
Eol of DoriathEol of DoriathEol of Doriath by ~Caith
The Khazad oft tell stories
To pass away the time
Of lords and kings and dragons,
Of rhythm and of rhyme
And if you are invited
Down their steep and craggy paths,
The Dwarves might tell the story
Of Eol of Doriath.
A prince he was of Kingdom old,
Beautiful and proud
Younger brother of Fingollo
He stood out in any crowd
Yet darkness clung onto Eol
As flowers cling to life,
As beautiful as he was dark,
Eol was wrought with strife.
Proud Gondolin of seven names,
That city, it will fall
And you, Eol of Doriath
Will augment it all.
A child of your darker blood
Will one day meet with light.