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For the Anniversary of the Fall of Barad-dûr ~ ‘Upon the Ending of an Age’ by jan-u-wine.

Posted on 2018.03.25 at 08:42
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Jan-u-wine has been inspired to write a new piece to commemorate this March 25, a poem written from the point of view of the Great Eagles as they come to rescue Frodo and Sam, lying in the midst of fiery ruin, spent, their deaths imminent. I can’t describe the mood of this piece any more than I can describe the inner life of an eagle, Jan can and does, and it is unforgettable. I am borne up with Meneldor, Gwaihir and Landroval when I read this. The poem has wings, the wings of narrative imagination.

The image for this piece was made by Weta concept painter Gus Hunter. Although it was created to illustrate another Tolkien story, The Hobbit, the keenness of the eagle's eye, the readiness of the talons to grasp, the rush of air from below makes it an apt choice for this poem.


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Upon the Ending of an Age (a feathered reflection)

Always, there is the wind.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

All the Ages, upon the wind.

All the Ages,

the fine down of them

silent as this moment,
above the clouds.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

These creatures.

Their bodies

do not dance
upon the tapestried air.

They do not hold,
within their non-feather'd grasp,

a certainty of how the Sun

riding above the rout of battle,

or the sweet sleep waiting within
a bracken'd nest......


a pinioned Lord of the Air
knows well

the meaning of the dusk-red
staining the rock beneath them:

running swiftly out,

its thick ribbon

the violent bloom
of the mountain's
vomited death....

Our talons hold them,
tight wing-song

beating upon the wind's door,
clouds bloody-pink about us,

Sun bronze and all-but-sunk
in the smoke of the day.

I do not understand these soft bodies
nor, indeed,

the designs or desires
of such unwingéd beings.

Their days and that which they name 'seasons'
hold no meaning to those who call the high winds


Bombadil might know the reason of these, all,
or his Lady offer explanation

when she calls forth the crystal rain.

In the end,
it matters little,
our understanding.

We carry them.

They are no burden.

It is 25 Rethe in the reckoning of their little land.

Spring unfurls the banners of beech-buds
upon the field below.

Of old, we have known this King's grand-sire.

His kindly hands receive the care of our charges.

Never again will there be need of such dark rescue.

Sweet, the winds of cleansed night
which buttress our swift departure.

Fare-well to earth and the tethers of two-feet.

Fare-well to the Ages which lie behind.

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diem_kieu94 at 2018-03-25 15:10 (UTC) (Link)

Happy Gondorian New Year!!

WOW!!! This is Jan-u-Wine’s best poem yet!!!

Happy Fall of Barad-Dûr everyone!! And Frodo... *Swoons!* Wish he could take us all like those eagles!!

How dost thou? I haven’t spoken to either you since the last Fall of Barad-Dûr!
jan_u_wine at 2018-03-25 16:44 (UTC) (Link)

Re: Happy Gondorian New Year!!

Thank you so much, Diem, very glad that you like the poem so much. Mechtild constructed a beautiful post (but when does she not?)

(it would be nice indeed, to be borne up by an Eagle).

I am *dusting* fine, and how *dustest* thou?
diem_kieu94 at 2018-03-25 17:56 (UTC) (Link)

RE: Re: Happy Gondorian New Year!!

Brilliant!! Celebrating the New Year by watching Return of The King!!! I stayed up until midnight watching the Two Towers last night! :D Working on lots of art projects... and lots of fantasizing about Frodo!! XD

mechtild at 2018-03-25 17:43 (UTC) (Link)

Re: Happy Gondorian New Year!!

I've been busy, Diem, but otherwise am fine. I am so glad you liked this post so well. Let me direct you to our "Baggins Birthday" post in September, the only new one we've done since last March 25...

Wait, no, you did see that one because you commented. You are a faithful fan of LotR, and an enthusiastic reader. Yay!
diem_kieu94 at 2018-03-25 18:00 (UTC) (Link)

RE: Re: Happy Gondorian New Year!!

DUUUURRRR me!! XP I forgot about that one!!

Six Years Strong of being a disciple of Middle Earth!! WOOT!! WOOT!! Only getting stronger with every challenge I face!

I can officially say that it’s a part of me now. It’s practically running in my veins! ;)
mechtild at 2018-03-25 18:31 (UTC) (Link)

Re: Happy Gondorian New Year!!

:) :) :)
jan_u_wine at 2018-03-25 23:09 (UTC) (Link)

Re: Happy Gondorian New Year!!

and that is a very, very good *running* indeed! thank you so much again!
primula_baggins at 2018-03-25 16:11 (UTC) (Link)
I'm so excited to see this post from you. Love the words from the eagles' viewpoint, Jan.

