joi, 11 noiembrie 2010

The Fall of Fingolfin

Now news came to Hithlum that Dorthonion was lost and the sons of Finarfin overthrown, and that the sons of Fëanor were driven from their lands.

Then Fingolfin beheld (as it seemed to him) the utter ruin of the Noldor, and the defeat beyond redress of all their houses; and filled with wrath and despair he mounted upon Rochallor his great horse and rode forth alone, and none might restrain him.

He passed over Dor-nu-Fauglith like a wind amid the dust, and all that beheld his onset fled in amaze, thinking that Oromë himself was come: for a great madness of rage was upon him, so that his eyes shone like the eyes of the Valar. Thus he came alone to Angband's gates, and he sounded his horn, and smote once more upon the brazen doors, and challenged Morgoth to come forth to single combat.

And Morgoth came.

That was the last time in those wars that he passed the doors of his stronghold, and it is said that he took not the challenge willingly; for though his might was greatest of all things in this world, alone of the Valar he knew fear. But he could not now deny the challenge before the face of his captains; for the rocks rang with the shrill music of Fingolfin's horn, and his voice came keen and clear down into the depths of Angband; and Fingolfin named Morgoth craven, and lord of slaves.

Therefore Morgoth came, climbing slowly from his subterranean throne, and the rumour of his feet was like thunder underground. And he issued forth clad in black armour; and he stood before the King like a tower, ironcrowned, and his vast shield, sable on-blazoned, cast a shadow over him like a stormcloud. But Fingolfin gleamed beneath it as a star; for his mail was overlaid with silver, and his blue shield was set with crystals; and he drew his sword Ringil, that glittered like ice.

Then Morgoth hurled aloft Grond, the Hammer of the Underworld, and swung it down like a bolt of thunder. But Fingolfin sprang aside, and Grond rent a mighty pit in the earth, whence smoke and fire darted. Many times Morgoth essayed to smite him, and each time Fingolfin leaped away, as a 'lightning shoots from under a dark cloud; and he wounded Morgoth with seven wounds, and seven times Morgoth gave a cry of anguish, whereat the hosts of Angband fell upon their faces in dismay, and the cries echoed in the Northlands.

But at the last the King grew weary, and Morgoth bore down his shield upon hint Thrice he was crushed to his knees, and thrice arose again and bore up his broken shield and stricken helm. But the earth was all rent and pitted about him, and he stumbled and fell backward before the feet of Morgoth; and Morgoth set his left foot upon his neck, and the weight of it was like a fallen hill. Yet with his last and desperate stroke Fingolfin hewed the foot with Ringil, and the blood gashed forth black and smoking and filled the pits of Grond.

Thus died Fingolfin, High King of the Noldor, most proud and valiant of the Elven-kings of old. The Orcs made no boast of that duel at the gate; neither do the Elves sing of it, for their sorrow is too deep.

John Ronald Reuel Tolkien, The Silmarillion (ed. by Christoph Tolkien), 1976, p. 68

9 comentarii:

ana spunea...

"Of those that sailed the silver ships
From Andilar I am the last
The deeds that rang our youthful dreams
It seems shall go undone
North for the shores of Valinor
Our bows and crimson sails were made
Our captains were strong, our lances long
And our liege the holy king"

Turambar spunea...

Said fair Galadriel
While softly blowing whisps of smoke.

:) :wink:

A Elbereth Gilthoniel
o selevra pena miriel
A menel aglar ellenath.

Anonim spunea...

mai.. francmasonilor :)

Turambar spunea...

:p Ce e, bre, nu intzelegi limbajul nostru secret de rit elegiac?

:p :p :p

Anonim spunea...

canta, menestrel, pana la capat!

...and Turgon coming built a high cairn over his father. No Orc dared ever after to pass over the mount of Fingolfin or draw nigh his tomb, until the doom of Gondolin was come and treachery was born among his kin.

Turambar spunea...

:) Altul care vorbeste in Sindarin, sa nu intzeleaga stimatii cititori nimic.

:) :friends: :bow:

Anonim spunea...

in 5th Element e'o faza cand arheologul englez, sapand intr'o veche piramida, trezeste la viata extraterestri monstruosi. si, confuz, ii intreaba: - are you Germans?

cam asa si io.

Turambar spunea...

Tocmai particip la o conferinta universitara unde unul din key speakers este german. Si unul din participantii care au pus intrebari a avut dubioasa inspiratie sa faca o gluma la adresa etnicitatii sale: "stiu ca sinteti german. ei, asta este, nobody's perfect".

So goes out the stereotype about our bloody Romanian hospitality and politeness


Anonim spunea...

yup, la o conferinta univ glumita aia cade ca nuca'n perete.