masters of Stone

My friend, there are ales,
And then there are Ales,
That, put to the test, they do always prevails.
The best of these Ales,
To all the ale scales,
Is twenty times better than all other ales.
The name of this Ale
I’ll for you unveil.
This best of all ales,
Surpassing all tales,
Is Lórien, Lórien Ale.

One draught of this drink,
One sip of the stuff,
From Lórien's waters in Lórien’s Wood,
When once it is drunk,
‘Tis never enough.
Some have tried to stop it, but nobody could.
The thrill of this Ale
Makes others seem stale.
This best of all ales,
Surpassing all tales,
Is Lórien, Lórien Ale.

The Ale of the Elves,
The Lórien Elves,
Is better than any old ale on the shelves.
This Ale of the Elves,
The Lórien Elves,
Is made from the sap of the Mallorns themselves.
The taste of this Ale
Will never you fail.
This best of all ales,
Surpassing all tales,
Is Lórien, Lórien Ale.

Write by Linkallon Huorníth
Mithril Knights

Passing clear, their own sweet life-blood
Distilled by the immortal trees
Now sacrificed to the lips
of those worthy to receive

The draught that still of its will weaves
Dreams in the mind of the waking
offspring of the healing leaves
Time out of time in the making

Simple mirth, a joy natural
Base while yet surpassing sense
To, waiting, bear the waiting cup
Knowing it will bear you hence

Magic ale from elven hands
Joy-gift from those who must grow sadder
Water of the verdant lands
laughter imbued to matter

Write by NuadaSilverhand
Followers of Light