The sun rides low in winter’s sky
I watch the withered leaves blow by
But spring still blooms beside my door
With golden stars of elanor

The Lady sent them from her land
Your father planted each by hand
To cleanse the Shire of pain and war
With golden stars of elanor

Each golden heart conceals a dream
A captured sun, a brightest beam
Hope dwells inside, our hearts secure
With golden stars of elanor

Still brighter is my girl of gold
The light my hands delight to hold
I fear no frost – and I adore
The golden heart of Elanor

Elanor came from a literate lineage, and became the keeper of The Red Book of West March - she would not have taken for her own a man who could not write her at least one verse… this is from Fastred to his wife, the daughter of Samwise and Rosie.

This piece was difficult for me - dark verse has much more of my natural style in it. For the longest time I could not settle to it, and I felt like I was trying to write for Hobbiton Top Forty radio .

That is why I so enjoy the challenges at Henneth Annun - I have been trying things I would never have tried on my own.

This is a kyrielle. It was written for the How Do I Love Thee challenge at Henneth Annun where you can find my work under the name fileg