Happy destruction of the Ring day!

jan_u_wine at 2018-03-25 16:46 (UTC) (Link)
Thank you, Prim.....it is sad that we don't post as often any longer (darn RL, just gets in the way every time!).

So glad you like the poem, and *here* is to the heroes of Middle Earth, be they large or small.....Dwarf, Elf, Hobbit, Man. (and let us not forget the less-classifiable, such as Ents!). Praise them with great praise!
mechtild at 2018-03-25 17:44 (UTC) (Link)
Wasn't this brilliant, Primula? Well, I can tell you think so. Thanks for stopping in. :)
ambree40 at 2018-03-25 18:45 (UTC) (Link)
What a great idea to take this unexpected point of view on the momentous events of March 25th. There is a sense of detachment from the drama, a sense of viewing it all from a great height, as the eagles would have done. I feel that when reading the poem.

I also love the small touches in the writing, like the smelling sun and the Goldberry's crystal rain.

That Weta workshop painting is spectacular. The claws breaking through the clouds suggest the bird is flying at great speed and then braking abruptly.

Thank you both so much, ladies. Happy continuation of the Fourth Era.
mechtild at 2018-03-25 18:52 (UTC) (Link)
I, too, feel like I am soaring with the eagles when I read this. I remarked in an email to Jan that it made me feel their detachment, like you--the sense of great physical distance from the doings of those walking on the earth below, plus the expanse of time as experienced by these very long-lived creatures compared to the brief lives of the mortals they are called to rescue. Yet that detachment--the distance and expanse--and the very Bigness of the Great Tale they are in--makes the plight of the dying hobbits that much more poignant, as well as making the joy of their rescue and healing the sweeter.

Edited at 2018-03-25 06:55 pm (UTC)
jan_u_wine at 2018-03-25 23:08 (UTC) (Link)
Dearest Mechtild.....it makes me *fly*, too, the continued joy that you have for ME, your encouragement of myself and others, your steadfast friendship. Thank you, dear heart. (and.....I am so glad that what I set out to do with this poem was achieved....)
mechtild at 2018-03-26 05:02 (UTC) (Link)
It is my pleasure and honor to share your work, Jan. :)
jan_u_wine at 2018-03-26 12:43 (UTC) (Link)
.......as much as it is my pleasure and honor to be part of this Tolkien Team! thank you!
jan_u_wine at 2018-03-25 23:04 (UTC) (Link)
Dear Ambree....what beautiful comments. Thank you! So happy that you enjoyed.

I do wonder what Age we might be in now....I think, in one of his letters, Tolkien opined that it might be the 7th and that they were, in fact, becoming shorter (which I think is logical, when viewed from the perspective of someone who is living in them, as opposed to observing from a very far distance)
shirebound at 2018-03-26 12:11 (UTC) (Link)
Ohhh, this is beautiful.

Never again will there be need of such dark rescue.

Sweet, the winds of cleansed night

mechtild at 2018-03-26 12:39 (UTC) (Link)
Oh, Shirebound, I'm so glad you got to see this. I thought you might appreciate it. :)
jan_u_wine at 2018-03-26 12:44 (UTC) (Link)
SB, thank you so much! (and I hope the snow is treating you....well, less like snow and more like Spring)
Mary Keesling at 2018-04-02 11:36 (UTC) (Link)

It makes me sigh

Just when I think Tolkien and his creation couldn't be more full of meaning, jan and Mechtild come along to make it richer.
This "fine down" of lovely visual art, poetry and prose have lifted my spirit. There is so much more to life than we can hold onto at any one time!

Thank you, my friends.
jan_u_wine at 2018-05-26 00:54 (UTC) (Link)

Re: It makes me sigh

Ms. Mary.....from the beginning, your voice cheered me on (and sometimes, simply cheered me).....I'm so very grateful for that voice and all the love and care of you and Ms. Met.....thank you, dear friend, and so glad you were uplifted! with love, jan
mechtild at 2018-05-26 02:08 (UTC) (Link)

Re: It makes me sigh

Oh, Mary, YOU are the fine down in our lives. Your thoughts and comments are manna. (Not sure if manna was as light as fine down, but it did fall down from heaven and the hungry Israelites were glad of it.) :)
bigheart03 at 2018-05-25 14:12 (UTC) (Link)
Oh, this is also a masterwork, indeed! The picture is really beautiful and fitting for this occasion! Thank you both, Mechtild and Jan_u_wine for making the fire of remebrance burn and shine! <3
jan_u_wine at 2018-05-26 00:56 (UTC) (Link)
thank you so much, BigHeart. So happy that you enjoyed. And thank you again for the birthday greetings.....it is *almost* the hour! jan
mechtild at 2018-05-26 02:09 (UTC) (Link)
Thanks so much, BigHeart, for such accolades. You are a perceiving and appreciative reader, full of warmth -- all from your "Big Heart"?
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